This actually funny.
Today at lunch, I was sitting at a table eating and watching the snow fall. The woman next to me turned and asking if I would open her bottle of juice. I tried and failed. She said, 'Oh, don't worry about it'. How embarassing? Hahahaha
How do you recover from this? The only thing I can think of is throw the bottle away and say, 'Aw, it's just not ready for the world'. (or something more wittier)
Yesterday before heading back to DC, I decided to text everyone to see what they were planning on doing for the night. No one really had anything planned but everyone keep saying they were going to check out Shadow Room. So with that in mind I when I got back to DC, I had a quick dinner, jump in the shower, and headed out to there.
I arrived at 11pm which way too early for DC clubs. Anyway, the club had people in it, but sporadically spread out. And of course no one I knew was around. So I check my coat and headed to the back bar. The back bar is smaller which made it seem there were more people back there than the front bar. I really did not have a game plan, I notice everyone just pounding their drinks waiting for the club to get packed.
I ordered a diet coke and open my first set - two guys standing at the bar. Just a straight up - "Hey, I'm Sniper". To my surprise they just started talking, nothing too serious...when does this place pick up, what other clubs are hot tonight...etc... A three set of girls head towards the bar behind me, the first girls politely ask if she can get to the bar and with the movement of bodies everyone kind of pair off just chit chatting all fluff. This slowly morphed into me bounce from set to set meeting people and making new friends until Cowboy and JackRabbit arrived.
I was in this conversation with this cute Asian girl (BMalaysian) when they arrived. I made introductions and we continue to chat. The BMalaysian invites us to her table. She introduce us to her friends and everyone just started chatting and getting along. This continue through the night some drinks, a little dancing, and conversation. At closing time we walk BMalaysian and her friends to her car. I kiss and number close her. And the night ends.
Here's the interesting thing, there was about 45 seconds when I first arrived where I was like I'm out of here. Had I jetted I would not had a good time. I also learned that sometimes you just have to let things flow. I did not purposely bounce from set to set, it was more like turning and saying "Oh, Hi" and just going into conversation. For some reason, I felt this weird sensation that people were watching me, but I really was doing anything just talking.
Anyway, I am sure there is a lot more lessons in my outing last night. I'm just happy I step outside of my head and went with the flow.
I was a bad wingman last night(Saturday). Bad is a nice term, I completely sucked. I was so busy trying to keep my two pivots that I forgot my boy, Kamransec. At the end of the day, it does not matter because Kamransec is Kamransec which means he is in set all the time. I even think he has body quadruples because you can be looking at Kamransec in the eyes and shaking his hand and then less than .5 secs he is in set.
As much as I tease him about it, he is getting better with every set; and I'm pissed because Kamransec gets better and I get worse. But that's just nature and guys will compete.
Here is why I will do whatever my wing Kamransec tells me? Because he opened a seven-set (two guys / 4 girls (none below 8.5) / and opened an 11) and held his own. Just to make this simple, he was the only guy to open the 11 all night long, plus get just continously plow through her sh*t tests until he decided that it was time to go home.
On Tuesday, I was thinking about how I really had not been out in the field lately. So I decided to hit happy hour. I really did have any thing planned. I wanted to have a sober view of where I was at. So I head towards to Dupont Circle not really sure where I was going.
I ended up at Lucky Bar. As my only goal was to open the first person or group, I saw. As soon as the door open, there was brunette standing at the bar.
SNIPER: Hey.
BRUNETTE: Oh, Hi.
SNIPER: Where's the bartender?
BRUNETTE: I don't know, she disappeared.
SNIPER: I'm heading to the back bar. Talk to you later.
BRUNETTE: Bye.
That was fairly simple I thought then I noticed I was sweating. Then of course, a thousand other things ran through my mind, but I continued to the back bar and just open these two guys who were watching ESPN. Nothing really came out of it except for I was calm again. More folks began to filter in so I decided to head back to the front bar. I saw a two set (two brunettes) looking at a map.
SNIPER: Where you from?
BBrunette1: Orlando
SNIPER: Cool. Where you trying to get to?
BBrunette2: We're just mapping out where we are heading tomorrow?
SNIPER: Nice. Enjoying DC?
BBrunette1: Yeah...(blah, blah, blah)
I gave them some cool places to go we chatted for a good 30 minutes and I jetted.
