THE FORUMS

Ok so we had another sick weekend at Dewey Beach.  This place is literally spring break for adults and is easily one of the best kept secrets on the east coast..not to mention it's literally 25 minutes from Ocean City Maryland as well.  One of my roommates/good college buddies recently just broke up with his girlfriend of 6 years and is jumping right back into creep mode, so we are starting to form quite the crew of morally questionable hooligans betwee the beach house and the crib in Arlington.  My only real issue at this point is getting these morons to work together instead of battling each other for chicks and running around like chickens with our fucking heads cut off.  One of the dudes in the crew is a complete lost cause as far as teamwork is concerned.  He has solid game and does pretty well with the ladies but he is one selfish bastard to say the least.  The other 3 to 4 guys are all pretty good but just need to see the results of team work before they totally buy in and start executing.  Then there is my one primary wing who just has his shit squared away hard.  I would take this dude into battle any day of the week and know he'll help me get the girl at any cost.  I kinda have the mentality that I will pass up getting laid if it means one of my boys getting laid because I hope they will return the favor in the future..this dude is the exact same way..not to mention he's been on an absolute tear lately so his momentum is definitely helping me as well.

So anyways, we get down there Friday night and do our pregame, flup cup, beer pong thing and get pretty wrecked before rolling out to the Rusty Rudder.  To be completely honest with you I had about 6 too many Orange Crushes on this particular night and really couldn't even tell you what exactly happened.  We did some decent hollering and I had my game turned down nicely and was well calibrated.  I have found that when I have the mind set of  "let's go make friends" instead of  "let's creep on chicks" that my game is WAYYYYYY better.

Saturday we start drinking early and run some solid stuff at Starboard before we start taking shots and pass out mid day haha  Saturday night we head back to the Rusty Rudder.  I had the brilliant idea of snorting 2 fat burning pills so I was feeling hyper as fuck.  Probably not a good idea moving forward.  My primary wing and I were on fire all night, dancing, making friends, having a blast, and setting pieces up.  We had a whirlwind of around 3-5 sets that we had working throughout the venue at different points in the evening..just running real chill low impact game, it was working nicely.  Finally at the end of the night we're locked in with a super cute mexican chick and her blonde friend.  I had the mexican chick and my buddy had the blonde.  We pull them back to the house with a simple "let's go play beerr pong".  Possibly the easiest pull ever haha. 

Once we get back to the house things start getting really messy.  We play a a game of beer pong and then I head inside to get a new case of beer.  By the time I get back one of the idiots from our house is sitting on the picnic table next to my girl trying to mack to her.  I'm like you have to be fucking kidding me, we pull girls back to the house and then have to battle ourboys for them, fucking unreal..complete amateur hour.  Mexican HB keeps looking at me like "what is this idiot doing".  Finally the girls get sufficiently creeped out and decide to leave so me and my boy swoop and and offer to walk them home..which they gladly accept.  My girl and I are cherishing the whole walk and I'm thinking things are pretty standard from there forward.  the funny part was that my mindset was just so rock solid, I literally didn't careif I banged her or not, if I did great, if I didn't that was fine too, subcomms firing on all cylinders.  Finally we get back to there place and roll in and I am literally staring logistical disaster mode deluxe right in the face.  It is 4 am and there are about 10 people still in there house partying and smoking weed..good God.  Long story short we stay for a bit before realizing the logistics are just too hard to overcome, we can't fuck them there because there are too many people still in rage mode, and we can't fuck them at our place because we're sleeping on the flor as it is.  had it been a little earlier and I hadn't been so tired i would've fought through, but I just wasn't up for it at that point  Oh well, they live in dewey so we'll see them again soon:)

I'll be in DC for once this weekend so trying my best to get these online girls out on dates..got one set up for tonight and hopefully another for tomorrow and Friday:)  Pitbull "everything tonight" seems to be the Dewey beach theme song for the summer haha



ps.  My only real openers at this point are: Yo what's happening, Yo what's good, and Yo you look bored haha

@Lateralus- Thanks homie much appreciated...I can def help you out with the online thing, it takes a little while to learn but once you get it it's a super consistent way to meet chicks.  You'll have to come up to Dewey Beach with me one of these weekends, you would kill it up there:)

@Neighbor- haha that video cracks me up, and yes it is literally the EXACT same shit Tyler talks about.  It's fucking unreal, haha literally blows my mind.

Wow so I got MEGA flaked on last night..I mean i don't even have the words to describe this level of utter disrespect haha  So I had planned on meeting this girl from match.com in downtown DC at metro center at around 8:30 and we were gonna go grab a few drinks..cool.  Really cute brunette, sick body, all good.  I called her around 5:00 to confirm and everything was cool.  now living in clarendon i typically try to keep all of my dates in Clarendon, but since this chick lives in North Bethesda I was willing to meet her half way.  So get fresh and ride the metro down to G street and get there around 8:20.  At 8:30 I get the following text:

HB:  getting on metro.  Don't hate me.  I'm infamous for running late.

So I'm like whatever, girls are late sometimes, shit I'm late sometimes, shit happens.  So I walk down to 7th street to check out some potential spots to take her down by the Verizon Center..pretty good area, i find a couple solid spots.  Next time I look at my phone i have the following text from her at 8:40.

HB:  I am so sorry.   I have to go back.  Some family stuff came up, i don't even know how to begin to explain it.

OK, so number one, you have to be fucking kidding me lol  You just waisted an outrageous amount of my time, you already texted saying you were going to be late and then less than 15 minutes later you say you're not coming at all?  I really don't play that shit, shit happening is fine, but don't waste my mother fucking time, my time is fucking valuable, and I don't have enough of it to waste on flakey chicken heads like yourself.  However, I am smart enough not to lose my cool, so i take a deep breath and start going through my phone for other chicks to meet up with...i did this for about 10 minutes, but unfortunately the 3 candidates I had in mind just weren't logistically possible at the time.  I still haven't texted HB back and don't intend to unless I recieve a very sincere apology, some legitimate groveling, and maybe even some sort of fancy gift:)

But in other news this asian chick I'm supposed to meet with this weekend just got done texting me about how she likes porn, watching gangbangs and threesomes, has a purple butterfly clit vibrator..and how I should send her a pic of my dick.  Obviously I replied with a stunning pic of my johnson to which she replied "yummy" haha Girls never cease to amaze me.