I had an old HB 7.90004 that I used to hook up with about 3 times a month that I met at a sleeze bar on the hick side of this socal town in which I am currenty residing. A white girl. (Throughout this field rpt remember I have already slept with her at this point, so the effort I put in my game is significantly reduced compared to that of a fresh, HB 9.84)
I had not talked to her in about 4 months, until a week ago I got a text from her that reads:
HB 7.90: "I'm thinkin I need a bit more fun in my life...are you available next week??"
Me: "Good idea, I was going to get a beer by myself, instead you are meeting me tonight. We will catch up."
*This was a Wednesday night, and I ALWAYS have dinner with my grandma and watch a popular show here in America. I told her it would be another 90 minutes. She agreed to meet me at that same sleeze bar, later.
Half an hour before we are suppose to meet, I get this text:
HB: "I really wanna see you Sylo but my happy hour margaritas have worn off and I'm lazy now. Raincheck please!?"
Me:...(of course I sent nothing!)
***Fastforward to tonight: (text, the next Thursday)
HB: Drinks tonight?
Me: What did you have in mind?
HB: You can't just say yes can you? Wherever, [sleeze bar] is always good and its close. Later, maybe 9.
Me: Maybe?
HB: 9 exactly. On the dot!
Me: See you at 902.
HB: Why can't you pick me up so I don't have to drink and drive?
Me: I'll meet you at your place and we will rock paper scissor for it.
HB: Fair enough.
Showed up at her place and make some small talk. Let her suck me off then F-closed. Of course, the gentleman that I am, we watched a bit of TV first. I write this because this is a chick I thought I would never see again. ANYTHING is salvageable, with the right attitude, and THEY WILL COME TO YOU WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT.
Ironically, this humbled me and brought me back to a place in my game where I feel a bit more uncomfortable. A feeling I need more in my life to keep my game ship-shape. Plus, I finished on her face.
I had not talked to her in about 4 months, until a week ago I got a text from her that reads:
HB 7.90: "I'm thinkin I need a bit more fun in my life...are you available next week??"
Me: "Good idea, I was going to get a beer by myself, instead you are meeting me tonight. We will catch up."
*This was a Wednesday night, and I ALWAYS have dinner with my grandma and watch a popular show here in America. I told her it would be another 90 minutes. She agreed to meet me at that same sleeze bar, later.
Half an hour before we are suppose to meet, I get this text:
HB: "I really wanna see you Sylo but my happy hour margaritas have worn off and I'm lazy now. Raincheck please!?"
Me:...(of course I sent nothing!)
***Fastforward to tonight: (text, the next Thursday)
HB: Drinks tonight?
Me: What did you have in mind?
HB: You can't just say yes can you? Wherever, [sleeze bar] is always good and its close. Later, maybe 9.
Me: Maybe?
HB: 9 exactly. On the dot!
Me: See you at 902.
HB: Why can't you pick me up so I don't have to drink and drive?
Me: I'll meet you at your place and we will rock paper scissor for it.
HB: Fair enough.
Showed up at her place and make some small talk. Let her suck me off then F-closed. Of course, the gentleman that I am, we watched a bit of TV first. I write this because this is a chick I thought I would never see again. ANYTHING is salvageable, with the right attitude, and THEY WILL COME TO YOU WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT.
Ironically, this humbled me and brought me back to a place in my game where I feel a bit more uncomfortable. A feeling I need more in my life to keep my game ship-shape. Plus, I finished on her face.