Now, I was feeling good. I was going over my mistakes. I was leaning in too much. I was not really running any routines. I was thinking of what I need to adjust.
My friend, BobBase, called and told me to head down to Lima. There was a pre-Halloween party there. I met BobBase outside. We headed in and he introduce me to his friend, HBLidsey, who is a bartender there. We chatted with her for a while. A cute a liitle asian girl came up and order a drink.
SNIPER: Hey. Can you pass me a napkin?
BKim: Sure. Here you go.
SNIPER: Thanks. By way, I didn't see any rings on your fingers. (Launched into ringer finger routine - credit Style)
Then I number closed her.
BobBase and I went down stairs. It was kind of weird. It was like a eight grade high school dance - girls dancing and guys standing around. BobBase asked what I wanted to do. I said well at least we should meet some people.
I beelined into a 3-set and opened with my t-shirt opener then introduce BobBase. We chatted with girls for a while and did some dancing. I should had number closed, but I getting edgey about getting home and getting some rest.
Not a bad night. It went better than I thought. I made many mistakes, but I knew what they were. It was good getting that confidence feeling.
I had dinner with the ONE on Sunday. We drank a bottle of wine and talked about work. I did mini eliciting values routine to get her off work. It worked well and we were back to where we use to be. Just joking around and having fun. I walked her and we held hands while just rambling on. In front of her building, I pulled her close and kiss her good night.
As I was walking home, she texted me.
THE ONE: Great seeing you tonight. I had a blast. I'm back in town next weekend. Let's grab drinks.
SNIPER: Sounds good. Sleep well.
The kicker is I no longer want her or longed for her like I once did. Strange? It is interesting how when something you have wanted so long falls in line that desire is gone. Not that she is not a great woman, she is amazing; I just don't have that crazy I need this girl back feeling anymore.
So I'm re-naming the ONE to SHBLatina.
Saturday, my buddy DM, calls me up and says "Stop working, taking a shower, and meet me at Old Glory's". Ok, I responded. I needed a break anyway, I have been busting my hump for the past several weeks.
What started off with some food, football, and drinks ended up being an all nighter. We had a blast. We meet a ton of folks, mostly because we were loud and having a blast. It is amazing what alcohol can do to your social abilities at least for a time. At about midnight, we were just two drunk guys.
Sometimes, it just plain fun to go out and have stupid fun. Plus I had not been doing any pua stuff in awhile so it was interesting to see how much I had fallen back. Interesting enough, I still had a lot openers and stories in my head, but as the night wore on and the alcohol continue to flow the worst I got. No worries, I still had a blast.
I have been on the road for a while. It is amazing how you forget when you are not practicing. Jackrabbit and I are justing get back from Georgetown. I completely botched three sets. Oh well, time to get back to the basics.
Everyone bailed on me Friday night so rather than do my normal club crawl, I decide to go to FLY.
It's about 11:30pm, there's were about three girls outside smoking and two guys in line. As I passed everyone, I said "Hey" or "What's up?" The doorman was not talking, just standing there. He let's the girls back in. The two guys in front of me where getting ansy, I do not know how long they had been. Finally, they leave in a huff.
Doorman: Name?
Sniper: Sniper.
Doorman: (Looks at his list) You are not on here.
Sniper: Yep.
Doorman: (Looks me up and down) Alone.
Sniper: Yep.
Doorman: Go ahead.
I'm not sure if there really is a list or he's there to intimidate people. I walked down the stairs. Saying hello to people walking out, nodding to others as I got to the bottom floor generally just greeting everyone which came within my sight. I have to say I was very impressed. The place was packed, but with the right amount of people so everyone can move from bar to bar; talk to each other; and dance. It had a nice flow. Everyone was nice. It kind of freak me out. I was moving to the bar and these guys either football players or former players were standing there. "Hey, can I grab a drink?" "Aw, sure man, jump in here." The bartendress (HBTalley) was nice and flirty. She gave me crap for drinking diet coke. I shot back with, "You, just met me and you're trying to get me drunk, bad girl". She giggled.
I leave the bar area and freaking smoke blast me right in the face. (hahaha) And brunette is dancing/jumping in front of me, she holds out her hand. I take it and we begin to dance. She was actually a good dancer. I think she stole my Diet Coke (hahaha). After three or four songs, we part ways. I walk over to the bar next staircase and there's this tall woman, I mean tall at least 6'5 maybe more, she was all smiles and dancing. I order another diet coke. A two set roll up and opens me.
