Visiting the folks over the weekend, I decided to go out sargin. Since my folks live out of state and knew no one, I had to go alone. The first thing I like to do upon entering a club is to find a group of friends ASAP. I headed up to a bar called 616 that was managed by an old friend from high school. Upon arrival I found it was just sold and was now reopen as a new club. That night was opening night so they had a local radio station promoting it. Briefly talked to the bouncers. Then back into my car heading to another club, I decided to turn on the radio to the station that was promoting the new club. After 15 minutes and failed attempts to find the next bar, I hear a DJ announcing “This is DJ Flip…” and that’s all I needed to turn my car around heading straight back to the first club. You see, DJ Flip is a guy I knew from years ago. Back then he was a smaller DJ, getting anything he could. Now, he was at this new hot club on opening night DJ’ing. Can you say Social Proof? I knew you could….
At the door there is a cover charge. With a smile I tell the HostessHB8 that “I am old friends with the DJ, that has to count for something” *smiles*
VIP wrist ban and no cover. Oh fucking yeah.
I make a beeline to the stage, DJ flip motions me up, we shake hands and bull shit a bit. It was early and the bar still sparse of people, but those that were there saw that I was a good friend of the DJ. I feel my social proof pounding.
Hop off stage, and make another beeline to a 4 set, two AFCs, HB7 and HB7.5. I ignore the girls and introduce myself to the guys who had some funky names… Boston and Crate. They were with the radio station. Fuck yeah. *pound* *pound*.
My first job out of College was at a radio station so instant common ground. We talk about the unique stories that can only happen at a radio station, meeting rock stars, hazing listeners who will do about anything for a free concert ticket (we had literally tarred and feathers a few who wanted some free concert tickets), blah blah.
No need to ask how they knew the HBs, it was obvious from the body language and nonverbal communication they were gf/bf.
The club is still sparse. Not much going on. Out of my peripheral vision I was noticing two girls looking at me. Upon opening them I find that one of the girls was a guy, just very feminine. They were bf/gf. Have some good convo, the girl was an HB6… not worth it.
Ok, still nothing going on, so I go back upstage say good-bye to Flip and then made my rounds saying my goodbyes to all my new friends. I do this just incase I decide to come back and need some preexisting social proof.
I head to another club that was recommended by most everyone I met. It is about 11:30pm and the bar is a bit more crowded, though the night is still young. Head back to the main dance floor and with a quick look around, I spy the most cool looking mo fo in the room. Go up to start a convo. Again, it is important to find friends ASAP - the cooler the better. Scott is a regular and knows everyone. Perfect. I quickly see an HB8 sitting by herself at the bar, a tattoo of a moon on her back. I approach…
Mojo: Me and my friend were just talking about you
MoonHB8: yeah?
Mojo: Yeah. We were wondering what that tattoo is on your back? (I know it’s a moon, but had to open with something : )
MoonHB8: It’s a moon. I have one of a sun, too.
Mojo: Oh. Show me.
MoonHB8: It’s on my lower back. (MoonHB8 pulls up her shirt to show her tattoo. Also, tatoo on lower back could well mean she is bi)
Mojo: What are you doing here by yourself
Had to find out whether she was here with someone. Though I find out she moved here for a job a few months ago. She is a safety coordinator. Blah blah fluff fluff.
Upon qualifying her, I find she is intelligent. I love intelligence. She was accepted to Princeton though went to another university due to financial reasons. I make sure to bring up that I from Dallas, here only for a weekend to visit the folks. Of course you do this so she has no worry about seeing you again when the one-night-stand occurs.
One of the favorite things I like doing with a girl is people watching. Girls love this! And as we people watch I point out what is occurring by the nonverbal language. “That girl is not feeling comfortable with that guy. See how he is leaning in as she leans away while in a defensive position”… stuff like that. And it’s a very natural transition in going on how all those other guys have no clue at all. They don’t! Better for us. All along I am communicating sub modalities of “this is a guy that has a clue, gets it, gets laid, and gets laid a lot”. You have to communicate this to a girl. It gives her permission to fuck you cause, well, it’s ok cause he fucks a lot. Subconscious chick logic - Go figure.
I tell here lets go somewhere that is more quiet so we can talk. Of course, changing locations creates the frame that since we are going to a new area together, that we are together. It also allows for some time distortion. After a bit more fluff talk I can tell it is time for a k-close. I do Mystery’s kiss close routine… she says something I can’t quite here, but it was not a “no”. I go in. She backs up. I give a mischievous smile and go back in for the close. One thing I have learned is that girls will back away a bit to test you. To see if you have the balls to go in and take what you want. Whether it was this or LMR, you must know when “no” means “no” or “no” means “GO”. With more of a clue, this was a go.
More fluff talk, take her hand and lead her back to the bar where I close out my tab as she went to the bathroom. She comes back…
MoonHB8: Guys like using this tattoo *she nods toward the tatoo* as an excuse to hit on me.
Mojo: I know I did *mischievous smile* (Yeah, I’ll admit to it. Like I care what she thinks now. I know she is mine)
Fluff, fluff, blah blah blah-dee fucking blah
Mojo: I got to go soon.
MoonHB8: Awww, why?
Mojo: How about walking me to my car.
By this time I knew it would go further. Take her to my car where we mess around a bit. "Let's not give the security guard a free show", then followed her to her home upon her suggestion. She stops at a place for a quick eat but it’s closed. I gotta pee like a motha muckah so I whip it out and tell her to hold on. Ahhhhhh. That felt good. Some may feel uncomfortable draining your lizard while there is a girl there, waiting for you. But come on, this is another chance to show her that you really don’t care what she thinks. When you gotta go, you…well… anyway.
Head back to her apartment walk in and I see cats! Crap. I’m thinking of previous times when girls I am about to fuck forget to close the door and even tell me about their cats, and they pop out right when I am pounding. I hate when the cat stare… If there has to be another pussy in the room, let it be one I can pound. She kicks the cats out of her bedroom. Whew!
So you fuckers were wondering when the second pussy would come in. lol.
So we get our groove on. No LMR whatsoever. Fantastic/sensual F-close.
Then something happened that intrigued me. She asked if I practiced those faces in the mirror. You see, this girl was every bit of an HB8 plus some. As I looked over her body, and lightly caressed her soft skin, I was in sexual awe, total adoration for this beautiful creature. I knew these intense feelings were reflected in the sexually charged animal stare I had upon her. And I knew she liked it.
I really allowed myself enjoy the experience, to enjoy her. And it showed subconsciously on my face. A true smile cannot be forced. It CAN’T. When you are truly happy the subconscious mind moves muscles that you cannot do consciously when you smile to create a “real” smile. Faked smiles are sometimes caught by the conscious, and always by the subconscious. The same with that sexually charged look I had. She knew it was real and she liked it. So the lesson here is to thoroughly, completely enjoy the woman. It makes it much more enjoyable for both of you.
- Mojo
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