This chick is a player herself. She has AFCs fawning over her constantly. I once heard her talking to a friend about how she has guys buying her dinner all the time and the way she tools them.
She’s about 5’10” and skinny as a rail. She’s built like a runway model, but she has a little acne trouble. I rate her as a 8.5, but she thinks she's a 10.
She and I had spoken a few times, mostly me calling her an “attention whore” and busting her chops. But, nothing with any real connection.
So, I’m sitting in this little dive bar and she walks in, sees me, smiles and comes over to sit with me. “Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly. “ I like to run game while sitting at the bar. It’s easy to give subtle hints by turning in or out on your stool. The bartender immediately brings her a longneck beer and tells her “no charge” (this bartender is an AFC).
When she sat down I said “not you again. Jesus, are you following me or something?” She smiled and slapped my arm.
I told her the rules to the question game and we started playing. It was going great. I’m getting kino, I do bait, hook, reel and release, I'm get IOIs and the conversation is getting more sexual. Then I asked her “what’s your perversion?”
Her: “My what?”
Me: “Your perversion. Your kink. Everyone has something their into. Do you like to be tied up? Do you liked to be spanked? What’s your thing?”
She looked up, smiled and then came her shit test. She looked at me with those icy blue eyes and brothers; it hit me like an arrow. She said “blondes, I’ve only had sex with blondes.” Ouch! I cracked. I felt it run through my whole body. It was just a little thought. “You’re not getting this one Scoundrel. “ I looked down for a second to regain my composure. When I looked back at her, I could see in her now smug smile that she knew she’d stung me. It was over and I was toast.
This is hard to explain, but I was communicating with her on a different level. Her eyes said, “I’ve got your number.” And mine said, “Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.” I tried to keep playing, but I’d lost the game and she knew it. It was the end of the fourth and she was letting the clock run out.
Oh well, you can’t win them all and she’ll make a fantastic pivot. Every time she sees me, she’ll kiss my cheek the way she always does and it’ll be great for running jealousy plots.
“Blondes, I only have sex with blondes.” I’ll be using that.