HBCurly: Do you think my friend is cute? (Pointing to HBMegan)
Sniper: Um, I have seen cuter.
HBCurly: (Jaw drops, playfully) You're bad.
HBMegan: (Giggles)
HBCurly: Scrouch so, we can get a drink.
Sniper: You can't just roll up on me and start acting like your little boy. You gotta to pay the price of admission.
HBCurly: What's the price?
Sniper: (points to my left cheek)
HBCurly: (Kisses, Sniper's left cheek)
Sniper: (points to my right cheek)
HBCurly: (Kisses, Sniper's right cheek and pouts)
Sniper: Aw, that's cute. (I slide slightly to the left and she slides in at the bar, but I slide back blocking HBMegan)
HBMegan: (Kisses, Sniper on both cheeks) You have to forgive my friend, she can be bossy.
Sniper: That's obvious.
HBCurly: I can hear you guys.
HBMegan: (Giggles) So what do you do?
Sniper: Are lawyer?
HBMegan: Nope.
Sniper: A reporter?
HBMegan: Nope.
Sniper: Then why are you so nosey?
Both: (giggle)
Right then I physically get pulled away. It was shocking, but I had big smile on my face. It was Dominican. He was bring me over to the other bar for a shot. I had no idea he was there, he actually the bar manager. So I got tour of the whole place and met all the staff.
Eventually, HBMegan ends up next to me. We dance and I number close her.
The bartendress (HBTalley) who was giving me a hard time for drinking diet coke gives me her number saying that I should drop her a line anytime I want to get in the club. Interesting.
Friday night a friend of mine was bar tending at Saki. Jackrabbitt and Cowboy met me there. The place was filled but not pack. We open set after set. Nothing really stuck. The reason why is because while we were confident and funny, we had no structure. All the sets went flat. Looking back at it, it seemed like we were out of sync with the sets we were opening.
For my part, I did not use any material, canned or original. Just straight up, 'hi'. No stories or dhvs, just fluff. I was being lazy, I guess. While we did have fun, we misses a lot of opportunities.
What I did notice was all three of us were not standing around getting drunk, we were all talking to different people without being pushed into a set. Jackrabbit made a good rule, it is like the three second rule, but even simpler, "If you look at her, go talk to her". It's kind of weird what frames you can put on your mind that actually work while knowing what you should be doing actually puts you in a frame to not do anything.
All together not a bad night for approaching, but as for results horrible. It is easy to say I was being lazy, but I think that since I had some success without using the material that it was some kind of an internal cockiness. The reality is that the material that I have learn works and there is no reason to shy away from it, I just need to internalize it a bit more.
Whew, finally back. I have been busting my butt. I got some new clients and things just went into crazy work mode. I hit my $10,000 goal, AWESOME!
During my cross country travels, I did have four mini relationships. I wish I could say that I ran a perfect sarge or game, but that is not the case. I was so busy working that the only thing I was doing pua wise was listening to podcasts and audiobooks just to keep my frame of reference. Each was a daytime approach, not really an approach, more situational like standing in line at Starbucks or at the Bank. They all started with a Hi or Good morning or something completely lame, but was not until I was in mid-conversation that I realize 'Wow, this woman is gorgeous' and then I threw in a dhv and number closed.
I remember from The Game or something Style wrote that all he was trying to do was figure out a way to get into a conversation and keep it going. I think that is almost a fact for most guys. I think at times I am too hard on myself and am too outcome dependent. I think I did well doing these conversations because while my mind was not on seduction when I saw an opening I took opportunity to some of the things I learned.
Anyway, can it be any HOTTER in DC ????
I finally found sometime to write this week. Friday night, I hit Zaytinya with Jackrabbit for happy hour. I arrived early, ordered a drink, and opened the two-set next to me. Nothing came of it, just you’re usual DC banter. Jackrabbit arrived and I politely ejected. Jackrabbit was in a drinking mood and I was in a talking mood so after about 15 minutes, I was lets bounce to Lotus.
It was a great choice, a little too pack. Jackrabbit hit the bar and I opened a three set that was seated in front of me. For some reason, I was just opening with totally lame stuff like ‘Hey, How you guys doing?’, but was sticking so I really can’t complain. This set went really well, these girls fun a lots of flirty banter. There was a few mistakes I made, like not attempting to isolate any one of them. After about 30 minutes, swings by and wants to jet. It was the perfect opportunity to at least number (hind thought), just ejected politely.
