Entering the room, I quickly scan the poolroom and decide on a table with a mix set, 2HBs and 2AFCs. I already knew one AFC and one HB. The HB I knew hardly ever smiled and shit tests any man she sees. Maybe making herself unapproachable to all guys is a way to partially hide her lesbian-ness, though I have yet to fully understand her psyche – I’ll dub her HBlesby. Despite her extreme sassiness, she is a cool, has the “I don’t care what you think” attitude, and can play a good game a pool… for a girl (she hates when I say that
HBmex (HB8): Can I have one of those (she points to my black & mild)
Mojo: You want one of these. What do I get in return. (said in a playful way)
HBmex: a handshake
Mojo: Psssshhh
HBmex: You’re lucky to get that
Mojo: *chuckles* Cute (I love the word “Cute”, it’s a classic and used a lot, but it works in sedating shit tests)
Mojo: Of course you can have one (Said with sensual EC and sincerity)
HBmex: Thank you
Here I turn away from her first. Shortly after she re-opens:
HBmex: You look familiar, do you come here often.
Mojo: Sometimes (I say sometimes, as to keep myself a bit scarce. Scarcity ups your value)
As I blow out smoke, HBlesby's states how she hates smoke. I tell her I love my black & mild. And for good measure, I notice HBmex’s black and mild is about to go out. So I walk pass HBlesby and re-lights HBmex’s black & mild. Good, double the smoke. HBlesby say’s nothing. Not only do I correctly respond to HBlesby's shit test but also impress HBmex by being unfazed by HBlesby and polite at the same time when re-lighting her cig. Gold.
The girls barely loose the game and now it’s my turn. I approach HBmex, hold out my hand, which she takes and tells her I need a pool partner. The smiles and accepts. During the game, we are exchanging kino, looks, etc. Getting a ton of IOI’s. At one point I make an impossible shot at which some random guys walks up and excitedly give me props – giving me higher status.
Had an easy shot with the 8, though scratched. Everyone shakes hands, HBmex comes up to shake my hand though we hug instead. Soon after she has to go, it’s getting late.
HBmex: Hey, I am having a house warming party in a week, would you like to come. (I could tell she was slightly nervous, scared I might say “no”. She is obviously into me. Mojo: Is it during the day or night?
HBmex: Night
Mojo: Sure
HBmex: Let me give you my number (She number closes me, I call her to make sure I had the right number)
Mojo: Give me a call
HBmex: ok (she smiles)
I am confident I could of changed venue with her then close the deal. I was tired, still a bit ill (caught something from S. Padre that gave me a sore throat and a helluva headache) and I didn’t feel like it.
On a further note, HBlesby was an asset in this set. As she shit tested me and every other guy there that night, it allowed me to up my value by passing all of her shit tests. I have known her for a while and this is just how she is. She makes great practice in dealing with such things.

