I'm an active member of CS in my area. Its been instrumental in getting me in contact with tons of fun, friendly and like-minded people. And as mentioned in Roosh's epic thread, CS girls are typically out to get some cultural exchange going on, you just have to put up with some weird shit and game on.
People who can't stop talking about work
So, there I was on Saturday night with a bunch of CS members. The scene - 10 dudes, me, and 3 girls. 2 of the girls are Indian, and both of them are interested in talking about work. Listening to these insufferable broads was like being on a conference call, complete with the affected nasal accent. The dudes were no better, getting extremely chummy with me and constantly trying to butt in on my conversations when I was chatting with any other girl, to say nothing of how they tried to run their weesh game on anything female.
The other girl in the group was from South America. She was like a breath of fresh air. Very feminine, big eyes, and she smelled good as I later found out. I still don't know what her real name is, but the CS name was good enough for me. I don't reference check when I'm out for the bang.
After the bar closed, we went to someone's house for an afterparty. The SA girl brought some weed. We sat on the rooftop and started smoking, and I could tell she was open to being gamed by me. However I couldn't get any isolation and she didn't want to move. It was cold and I gave her my jacket, and said we should go out to my car and get a blanket. She looked at me and said she's staying with someone else and she can't do that.
What did she mean she can't do?![[Image: confused.gif]](https://rooshvforum.network/images/smilies/confused.gif)
The local CS nerds were not giving me any room, everyone was crowded around us and it was hard to even talk to her. I used my shitty Spanish at a few points in the conversation. When I gave her the jacket, I said "Only if you share it with me, in case it gets too cold." Then I saw her look right in my eyes and I wavered, automatically adding "Maybe". I then immediately thought that was beta. After some time, it was legitimately cold and I was nervous and cold, and shivering. I sat next to her and put my arm in hers for body heat. We stayed like that for some time and she was doing some kind of pattern on the back of my hand. Maybe she studied Ross Jeffries. Pretty soon it was time to go and I saw her off downstairs, also because she had my jacket. I hugged her and automatically kissed her neck, and she mine, and then I went for the kiss. As expected, she pulled away. But smiled. I said, "Next time!"
Africaaaa, oh Afrikaaa
Next time was going to be more adventurous than I had bargained for. We had talked about an African party coming up on Tuesday night. I work flexible hours, so I was game. I was supposed to pick her up, but traffic was shit. As I later found out, she spent two hours in a took took.
We met outside the house, and she was immediately close to me right off the bat. Later as she got drunk she confessed that she was happy I was there since she would've felt alone and unprotected with all the black men there. Score for being a protective nice guy![[Image: tard.gif]](https://rooshvforum.network/images/smilies/new/tard.gif)
Did I mention she got drunk? She was throwing up two hours in. She drank as much as I did, and I had a good buzz going on. I wasn't sure I was ready to drive, but circumstance forced my hand. Read on to find out how...
Three sheets to the wind
HB_SA_Sparkly had come to the party with her fat Indian friend, a girl whom I later found out had spent some time in the UK, hated India and loved Nigerian cock. I didn't do much talking with her. She moved pretty quickly to sit with her Nigerian boyfriend and we didn't bother her. At the beginning of the party, when we were on our first beer each, I suggested to my girl that we go out and get cigarettes (social smoking game). She agreed, and we got in my car but the only shop I'd seen nearby was closed. We were out for 5 minutes when she got a call from her friend who was wondering what she was doing and where she was going. This should have given me a clue as to what was coming next.
As we got drunker and drunker, we moved inside to try to find a J. Lots of guys just sitting around, some watching TV, some staring off into space. Unapproached girls, just sitting there. No music, no one dancing. Totally not like the African parties I've been to in the past. She sat down next to this really cute Indian/Asian girl who would've been just my type if I didn't have a prospect mostly in the bag. I ignored her. Later I found out that miss SA introduced me as her boyfriend. She was sitting down on a chair and I performed my signature (Mystery) move in which I pulled her out of the chair with my hand, and slipped into the chair and put her on my lap. She said, "Oh, smooth." Score for Mystery Method
As we passed the J around, I suggested I get her high by blowing the smoke into her mouth. Easiest makeout ever. Well, not really, but one of the easier ones for sure. I kept it light thanks to the advice here. I didn't want her to feel like a slut, just that we have some chemistry.