We headed to Citron. Barman is working so we head to his station and greet him. Now, Jackrabbit is the approaching mood well grabbing mood. It’s not working. I talk to Barman for a bit and started talking to a couple next to me. A two-set get in between Jackrabbit and I. I turn my head and smile. The girl (HBShortpants) smiles back.
Sniper: That’s all you got.
HBShortpants: It works all the time. (smiling)
Sniper: (backturn)
HBShortpants: So what’s your name?
Sniper: I do not like to give out personal information to strangers.
HBShortpants: (smiles) Oh, really.
Sniper: Hell, yeah. You might be a stalker.
HBShortpants: Hahahaha
Some walks up and tries to dance with her. She grabs me. I pull in to me.
Sniper: I’m not your bodyguard.
HBShortpants: I have nothing to protect.
Sniper: (smiles…because I went completely blank and started thinking too much)
When go into fluff talk and dance a little bit. We manage to steal the seat in the corner. I run the ring finger routine on her. Jackrabbit and her friend find us. I number closed her. We banter for a while. Jackrabbit is ready to leave. I hug her and we had a little kiss. Jackrabbit and I bounce.
We head to Andalu. At Andalu’s, I completely sucked. I went back to default mode using my t-shirt opener and best friend test. Looking back, I was completely out of sync and too low key, plus it was 1:30. I should have been at higher vibe. Oh, well lesson learned.
The last two weeks have been pretty relaxed at least socially. I have mainly been focused on work and fixing my finances. I have had four fun dates. My approaches while not solid have been going well. There still something missing, I have not figured it out yet, they tend to just die after about 20 minutes, it may be that I have been doing approaches at events/functions I probably need to calibrate a little more to the environment. Anyway, all is quiet.
I had an overall great weekend. I have found a new wingman, I had two Day2s, and had general great time.
My new wingman - Blaise. I got an email last week from MASF regarding a wingman request. I have gotten these before and they have turned out to be guys who are really not into the social arts. Blaise is a cool guy, he reminds of Common, same time type of dress and style. His social background is kind of like mind, just feed up with being knowing there is a better way of dating than just being a nice guy. We worked on body language and openers. It was great experience for me to watch someone I knew work, while we primarily focused on him this weekend, I learn a lot about my behavior and sticking points. So this was not a bad find.
Day2 - BUruguay
This turned into a shopping date which was cool, because she help me pick out some cool jeans and shirts. We had this flirty push-pull banter going on the whole time. We never got into 'comfort' or in a serious mode. It started right off the back joking with each. There was tons of kino, kisses, and hugs. We ended with an makeout session at her place, but nothing more. I sure I drop the ball somewhere. I know that I waited way too late to push up the escalation ladder, I think this is the reason for just the makeout session.
Day2 - HBPolitico
This was a dinner date. It started off with some good kino, a big hug and a peck on the lips. During dinner, great conversation, mostly politics which was good because we were sharing each other experiences and exchange advice; it was bad in the sense that it created too much camaraderie and I really wasn't running on any type of routine or creating hoops. What else that was interesting was that I did not get the - So do you have a girlfriend? After dinner, we were walking back to the metro (I metro there, she lived nearby) holding hands and stop in front of a gallery and were talking about the art we saw; this was pretty much the only awkward moment; I definitely missed something there, what? I don't know. When we got to the metro, we sat on a bench, because my wait was about 15 minutes, I ran the cube on her then kiss closed her.
So the reason I am writing so much tonight is because a girl I met last weekend HBPolitico flaked on me tonight. I might be over analyzing.
HBPolitico: Hey Sniper.
Sniper: What's up?
HBPolitico: I can make it tonight.
Sniper: I'm sorry to hear that. You know... (trying to go on the breaking date speech)
HBPolitico: (interrupting) I could make it out later around 10 or so. Is that to late?
Sniper: Yes. You know... (trying to go on the breaking date speech)
HBPolitico: How about I make it up to you on Sunday?
Sniper: Um, It's Memorial Day weekend. I'll have to check.
HBPolitico: How about I call you tomorrow and we make plans?
Sniper: Ok.
HBPolitico: Ok, talk to you tomorrow. Bye.
Sniper: Bye.
