Me and VK were at the DC bar Marvin on a recent Friday night. If you’re wondering why we go all the time when the average age is 30, I think it’s because we’re the only guys there who have game (besides Roissy). We do alright when talent shows up.
Three cute girls were checking us out and wouldn’t stop. VK opened them and I joined in later to talk to the tallest one. Within a minute I felt something was wrong… it was like she had a rod shoved up her ass. Turns out she is going to law school. That was all I needed to know. I looked over her shoulder and saw nothing else, so it was this lawyer chick or nothing.
I’m working on her and it’s going well. Five minutes into the conversation, in a pitiful attempt to compliment me which I’m sure took a lot of courage for her, she said, “You’re not lame.” She’s touching me and playing with her hair. I was on track, and she’s actually pretty good looking.
But then, out of nowhere, the third friend comes back from getting a drink. She looks at me, smiles, and just holds it. There it was. Instantly I think, “I want THIS one.” I didn’t care that I already put work into the lawyer chick because this other chick was just oozing warmth and I knew she was more my type. I take a break from the lawyer chick and started talking to the new girl. But we’re not even talking, just looking at each other. It was on and I was very pleased.
After a minute the lawyer chick says “girl talk.” The girls huddle up and start whispering to each other. I’m not worried—in fact I have to do guy talk often with my wingman to sort out situations. A minute later they are done and the lawyer chick says, “We’re leaving.” Then they walk away. 
In Brazil I got with a girl and two hours into it I find out that she actually came with a group of friends. The friends never interrupted once. But here you have girls running around treating their friends like little kids, babysitting them and making decisions about which guys guys they should get with. Unfortunately in this passive culture it’s not common for one girl to stand up to her friend in the heat of the moment with other friends looking on. She passes on the desirable male to get approval so her already low self-esteem is not shattered.
I’m on board VK’s Stop Blocking Movement and started an anti-cockblocking web site to assist the cause. From this point on every time I get blocked, I will go to the blocker and say, “I hope you get The Clap when you least expect it.” I know no other way to solve this problem.
I saw the lawyer chick a week later at the same bar. I poked her, she looked, and then ignored me. She won.
