It is true. My venue change was to Wal-Mart where we bought pizza rolls, wine, and bananas before coming back to my apartment.
This one was bound to happen. On the one hand, I kind of "got lucky" with a girl that may have been trying to go home with anyone reasonable that night. On the other hand, I've been going out regularly, my confidence is phenomenal, and my game was solid... so I'll give myself some credit.
She was about a 5.5... which is actually exactly average on 1-10. (Most people don't realize that.) Practice makes perfect though... and it was still fun and she was intelligent and do-able and... I know I can get these girls SNL now, so it's time to start moving to the cuter ones. Really time.
It's funny because I met her shortly after I had made what seemed like a strong connection with an extremely tatooed, mildly attractive plump girl in the club who was SUPER attracted to me and had actually invited me on her camping trip this weekend. I told her I was seriously considering going, which at the time I kind of was. I gave her my number, danced with her on the dance floor, tried for the makeout ealier and she said "not in public"... I was intending to get back up with the first girl, but... she left me alone.
And when a girl leaves me alone... sometimes they lose me to another girl. I'm a slut. What can I say.
I approach an exrtremely attactive girl who's got some sort of lady ga ga hair thing going on, but less creepy and more fuckable. I've got my arm around her and tell the people surrounding her that she's my girlfriend for the next 5 minutes, and one girl goes, "Hey, I'm taking her home tonight!" And I was like, "No, I'm taking her home tonight!" And this went on for several seconds back and forth.
Let's call the girl who was (play) fighting over my girl PizzaRoll--Partly because she wasn't as skinny as I prefer them, partly because she wanted pizza rolls later on in the night.
So LadyGaGa walks away and we're both left there looking at each other.
"Oh, you're kinda cute!" (to her)
Her: You're kinda cute too.
Actually, I think there was a little more banter beforehand, something about a tug of war and a long rope-like penis, but I don't recall it exactly. I met her friend called "L," and upon my inquiry of the meaning of his monicker, he simply responded, "Don't worry about me, mon." This went over well, since he was actually, most likely, Jamaican. Whenever I asked him anything about himself, he responded in a similar fashion.
All right, so we're making out, bantering, making verbal love, and she's like, let's go sit somewhere! Ha ha, thx for the easy venue change.
She was looking to get laid, no question... not sure if it was me that caused her wanting to get laid so bad or her. Probably both of us, which is, when I think about it, the way it always is... isn't it? It's funny how good girls are at game naturally... I mean, I doubt that she was thinking, "Ok! Now I'll venue change him..." Right? Ha ha...
But OTOH, idk, ha ha, maybe she knows game. (no)
So after a while of making out on a sofa beside the dance floor, she's like, "Let's get out of here." ha ha, ok.
I'm remembering now that before we went inside to the sofa, we had already talked about going back to my place. I told her I would serenade her on the guitar, and asked her if she liked wine. ---my standard lay game..
So, we closed our respective tabs (I only had 2 beers) and went out of the club. Hand in hand, arm in arm, keeping up a lot of physical contact, as I have remembered to do from some pick-up posting somewhere... also, it just felt natural.
When we get to my car she says, "You have to drive me home in the morning though, ok?" ..."Ok :D"
So we're vibing in the car, and when we get to my exit she's talking about how much she would love some pizza rolls, and I was like, well... "Wal-Mart is right here.."
On the way to Wal-Mart, I say, "I'm going to make sweet, passionate love to you." She says, "Good."
So we went there, picked up wine, pizza rolls, and some groceries for me, then continued the adventure to my apartment.
My rooomates are awake. "Hey guys, this is my friend PizzaRoll."
I had her put her things in my room, and we went back and forth a couple times from kitchen to room making-out intermittently in both places.
Making up little reasons for coming to my room always made it super smooth to come back here... "Have you heard of Magnetic Man? You gotta hear this song."
I love I Need Air by Magnetic Man, btw.
So... yeah, not even any LMR, really. After we ate the pizza rolls I played her my newest song on the guitar, we drank some wine, and when she got in bed she took her jeans off and I took off my shirt and jeans.
Turned her on muchly, and then fucked her good. :D
Girls love dirty talk, and so do I.
Drove her back to her car this morning.. maybe a little awkward, I guess, since she was drunk last night... Idk.. she had a bad hangover. We hugged goodbye and I told her to come out to trivia night sometime.
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