Ok, she tried to make plans for later and she offered another date. But she stilled flaked.
A few minutes later... BUruguay called. I sarged her in the elevator last summer, we've kept in contact, nothing too serious, just a couple of makeouts. I ran into on Monday and teased her for only calling when she wants to makeout.
BUruguay: Hey Sniper.
Sniper: Hey There.
BUruguay: What are you doing Sunday?
Sniper: Um, It's Memorial Day weekend.
BUruguay: Yeah, I know. Some friends of mine are having a party. I wanted to know if you wanted to come.
Sniper: Sure.
BUruguay: Great. I'll call you around 1 on Sunday. Cool?
Sniper: Sure.
BUruguay: Talk to you on Sunday. Bye.
Sniper: Bye.
I will now pay homage to the PUA gods.
Yesterday, I left a meeting in Dupont. I was walking back to my car not thinking of anything in a particular. Ahead of me was a gorgeous blond and I stop her.
Sniper: Hello. I'm sniper.
SHBBlond: Hi.
Sniper: I'm having drinks with some friends tonight at Gazuza. You should come join us. Here's my card, give me a call if you would like to join us.
SHBBlond: Thank you.
I walked away and she continued on her path. I smiled to myself and then I felt heat on my forehead and felt the sweat bead begin to form and the shear chill going from the top of my head all the way down my back. It's that feeling that you get when you have been studying for a test and you are so sure you aced it and then you realize that you did everything wrong. At that point, I broke out into laughter.
I basically did what every girl I have known has told me to do - Just introduce yourself and ask her out.
I do have to say I did not miss a beat, it was something that you would see in a movie. Picture perfect, no approach anxiety, no voice in my head, no quivering voice, perfect body language, perfect tone of voice, and complete AFC BS coming out of my mouth. I was on autopilot, just the wrong stuff came out of my mouth.
And we all know the answer to the $25,000 question: Did she call?
Of course not.
Hahahaha....
Yesterday was beautiful here in DC. I was hoping to get out, but I was working on a proposal for this week. I got a call from HBHatian, I meet her Saturday night at Chroma, she looked much better on Sunday than on Saturday night so I upgraded her from a B to a HB (hahaha).
HBHatian: Hey Sniper. What's up? We had blast last night.
Sniper: A little recovering and a little working, just trying to be prepare for the week.
HBHatian: I'm meeting some friends at Sequoia's, you should come down.
Sniper: Sounds good. I thinking around I should be ready around 4.
HBHatian: Cool. See you down there.
I went along my day not thinking much about it; got ready and headed down there. When I first arrived I headed to the bar on the patio and called her; she wave me over to her. I headed to her table. There were four guys and two other girls. I greeted HBHatian with hug and a kiss on the cheek during the release I ran a squeeze test on her hand and she sqeezed back. Then I did something I thought was weird, instead of sitting down I walked around the table and introduced myself to everyone. As tempting as it was to naturally lean down I stood straight up and extended my hand, interesting enough people stood up and shook my hand. When I sat down I opened with how did everyone know each other. HBHatian was friends with the two girls (BSunny & HBTiffany) and two of the guys, the two guys were friends of one of HBHatian's guy friends. Then we basically broke down into basic fluff chat ... great day to be out, basketball playoffs, random stuff, and people watching. It was actually nice.
After about 45 minutes of general fluff chat. I realized I was not prepared for this day 2. I asked HBHatian if she wanted to play Marry, Kill, or Shag. We started and were laughing. BSunny asked what we were doing when we told her she wanted to join in, so we let her. The two random guys left and went to hang out at the bar. (???)
After playing Marry, Kill, or Shag. HBHatian and I were in I guess comfort. Just chatting and flirting nothing too heavy, but lots of kino ... touching each other as we talked, pushing each other away as we joke with each other. Around 6:30, we close the tab. I walked her and her girlfriends back to their car holding her hand just chatting and we ended with a nice little kiss.
So I had a great time yesterday. I almost felt natural. I do think I need to come up with a Day 2 plan, a couple of stories, games, and dhvs. I think I got lucky for reason I just on the right wavelength
Anyway for the guys that live in DC, this was the first time in a long time that I saw numerous 10s, like most places you may see 4 or 5 during the night but last Sunday on the G'Town waterfront, they were all over.
This started last night and I have been on a roll.
Former Boss: Congratulations. I hope we can work together in the future.
