I haven't done a bar makeout in 6 years. I went for isolation and a quick couple of minutes in the corner with a cutie (would have been a 5 or 6 without the giant rack, but an 8 when she's showing it off like that) on Saturday. Then we went to late night and I tongued down a coworker - not my type, but I was up for making it a double play and it just would have been rude not too at least play around before crashing.
What I noticed was that it was fucking easy. All I had to do was talk (the more meaningless, the more we laughed, the more she IOI'd). Everytime that I escalated, there was no way she would let me back off. El Fenix gets credit for masterfully orchestrating some attraction and comfort by leading set merges and a venue switch of 7 people.
The weekend made it really easy to approach at my gym today, which I've only done once before. It was easy because I didn't give a fuck. It was just a couple of girls I wanted to talk to, who I've seen around, and thought they gave that look (the one that says "let me suck your dick ... pleeeez!)". It felt like they couldn't really reject me, because if the interaction stopped right there it wouldn't matter, because I already get what I want without them. Apparently, I was reading the IOIs right even though I hadn't had the balls to approach before, because one was really friendly for a few minutes and the other kept on reopening me.
Last Friday, I decided to go out all weekend with the attitude that "I get what I want and don't give a fuck about anything else." I don't mean like a sociopath, but like starring in my own movie. I don't know what that had to do with this, but I'm gonna keep on rolling with it.
