We convene at Waxy O' Conners and the hair of the dog tastes like nectar from the gods, its light sparkling refreshment perfectly complimenting last nights Turkish fast food flavour, aload of CT's gamma friends are showing up and I feel reclusive and unwilling but force myself to be social as we make conversation,I note the girls in the group are very low smv and I drift off for a second consider if indeed there is ANY limit to how much a womans stock is tied in to her sev..she's found a cure for cancer!! -still a 6 though.
I approach a two set of girls and realise one of them looks even more hungover than me a genuine shame as being blonde and athletic looking she's definetly the hotter of the pair, we chat and as I'm about to go for the number she excuses herself and runs to the ladies bog..fucking English girl issues, bet this shit never happens in Russia.
We walk to another venue an I catch sight of a group of young guys all in line in front of cute asian girl with big western style eye and a promising figure in front of all bar one, she appears to be ticking them off her clipboard as the young's take a momentary lapse in assing around to speak to her, I clock it as a casting que..I walk to the front of the line an open "Sorry I'm late, we can start now, places everyone" with a smirk.
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| Like this minus 1 to 2 points (probably 2) She looks bemused so I continue "Me and 007 had terrorists to snatch this morning so I'm running late" absolute nonsense but I'm eye fucking the shit out her and her gaze is fixated..tension on the line! |
Me: talk about failing at the first hurdle, anyway now I'm here wheres my bowl of brown m&m's and green kale smoothy?
Hb asian: I got them for you but drank them..
Me:thats coming out of your wages young lady..anyway whats the crack today?
Hb asian: We're shooting a infomercial blah blah
Me: "blah blah blah I'm hungover" when I sober up I'll take you out whats your number?
Hb asian actually made me remove my beanie before giving up her number..its happened to me twice recently where girls have danced me into a corner where it appears to me clear they won't move forward without viewing my hair or lack there of..weird as some of the best guys are bald and most of us know bald men fuck just as many cards as us more hairy counterparts..but after pulling out my mop we swap numbers and I say bye.
The text is fluid and we arrange a date in a court near Carnaby street (my favourite day 2 location) but 3 hours before it she cancels..but the text continues and she eventually confirms the rescheduled day..once again 1 hour before her name pops up on my phone..I get that sinking feeling as I pick up the phone.
Hb asian: I had to stay on at my lecture I'll be an hour late..
Me: Ok young lady same place 15.00.
Hb asian: I'm sorry I'm going to make it up to you..
Me: Ok its cool, see you later.
She turns up at Oxford street tube dolled prettily and I feel a semi poking my jeans pocket as we walk down Argyll street,we get installed into the cafe and sip our alcoholic milkshakes that are even stronger than usual, those alco-shakes are an amazing glitch as they look as innocent as an ice cream sundae but pack the kick of three shots of tequila, we finish and I grab her hand and lead her out towards shaftbury avenue for venue 2 but we never make it, at a point on Carnaby I push her into a wall and we make out and its so blatantly on..she then delivers a line I've never heard before from any viable fackable girl-Lets get dessert at your place? I feel like a cat who's found an open window into the Elmlea factory and if my cock was hard before now its a raging Ian Huntley..with visions of the violent acts it will bestow upon that asian pussy and hopefully ass..the uber arrives.
The driver takes an unhealthy interest in my extraction so mid sentence I stop talking to him and blow soft bubbles at my asian companion trying to cram in the comfort that I didn't get a chance to run on our short date..back at mine there's no messin' and I remove her clothes for her and she smothers my veiny beast in her warm mouth before demanding a ride..I'm in no mood to argue so I roughly spin her round and bang her from behind raw dog (later regretting this) until I feel light headed before releasing my nut accurately into her mouth..
We watch some Japanese anime until 8 or 9pm she departs and its only then I gleefully run through just how easy this date was..why can't it always be like this!..was it my original pick up? because at the time I'd rate it a 6/10 against other ones I'd thought were way better..but with only 1 k-close in my last 4 dates! something was different here..or just maybe the game gods have a heartless volatile sense of humour and only sometimes throw you a prawn cracker!.
NB: Three months after this I'm totally gobsmacked when Tom the bomb tells me he has a solid asian lead from tinder.. after me requesting to view the goods I'm gutted to see Hb asian in a collection of very flattering pictures 1 point above her real life aesthetic..I tell him to get her talking about her pets as I remind him he'll be stirring my porridge if she fucks..which she did.
Me: "blah blah blah I'm hungover" when I sober up I'll take you out whats your number?
Hb asian actually made me remove my beanie before giving up her number..its happened to me twice recently where girls have danced me into a corner where it appears to me clear they won't move forward without viewing my hair or lack there of..weird as some of the best guys are bald and most of us know bald men fuck just as many cards as us more hairy counterparts..but after pulling out my mop we swap numbers and I say bye.
The text is fluid and we arrange a date in a court near Carnaby street (my favourite day 2 location) but 3 hours before it she cancels..but the text continues and she eventually confirms the rescheduled day..once again 1 hour before her name pops up on my phone..I get that sinking feeling as I pick up the phone.
Hb asian: I had to stay on at my lecture I'll be an hour late..
Me: Ok young lady same place 15.00.
Hb asian: I'm sorry I'm going to make it up to you..
Me: Ok its cool, see you later.
She turns up at Oxford street tube dolled prettily and I feel a semi poking my jeans pocket as we walk down Argyll street,we get installed into the cafe and sip our alcoholic milkshakes that are even stronger than usual, those alco-shakes are an amazing glitch as they look as innocent as an ice cream sundae but pack the kick of three shots of tequila, we finish and I grab her hand and lead her out towards shaftbury avenue for venue 2 but we never make it, at a point on Carnaby I push her into a wall and we make out and its so blatantly on..she then delivers a line I've never heard before from any viable fackable girl-Lets get dessert at your place? I feel like a cat who's found an open window into the Elmlea factory and if my cock was hard before now its a raging Ian Huntley..with visions of the violent acts it will bestow upon that asian pussy and hopefully ass..the uber arrives.
The driver takes an unhealthy interest in my extraction so mid sentence I stop talking to him and blow soft bubbles at my asian companion trying to cram in the comfort that I didn't get a chance to run on our short date..back at mine there's no messin' and I remove her clothes for her and she smothers my veiny beast in her warm mouth before demanding a ride..I'm in no mood to argue so I roughly spin her round and bang her from behind raw dog (later regretting this) until I feel light headed before releasing my nut accurately into her mouth..
We watch some Japanese anime until 8 or 9pm she departs and its only then I gleefully run through just how easy this date was..why can't it always be like this!..was it my original pick up? because at the time I'd rate it a 6/10 against other ones I'd thought were way better..but with only 1 k-close in my last 4 dates! something was different here..or just maybe the game gods have a heartless volatile sense of humour and only sometimes throw you a prawn cracker!.
NB: Three months after this I'm totally gobsmacked when Tom the bomb tells me he has a solid asian lead from tinder.. after me requesting to view the goods I'm gutted to see Hb asian in a collection of very flattering pictures 1 point above her real life aesthetic..I tell him to get her talking about her pets as I remind him he'll be stirring my porridge if she fucks..which she did.
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