Sniper: I don't think so.
(This guy put me in the poor house while helping promote girls he was trying to impress)
While standing waiting for the train:
HB: (Huffs) Can you move?
Sniper: Yep. (But I didn't move because I would have ended up on the train tracks)
Leaving the gym
Beggar: (Who I saw walk then open a wheelchair and sit down) Can you help me out?
Sniper: Nope.
Text message
HBSharon: How come you don't call me?
Sniper: What would you like me to call you?
Going to a meeting
Hotel Clerk: (After I waited a minute while he tried to pick a woman) Um, Sir, Can I help you with something?
Sniper: You had your chance.
Lunch
Waitress: Glad to see you made it. You were keep us waiting.
Sniper: I was fixing my hair. (I shave my hair bald)
At CVS
BWoman: Do you work here?
Sniper: Are asking me out?
Happy Hour (Mie-n_Yue)
AMOG: Nice shirt
Sniper: That's cute. You like me. (Credit: Lance Mason)
Phone call
The One: I free on Thursday for dinner.
Sniper: Great! What are you making?
I opened ten sets throughout the day. There was a trigger point. I was standing in line at Caribou Coffee. A girl glanced at me and I glanced back. I thought she was cute and also felt that she was really checking me out - I'm the prize I thought. I walked over and introduced myself, we had the quickest conversation about 45 seconds, nothing came out of it because I had no real plan.
I think I am like most guys you jump into this. Read everything and try everything. The thing is I have read some many different things that I really don't have any consistent method that I follow. Swingcat's book is great, but I think I read it at the wrong time without a full understanding. Yes, I'm a prize, but I am a man so I must approach. This is where I get hung up if I am the prize then why should I approach, why should I be social, why should I build/refine my identity, the act of doing these things actually means I am not the prize. Right? I do not think so. What I have come to believe is that in order to be the prize, I must do all those things and many more. It kind of like wishful thinking, if I do not take action then I can not be the prize.
So guess what I'm trying to say is action equals results.
Jackrabbit and I ended up at K St on Sunday night. We got there around 10:30. From the hassle at the door we thought it would be packed. It had a lot of people but it was not having people wait in line a lot of people. What I found most interesting was that there were more women than men and it stayed that way until we left (well, until I left).
Jackrabbit and I went straight to the middle of the bar. It was fairly easy to do. It was kind of strange because a large portion of the guys were in the VIP section and the majority of the women were in the main area. K St has very simple layout, it's a rectangle, long bar against one wall and a VIP section against the other, and middle just open where could stand or dance. By far this was probably of the easiest places to approach because everyone next to us were women. Many of our sets lasted about 5 minutes, because I just could take how some of these girls were talking. I was actually being picky.
Jackrabbit and I both spotted HBPochantas and made a line towards her. She had three friends with her so I freaking beta myself and approached them because Jackrabbit insisted eventhough I advice against it.
Sniper: Heys, real quick, (text message break-up opener)
Girls: Get out. That just happened to our friend.
Sniper: How did she take it? blah, blah, blah
Girls: blah, blah, blah
I actually held my own. My biggest problem was that I got stuck in trying to figure out which one to isolate. I basically negged and teased all 3 of them, having a great time. I finally looked over to introduce Jackrabbit, but he was gone, but HBPochanatas was still around.
I excused myself and went searching for him - Nada. Called him - Nada. Texted him - Nada. It crazy Jackrabbit has disappeared, still have not heard from him. Hopefully, he will pop up before Friday.
Saturday, I hit Citron. Barman was bartending and MB was actually hanging out. I walked in and greeted the bouncer, owner, and coat check girl. Then walked right smack into the wall of people, which is kind of weird because to five steps pass them the bar was relative open. I saw MB, we said hello. Next to MB was this girl. I looked her, she looked at me. In the back of my mind, I heard GO. I step towards her and realize she was with friends, but I opened anyway.
Sniper: Hi, I'm Sniper.
HBCristina: I'm Cristina.
Sniper: Where are you guys from?
HBCristina: We are from Texas. (Introduces me to her friends and continues) We went to High School together, but different colleges. I moved here ... (Fluff talk)
I introduce MB. We all basically fluff talked for about 45 minutes. The best part was guys kept by these girls drinks and they kept talking and dancing around. I Style number closed HBCristina and bounce with MB to Blue Gin.
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