Pretty soon she was three sheets to the wind. When she started talking loudly into my ear about "all the neegers here are looking at me like I'm a meat, I'm so glad you are here" I suggested we go somewhere for some fresh air.
Epic Indian cockblock
As we went up the stairs, we passed by the Indian girl who was sitting with her boyfriend. She called out to her. My girl didn't respond, so I stopped and told her that her friend was calling her.
Here's the trip - her friend immediately accused her of being a slut. She said, "Did you come here to attend a birthday party or to do romance (sic) with some strange guy?" and "I need to know, are you coming home with me or are you going home with this stranger?". I told her to calm down, its all going to be ok, just relax. My girl was visibly shaken since she had obviously not made the decision to come home with me yet. I told the fat bitch again to calm down, let her sober up a little, and we'll talk again.
We went up to the rooftop again, where I helped her throw up and got some water and tissues for her after she was done. Then the humongous haranguing brown banshee came upstairs and started another fight. This time her boyfriend was trying to elbow me out of the way and telling her that she can stay in the house. The straw that broke the camel's back was the Indian girl saying "Well if you're going to go with him, just go. Don't wait for me. I'm not driving with HIM. He's obviously drunk and in no shape to drive. You can do whatever you want. Pick up your clothes from my place tomorrow"
I had no idea what I was going to do since I had logistics worse than anything you could imagine. The party was miles away from my place, and a regular pull would've had time to think, think twice and then ask me to drop her off at her place instead. Add to that the fact that I live with my parents here in India and they don't look too kindly on bringing random girls home. Plus I have a single bed. Luckily, the part I did have right was a pack of condoms that had been bought when I was out with a promising Chinese girl that I eventually didn't pursue since she had a boyfriend and I had a girlfriend.
I drove my little car as best as I could, once stupidly making the decision to ask a bunch of guys on the side of the road for directions. Eventually we got home. I smuggled her in. The watchman, who was somehow not drunk out of his mind for the first time in many moons, was making goggly eyes at her and her sparkly accessories. My house was thankfully dark and my folks asleep. I got her in and locked the room door behind me, breathing a sigh of relief. Tomorrow is a new day.
People who can't stop talking about work
So, there I was on Saturday night with a bunch of CS members. The scene - 10 dudes, me, and 3 girls. 2 of the girls are Indian, and both of them are interested in talking about work. Listening to these insufferable broads was like being on a conference call, complete with the affected nasal accent. The dudes were no better, getting extremely chummy with me and constantly trying to butt in on my conversations when I was chatting with any other girl, to say nothing of how they tried to run their weesh game on anything female.
The other girl in the group was from South America. She was like a breath of fresh air. Very feminine, big eyes, and she smelled good as I later found out. I still don't know what her real name is, but the CS name was good enough for me. I don't reference check when I'm out for the bang.
After the bar closed, we went to someone's house for an afterparty. The SA girl brought some weed. We sat on the rooftop and started smoking, and I could tell she was open to being gamed by me. However I couldn't get any isolation and she didn't want to move. It was cold and I gave her my jacket, and said we should go out to my car and get a blanket. She looked at me and said she's staying with someone else and she can't do that.
What did she mean she can't do?
The local CS nerds were not giving me any room, everyone was crowded around us and it was hard to even talk to her. I used my shitty Spanish at a few points in the conversation. When I gave her the jacket, I said "Only if you share it with me, in case it gets too cold." Then I saw her look right in my eyes and I wavered, automatically adding "Maybe". I then immediately thought that was beta. After some time, it was legitimately cold and I was nervous and cold, and shivering. I sat next to her and put my arm in hers for body heat. We stayed like that for some time and she was doing some kind of pattern on the back of my hand. Maybe she studied Ross Jeffries. Pretty soon it was time to go and I saw her off downstairs, also because she had my jacket. I hugged her and automatically kissed her neck, and she mine, and then I went for the kiss. As expected, she pulled away. But smiled. I said, "Next time!"
