Sup dudes, this is probably gonna be a long one (for better or worse), so strap in or just quit while you're ahead ;)

It's honestly been awhile since I've posted anything here and it feels good to have a story to share. Most of you probably feel this way too, but I feel like the last year of my life has been one long sine wave of hot and cold streaks; I'll go months without getting laid, then get with like 4 chicks in a month or something. That being said, I'm coming off a cold streak and feel pretty confident that the last 3 days of my life are telling me I'm about to start winning again.

As an aside, just because I haven't been getting laid doesn't mean I'm all bummed out. In fact, this has been possibly the most fun month of my entire life. I moved halfway across the world to Sydney to study for a semester, and the people I've met, experiences I've had, and personal growth I've made really can't even be quantified. If you ever have the chance to do something like this, fucking do it.

Back to last night. So I went out on a Monday night (pretty typical for me right now to be honest) to celebrate a few chicks' birthdays. I kinda had in mind that I wanted to flirt with one of them as I figured this was a good chance. Because of this, I decided to go all out and wear this ridiculous purple flowered shirt I had just bought. To be honest I think it’s fucking sick, but my friends gave me a relentless amount of shit for it. I made a bet with one of them that if chicks dug it he’d have to buy me a beer.

Anyway, I think I said 4 words to this birthday girl all night – going out with a plan never works, right? But I didn't need to. Just cause I went out with an open mind regardless, and I talked to literally everyone. I came off an insane weekend away where I literally just opened up and talked to anyone, no problem. Carrying that over into my night, I ended up meeting a girl through a mutual girl friend of mine that I'd seen in one of my classes before. Don't underestimate the power of having plutonic friends (especially hot ones). Immediately I clicked with this girl, probably cause she had that sassy jersey girl attitude that really mixes with my sarcastic style.

Very quickly we established that we’re both in Greek life, and she actually ended up going to my school back home. Because I was able to relate to her and name names of girls I know – Demonstrating Higher Value – she already knew I was cool. Like I said, I’m super sarcastic, so in between all of this I was making jabs (almost neg-like) at her, saying things like “oh my god no way, Chi O is like my second favorite sorority!” She fucking ate that up and within 2 minutes of talking to her she was already getting super handsy, basically laughing at everything I said while brushing her hands against my chest and abs while taking a step back.

This is probably one of two or three interactions with a girl I’ve ever had where you just feel like you’re Neo in the fucking Matrix. Everything’s slowed down, no pressure, and I had the perfect thing to say for any situation. I felt like I just channeled every video, post, and book I’ve ever studied on pickup, and it all just came out like some form of Shakespearian word vomit.

As I’m talking I see all my friends leave for the next bar, which was fine by me. After about 10 more minutes of talking, which continues to go exactly as the first few minutes went, with high fives, brief touching and hand holding, etc., she says she’ll be right back and has to go to the bathroom. Since my friends all left, this is usually where I’d wait around like a sad puppy dog until my friend comes back. Nope, not today. I took 5 steps to my right and started talking to the hottest girl I saw. Nothing special to report here, but it just kept me in state and showed that I didn’t give a fuck. Eventually my girl came back and we left with the rest of her friends to hit that next bar.

At this point I figured I had a good shot here, but the night was young and trying to pull too early never goes well. Let’s take it slow (ish).

Waiting in line at the next bar for 30 minutes got pretty boring, and honestly this is where I started to worry a little bit. She actually ran up to cut the line with one of her other friends, leaving me alone, but not before she asked me for my phone number. I put it in and then she told me to fill out the name, and I gave her shit for forgetting my name and using the classic tactic of asking for the number to figure it out. After making her sweat for a minute, I put it in and made a funny joke in reference to our conversation earlier as part of the contact. But now I was alone, and starting to worry that I’d lost this one.

Fear not, I finally got inside and she met me with open arms. I flirted some more, and (remember my shirt bet earlier?) decided now was a good time to cash in on this beer. I said “so what do you think of this shirt? My friends gave me a ton of shit for it.” A little needy, maybe, but I don’t think it mattered at this point. Not to mention, my confidence in this shirt was rock fucking solid. In fact, I’ve probably never felt more confident in a shirt in my life, so I didn’t give a shit what anyone said. She looked me up and down while I took a step back, and she said “I’d fuck you.” Alright, game over. I took a step forward and then said “oh, nevermind” and playfully walked away to her shocked laughter. I came back and grabbed her while I spun around onto a stool, and made a comment about her height. I pulled her in by the waist and he started making out.

We made out a few times during the night, but what really hurt me was just the logistics of her drunken friend’s birthday. Any other night I probably could’ve pulled her home, but she was just preoccupied. Understandable, I get it. As she was running around, I made the decision again to not be a fucking puppy dog and actually just do what I wanted. I went around and talked to a few more girls (not really sure if that was a bad idea or not), and eventually came back to her. Her whole attitude was different and I was getting a bad vibe, so I backed off and started dancing with anyone I knew around me. Five minutes later, we were back at it, making out in the corner, grinding, and her getting pretty handsy. I swear, this chick would’ve given some amazing head, she was a freak. Anyway, it was getting late and I had to get up early for work the next day, so I made my move and got turned down. She’s got my number, ball’s in her court. We’ll see.

Well this was fun guys, sorry for that novel of a post. I really enjoy writing these though, it helps me analyze my interactions and learn from them, and have a little bit of fun in the process. If you want to see more, lemme know. If I actually end up in a situation where I can post these semi-regularly, maybe I'll start a blog. I've been looking for a little side project.