Hit the club with some attractive girl friends. On the dancefloor, one of my friends starts talking and dancing with a circle of girls nearby. She finds out one recently lived in my home city. She directs her over to me. Thanks for the assist! Game on!

We chat and dance. It's not long until we're grinding and she's talking about going to get a drink. We start going to the bar, but I hear one of my favorite songs come on, so I pull her back to the dancefloor. Soon, a really pretty girl has taken my hand and starts pulling me to the front of the dancefloor. There's a stage in front of the dj where lots of pretty girls were dancing for the crowd, but I'm being pushed up there because they want to see me dance. Sweet! I dance to the cheers of the pretty girls in the front until security politely asks me to get down. Hehe.

I get back with the girl I danced with. We go to the bar. I tell her I'm paying this time, but she gets the next one. We dance more. She talks about wanting to get some fresh air. Of course, I'm thinking about getting her out of there and finding a place for sex, but she's worried about leaving the club and not being able to get back in. I actually am too because I hadn't been in the club long and my friends are still there and I don't know if this girl is a sure thing yet. So, we go to the exit but return and get another drink. She says she wants to get me drunk.

We hit the dancefloor again. Grinding, I maintain eye contact and we kiss. I think we got another drink. Talk of fresh air again and me whispering in her ear. We leave.

Shit Test: She talks about going to another club nearby. I know this makes no sense, but I'm not arguing. As we walk, we stop occasionally and kiss. She's talking about wanting to dance some more before anything else. I even let us get in line and through security, but before we'd have to pay I tell her let's go do our own private dancing and I've got music on me. And just like that, she agrees and we start walking the streets looking for a love hotel.

I'm telling her I want to make her feel good tonight. She's telling me she wants to fuck. But what's this? Another...

Shit Test: She asks me if I have a girlfriend. I answer, truthfully, no. She says I must be some kind of playboy. This is straight out of "The Guide to Japanese Girls". I say maybe she's a playgirl, tease her, "how can I trust you?" This doesn't completely work, so I give the answer from the guide: "Maybe you like playboys." She says, "Yeah, maybe I do." And that's that. We continue looking for a love hotel, but no luck, they are all full because the city is filled with people during the holidays.

We hang out for a bit wandering around the city and drunken nonsense, and make another round of searching for love hotels. She suggests going back to her place despite her living in an apartment with her brother above her parents'. No thanks. I send her away in a cab.