First post dudes/ettes.

After not playing soccer for what seems to be like a year, I go play a pick up game for like 2 hours. Im done. Exhausted. Dead.

Buddy of mine texts me up, "Bro, let's go clubbing tonight, meet at my place free drinks." The whole 9. I'm fucking tired at this point, but I think to myself: I'm gonna go have some fun.

After the predrink we get to the club talk to a bunch of girls, get smiles, kisses, got shut down a bunch of times and I'm still having a fucking ball.

I see this sexy ass woman HB8, lock eyes, flash my million dollar smile, walk up to her with the confidence of Gods take her hands and start dancing (latin club by the way).

Things are getting hot, my hands are all over her and the chemistry and eye contact is fucking awesome. I cup her cheeks and plant a smooth kiss on her, I break off first.

I go back to my buddy, laugh and shit, go talk to some other girls, dance a few times. Find the HB8 again, little make outs and whatnot, I take her hand and leave the club. We go around the corner where no one can see us and I'm using the push pull method. You know the one where you kiss, break off, neg her a bit and whatnot.

She asks me how old I am. I say 20. She's like, "You're such a baby." I'm like, "Thanks grandma." She tells me she's 35 and she's married. She's leaving town the next morning and can't sleep at my place because of what her friends might say.

I tell her, "Give me your number and next week I'll make you feel like a woman." (she lives 2.5 hours away by car.) Make out some more and I almost fucked her in the alley.

Basically I had a fucking blast and this morning she texted me, "I'm thinking about you."

Im on cloud 9, this shit is fun, I had fun, life is awesome.