“If you smell a delicious, crispy smell after the race, it's not your tailpipe. It's just a little of Shake and Bake!”
The countless stories that I have with my best bud Wing “Magic Man”...thats a post that could challenge War and Peace. The only reason that we don’t have a combined 15 kids with 15 different women is that we’re on different schedules. I went the traditional school route while Magic Man has been fighting crime ever since I can remember.
The latest chapter to our debacle night starts out at Howl at the Moon. Actually, I met HB March Maddness for drinks before I went over to meet Magic Man. We shot the shit, teased her a bit, but I used my grounding story to lead the conversation. This is something that I’ve been working on and I will post tomorrow because I’m sure I’m going to get bored of looking at files at my internship in the morning. The date ends on a good note and I’ll follow up on a different post.
After spotting Magic Man I’m introduced to the girls (his girlfriend’s friends). I literally have my pick as to who I should chat up first. After catching up with my friends who showed up a bit later, I decide to be social. HB Dougie makes her way over to our table and I start asking her how she knows the group. After she tells me she’s currently in school for counseling, we hit it off really well. I use a combination of being an asshole/having fun/teasing/genuinely wanted to get to know her better…I ask her to come with me to the bar for a round of drinks. I pull Sinn’s “ring routine” on her and she eats it up. She then stares at me and pulls me in for a kiss. As she leaves the bar, she sends me a text saying something along of lines of “I better see you tomorrow”.
Sure enough, I join Magic Man/his girlfriend/and her friends at the bar at the next night. I also ended up bring my trusting W Marky Mark. His buddy drives us to the bar and is our DD for the night. Good thing because Magic Man and his girlfriend left early. HB Dougie and her friend stay and hangout with the rest of us for the night. I make my intentions with her quite clear as I tell her:
“whoever your ex boyfriend was didn’t spank you enough because you need to put in your place more often”
“I bet you’re the type of girl that’s really sexual with someone once you put your walls down. Like, I bet your boyfriends think they walked onto a porn set after the third time you’ve had sex with you”
“I bet you have a dominatrix outfit at home. We’re never going to workout because I don’t do handcuffs or safety words” [as she tells me she LOVES being handcuffed].
“Listen, I know you’re just being nice because you’re trying to get in my pants. Its NOT going to happen”
So, let me just say that I don’t know how I became confident on the dance floor, I just did. I realize that I probably have no dance skills what so ever but I truly enjoy myself and have a fun time when I hit the dance floor. That’s what its all about. I’m sure there were guys laughing at me when HB Dougie and I were on the stage grinding on each other but you know what…I’m the one who HB Dougie has been texting all week. She refused to come back to W Marky Mark’s place afterwards but hey, might as well try right?
[I’m writing this a couple of days after the weekend. She’s been texting me all day. Seriously, all day, beginning at 7am. Nothing better than a girl that wants it.]
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