I'd like to share another recent experience that highlights the importance of choosing the right type of girl.
Right before Valentine's Day this year, I met a beautiful black girl in an NYC supermarket (my line of work forces me to indirectly open dozens of girls every day). The interaction was like the previous 30 I'd had that day, but for some reason I felt that she was into me while we were speaking. I made a few light jokes, lightly teased her, and I could tell she was really enjoying it. She walked away and came back 10 minutes later when she definitely did not need to. This was the ultimate green light.
I reapproached her, we exchanged a few sentences, and then I said something along the lines of "So do you want to be my Valentine or what?" I said it in the same half cocky, half-goofy tone that she was responding very positively to. However, I think my directness took her off guard; she looked shocked and maybe even creeped out. I thought I blew it. However, she gave me her number, we set up a date, and she enthusiastically texted me first about an hour later. Phew.
She asked me for my Instagram, which I didn't use at the time. She told me what hers was, so I did some internet stalking. I quickly discovered she was a video chick.
Her ass makes a couple VERY up-close appearances here (PM if you want to know which one):
Quick unrelated note: How is this not banned on Youtube?
I was shitting my pants with excitement. This girl was super hot, internet famous, was pursued by some of my favorite NYC rappers,
and SHE was texting MY broke ass! I think my ego tripled in size in 3 seconds. Bagging a video chick was my ultimately fantasy since middle school, when I spent my Saturday nights jerking off to MTVJams.
The night of our date, I met her outside of her workplace, and then we grabbed a coffee at Starbucks. We chatted a little bit and walked to a quiet, nearby bar so I could escalate.
It ended up being a truly painful date. I bought her 4 or 5 Patron shots while she spent the entire time on her phone. She showed me every picture on her entire Instagram from start to finish, which highlighted every rapper, singer, and athlete she had ever "hung out" with. I'm feeling lamer by the second, but whatever. I touched her thighs and arms a few times but I didn't kiss her.
While walking her towards her train (logistics for banging were impossible, couldn't do anything about it), I put my arm around her. She responded very positively, hanging all over me and resting her head on my shoulder. It was reasonably late, probably after midnight. We got to the train and when I went in for the kiss, and she turned her head away!
In retrospect, that mouth had certainly been wrapped around the dicks of many, many rappers. I convinced myself afterwards it was probably for the better that I got shut down.
I got played for a few Patron shots before she went to whatever party or dude's house she was going to, no doubt in my mind. I envisioned her going straight to Jadakiss' VIP section, telling him all about our date, having a good laugh, and then enthusiastically blowing him. I was pissed.
A few days later I sent a hailmary text telling her to come straight to my house, late night, to try and re-establish myself as alpha. Not surprsingly, no response.
Some red flags:
-Uneducated
-Absolutely
insane addiction to status whoring/social media
-Only white 'friend' was a rich video producer who threw pool parties all the time.
-Fully Embraced hood culture and was covered in tattoos that can't possibly look attractive in <10 years
My Mistakes:
-Not being rich or famous
-Ego got the best of me and I put her on the pedestal
-Terrible logisitcs
-'Comically white' only gets you so far with the wrong type of chick