Africaaaa, oh Afrikaaa
Next time was going to be more adventurous than I had bargained for. We had talked about an African party coming up on Tuesday night. I work flexible hours, so I was game. I was supposed to pick her up, but traffic was shit. As I later found out, she spent two hours in a took took.
We met outside the house, and she was immediately close to me right off the bat. Later as she got drunk she confessed that she was happy I was there since she would've felt alone and unprotected with all the black men there. Score for being a protective nice guy
Did I mention she got drunk? She was throwing up two hours in. She drank as much as I did, and I had a good buzz going on. I wasn't sure I was ready to drive, but circumstance forced my hand. Read on to find out how...
Three sheets to the wind
HB_SA_Sparkly had come to the party with her fat Indian friend, a girl whom I later found out had spent some time in the UK, hated India and loved Nigerian cock. I didn't do much talking with her. She moved pretty quickly to sit with her Nigerian boyfriend and we didn't bother her. At the beginning of the party, when we were on our first beer each, I suggested to my girl that we go out and get cigarettes (social smoking game). She agreed, and we got in my car but the only shop I'd seen nearby was closed. We were out for 5 minutes when she got a call from her friend who was wondering what she was doing and where she was going. This should have given me a clue as to what was coming next.
As we got drunker and drunker, we moved inside to try to find a J. Lots of guys just sitting around, some watching TV, some staring off into space. Unapproached girls, just sitting there. No music, no one dancing. Totally not like the African parties I've been to in the past. She sat down next to this really cute Indian/Asian girl who would've been just my type if I didn't have a prospect mostly in the bag. I ignored her. Later I found out that miss SA introduced me as her boyfriend. She was sitting down on a chair and I performed my signature (Mystery) move in which I pulled her out of the chair with my hand, and slipped into the chair and put her on my lap. She said, "Oh, smooth." Score for Mystery Method
As we passed the J around, I suggested I get her high by blowing the smoke into her mouth. Easiest makeout ever. Well, not really, but one of the easier ones for sure. I kept it light thanks to the advice here. I didn't want her to feel like a slut, just that we have some chemistry.
Pretty soon she was three sheets to the wind. When she started talking loudly into my ear about "all the neegers here are looking at me like I'm a meat, I'm so glad you are here" I suggested we go somewhere for some fresh air.
Epic Indian cockblock
As we went up the stairs, we passed by the Indian girl who was sitting with her boyfriend. She called out to her. My girl didn't respond, so I stopped and told her that her friend was calling her.
Here's the trip - her friend immediately accused her of being a slut. She said, "Did you come here to attend a birthday party or to do romance (sic) with some strange guy?" and "I need to know, are you coming home with me or are you going home with this stranger?". I told her to calm down, its all going to be ok, just relax. My girl was visibly shaken since she had obviously not made the decision to come home with me yet. I told the fat bitch again to calm down, let her sober up a little, and we'll talk again.
We went up to the rooftop again, where I helped her throw up and got some water and tissues for her after she was done. Then the humongous haranguing brown banshee came upstairs and started another fight. This time her boyfriend was trying to elbow me out of the way and telling her that she can stay in the house. The straw that broke the camel's back was the Indian girl saying "Well if you're going to go with him, just go. Don't wait for me. I'm not driving with HIM. He's obviously drunk and in no shape to drive. You can do whatever you want. Pick up your clothes from my place tomorrow"
I had no idea what I was going to do since I had logistics worse than anything you could imagine. The party was miles away from my place, and a regular pull would've had time to think, think twice and then ask me to drop her off at her place instead. Add to that the fact that I live with my parents here in India and they don't look too kindly on bringing random girls home. Plus I have a single bed. Luckily, the part I did have right was a pack of condoms that had been bought when I was out with a promising Chinese girl that I eventually didn't pursue since she had a boyfriend and I had a girlfriend.
I drove my little car as best as I could, once stupidly making the decision to ask a bunch of guys on the side of the road for directions. Eventually we got home. I smuggled her in. The watchman, who was somehow not drunk out of his mind for the first time in many moons, was making goggly eyes at her and her sparkly accessories. My house was thankfully dark and my folks asleep. I got her in and locked the room door behind me, breathing a sigh of relief. Tomorrow is a new day.
