I’m in Dallas for the weekend and it looks like the tempting taste of S.C. has ended an engagement. You hear a lot about pre-selection in the community, but if you’re like me you don’t fully believe it’s that powerful until you experience the effects for yourself. Last night I experienced it in its full glory.
Here’s the story:
I meet up with Vector and we hit the town. Everything was dead, but after bouncing around to various spots throughout the city we the end the night back at one of my favorite spots here.
I spot a group of 3 drunk women who looked somewhat sophisticated being orbited by a couple of chodes. I later found out that they were all there after attending a commercial real estate networking event.
The only one who wasn’t occupied was the fatty, so I started running game on the fatty to get in with the group. We talk about real estate (which I know really well), where I should live if I ever want to live here, and eventually get on the subject of hair pulling. I ease off a bit because she’s getting a little bit too attracted and eventually she tells me that HBtallblonde has a boyfriend and HBtallbrunette is a lesbian.
I see an opening and move on to HBtallblonde. I do a double high-five with HBtallblonde and we interlock fingers and start salsa for about 30 minutes. She says she loves to dance, but her husband doesn’t like to. I ask her if she thinks it’s true that guys who can’t dance also aren’t good in bed. She says her husband tries… in both areas. Then I ask her what her top sexual fantasy is that she hasn’t tried yet. She tells me that she would like to be naked on a beach with a bunch of other people and then everybody starts touching each other. The Secret Garden comes to life right in my ear. All this was done while dancing and talking cheek to cheek.
I start getting wood, tell her that if we were alone I would do her right there on the floor, and decide to try to set up for a bathroom pull. I ask if she’s more of a voyeur or an exhibitionist. “Exhibitionist” she says. Not really what I wanted to hear, but I boldly go for the pull anyway. No go.
The club ends and HBtallbrunette comes over. I’m introduced to her and she looks me up and down and says “You’re kinda cute.” Lesbian my ass! Bi maybe, but definitely not a lesbian.
I start qualifying her and she’s complying. As we’re walking to the front of the club she pulls out her phone and asks for my number. She types it in, calls my phone, tells me to call her and heads to the valet. I realize that I should have timebridged her (which is something I’m working on), so I walk back over and invite her to grab something to eat at the restaurant next to my hotel. She agrees, I tell Vector that I’m rolling with HBtallbrunette, and guess who jumps her fat ass in the car too? You guessed it… the fatty I opened first.
I don’t know if she was jealous or what, but she managed to put a wrench in my plan by saying she wasn’t hungry and has to get up early in the morning. Cockblocker!! They drop me off and I text her “Sweet dreams sexy. 🙂 -S.C.- ”
I don’t get a response, so in the afternoon the next day I text her again. We banter back and forth and as I’m trying on some bomb ass True Religion jeans in the dressing room of Nordstrom’s… I get a phone call from a blocked number.
I reluctantly answer and some guy on the other end says “Yeah, you’ve been texting my fiancé.” WTF?
The jist of convo is me telling him that SHE asked for my phone number, she never told me she had a fiancé, he needs to put his girlfriend in check, and he needs to work on his low self-esteem if he’s trying to blame me for this shit.
This dude was such a chode, we got disconnected and when he called back he actually apologized to me for his fiancé hanging up the phone. He also said that she was packing her bags as we spoke.
Oh yeah… he also asked if I usually hit on pregnant women. Pregnant too? Bitches!!!
Gotta love drama.