Got invited by a FWB (hereforth to be refered to as Betty) to a pool party up in another city. Once we got there, she is running off and chatting up all her friends which are damn near every dude there. I take this as license to run game on any and all healthy females of breeding age (this results in a handjob a few days later but that is a different story). I open up one such girl at the bar with "what'cha drinking?". She responds with some nonsense and eventually suggests I tell her friend (hereforth to be refered to as Ariel) that she has a nice ass. I do. Ariel flirts awhile before running off. I continue paying tribute to Dionysus and Aphrodite with other girls. Eventually I bump into Ariel again, spit some nonsense (for those of you wondering what exactly I said, I dont remember and it doesn't matter), and suggest we dance.

I cant dance to save my life. She tells me as much. I tell her that "a simple man like me only understands two things: chokin' fools and bangin' babes" (I play a little Jiujitsu). She gives me the smile (y'all know what smile im talking about) and continues to grind against me.

Party is winding down, and she tells me that her and her friends are going somewhere to eat and invites me along. I tell Betty that i'm going with them and that I will see her at the after party at another club. Betty is a little distressed and perhaps jealous but kisses me goodbye and sends me on my way.

Ariel has her hands down my pants on the way to the restaurant. Things look like they are going to go my way. We get out of the taxi and walk towards the retraunt and on the way, Arel mentions she lives nearby. I squeeze her hand (it't too dark to see me wink) "really?". "I have roomates" she replies. Things don't look like theyre going to go my way.

We get to the resteraunt and order food. There arent enough chairs so I let Ariel sit on my lap. I sneak my hand up her shirt subtly and am delighted to find she isn't wearing a bra. When I excuse myself to the men's room and return, she wont get up so i sit on her lap. Her friend says that we are really cute together and that we are "developing". I ask her what we should name our first child.

We finsih up and get into the taxi to go to the after party. I'm finger banging her the entire way over. Someone in our group is VIP or something because everyone, including me, gets in free. I excuse myself to the men's room again when inspiration strikes. I scout out a good place in some bushes behind the bathrooms then go back to the club. "follow me" I say and take her by the hand. Outside the club she asks "where are we going". "You'll see".

We get to the spot, she knows EXACTLY whats about to go down, and she is very into it. If you've read up to this point, you probably have a pretty good idea of what happens next, and if you don't then you'll understand when you're a little older.

I hang out with her a little more after that, but ultimately leave the club with Betty who's decided to sneak me into the place her friend lent her to crash. We have the whole place to ourselves so we go two rounds in the sheets before passing out.

Alright, players. Here's the takeaway:

I got next to zero "social proof" from Betty because we were barely seen together and she was chatting up a bunch of dudes anyways. BUT Betty initially didn't have a place for me to crash before we arrived. Her later deciding to sneak me into her friends place for a romp in the sheets was likely prompted by competitive jealousy.

I'm not only above-average looking, but i'm very exotic where I live. The biggest thing holding me back has been hesitation until the day that I realized "how are you?" is a perfectly acceptable opener. Nothing fancy. Nothing sneaky. Just [Hello. I'm a cool, friendly guy and I want to meet you]. Doubly so in a situation where alcohol is involved.

You don't have to be good at dancing. It is just an excuse to touch and possibly dry-hump each other.

Everyone says lines don't work, and that is true if they aren't unique to you. I've got a utility belt of lines like the "a simple man like me only understands two things...." I mentioned earlier. This particular line shows confidence, passes her "you are a terrible dancer" shit test, and usually makes her laugh.

Escalate! Taxi's are a great place to do this.

Don't accept having no place to bang as a reason not to bang. You don't have a place, you MAKE a place. Don't have a hotel, take her to the bushes.

End FR.