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I'm such a chicken
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I'm such a chicken

So I went out again this weekend.

On Friday night, I talked to two girls on an outside patio. They came out to smoke before their entrees arrived. They sat beside me, which I didn't expect and I opened casually with "how are you girls doing?". It came out through a bit of coversation that they are both sergeants in the Air Force and so off limits to me. A waiter came outside and said their dinner was ready and they went back inside.

On Saturday night, I went to a live music bar that's popular with an older crowd in Monterey. But there are tourists and the occassional two and three sets of young girls. There were two reasonably young looking girls sitting at the bar all night. I didn't feel like approaching because they didn't pass my boner test. But after an hour or so of sipping a beer, I did approach. I got a polite brushoff...the prettier one gave me her business card, she does clothes alterations. They left shortly after and some of the guys at the bar gave me the heads up that they're lesbians.

Before that happened, I had been sitting at the bar listening to the music. And I feel a hand on my upper back and I turn and a girl is walking by. She says "You're not going to dance tonight". I said "nah, probably not". Then she moved to the other side of the bar with her friends. She started dancing with some other guy. It was one of those lame approaches by a chick. She didn't pass my boner test.

So I finish my beer and I put on my jacket. I stepped outside and it was raining. And I don't have a car. I stood outside thinking about what I was going to do. Then the same girl comes out with her group. She's standing beside me.

Me: "hey, you're that girl touched my neck and then ran away."
Her: "no, that wasn't me"
Me: "yeah, it was, why didn't you stay and talk to me?"
her "why didn't you come talk to me?"
me: "you were dancing with other dudes"
her: "we can talk now"
me: let me guess...you're not from Monterey"
her: "no"
me: you're from nebraska...iowa...kansas...okay i give up just tell me
her: no, i'm from modesto
me: oh, that's not even a different state
her: what's your number? oh right, i don't have my phone
me: what's your number?
At this point her friends have gotten into a cab and are yelling for her
her: she starts giving me the digits and i grab her by the arm
me: wait, wait, my ghetto phone doesn't work that fast.
me: okay, name?
her: kelly
me: modesto is so far away, how is this even going to work?
her: it's only 2 hours. we can figure it out. text me

I thought this was good convo even though it ended with a number from a girl who didn't pass my boner test who who lives 2 hours away. I'll probably text her tonight (monday). I'm not gonna go up to modesto to see her, that's just weak.
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