Hey everyone,
Im wylde, So at 3:15 p.m. on friday I get a call from my boy Zane about a private costume party in Denton with a live band. Im in Wichita Falls and the Idea of driving two hours away, spitting game at a party full of HBs and people I've never seen before or probably never will see again , sounded like an awesome way to spend a Holloween.
We haul ass down there, get lost... for like 2 hours. Finally we get to the party and i realize my first mistake. Zane(although great friend) Is not the kinda guy you want to bring along in a situation when its you against every other afc . Espescially a costume party. He went as a Adam, you know.. from the bible..... He had a green speedo with leaves glued over it and nothing else. He also is a body builder. So right away, my bro is grabbing attention away from me right of the bat. No problem, He Isn't the sharpest tool in the shed.
Party was bumpin and i started opening sets. The first set I opened was three hb's sitting on the back patio just texting.... not talking... just texting. So I grab my phone and go in for the kill . "So this is the texting party everyone has been talking about!" I threw them a smile and thought i was in.. I just got a blank stare from all three of them. nothing, not a giggle, not a "what the fuck are you talking about" nothing. So i just smilled again and went back inside. I opened three more sets and concluded that the majority of the people there were couples. No biggy, still had a good time. The sole single HB i got into a set that night went great. Even got a number out of her. I excused my self after I got the number and my confidence went through the roof.
I went and watched the band finish their set and I was ready to bail. I spent 45 minutes for looking for Zane, called him, asked around, and looked everywhere. I finally go .." fuck it. He can call me in the morning".
I walk out to the truck, and I hear a little moan... we all know the moan. The one you hear and the voice in your head goes"Keep doing what you just did". I walk to the back of the truck and Zane is but ass naked plowing away the hb i got the number from earlier. Zane looks up and hi fives me. I just laugh and walk back into the party. Ten minutes later he comes in and we leave the party.
So what did i learn from my night out? Zane is a Natural, and I need some help with Pick up.
SATURDAY NIGHT:
I'm back in wichita falls and I hit another party around 11. There was a massive kegger and the hb's drank free(Hey, Im not above shooting fish in a barrel, and im for sure not above picking up a drunk 9.) I opened sets had fun... but struck out the whole night. not a number, not a wink. notta. I did beat some ass in beer pong though! Im bout to leave and I run into Jocelyn. 5'6" 110, carmel skin, and working on her near future hang over. To make it even better, Jocelyn is my younger sisters best friend. kinda grew up at my house. I got a thirty minute sob story about her boy friend dumping her, I made a suggestion she should let me drive her home. We stoped by my place to grab a quick bite. then she wanted to see me play the guitar.... and we started making out.
Moved into the bedroom made out for a bit more. she gets up and walks into the bathroom, leaves the door open. I take my clothes off jump and put the covers just covering up the meat and patatoes. You would think the rest would be .. the business as usually. no. not so much. Im sitting there naked on the bed, and she is apparently just chilling in the bathroom. I wait for what seems like forever, and i finally ask"everything come out all right???"
no response. I get up, throw some shorts on and walk to the bathroom. To my surprise, Jocelyn's drunk ass is passed out on my bathroom floor. I got a blanket put it on her... took a piss, went to bed.
What did i learn from this?... [b]SHIT HAPPENS[/b]
That was my weekend, had worse, and have had better. Im gonna try to make the next taco cabbanna meeting for sure. I can't wait to get this shit down.
PEACE