The title does not make justice to the story, but is a nice TL;DR version.

Yesterday wanted to try my luck in a night club with a friend, who just took too long to show up. My plan B was this girl I met as a friend of a Tinder date. My date was a 6, she was an 8. Do the maths.

Upped Plan B, met her and a friend (not my previous Tinder date), who was a 5, but pretty friendly girl overall. We chatted a bit in a bar then went to a different club.

Long story short, my backup plan girl got separated from her friend, and wouldn't shut up the entire night. She would talk for hours about her life, dingling about how everything in her life is like this, like that, I had depression, went to Africa to help children, yadda yadda. Thankfully, at least she was polite enough to let others talk, which made it slightly less annoying.

So her friend suddenly dissappears, she then finds out by chatting with her for a minute in Whatsapp she found her ex-boyfriend in the club (not my date, her friend). Perfect opportunity for me to strike.

We then started to talk again for several minutes, then I went for the kill. She pushed me off slightly, then asked in a semi-loud voice: "What are you doing? Did you try to kiss me?". My comeback was perhaps too perfect for the occasion: "Yeah I did, you just wouldn't shut up". She looked at me with this interrogation mark face, for the first time in 4 hours being silent for a few seconds to process her thoughts before speaking again.

I just broke this bitch's hamster. Instead of backing away like a wuss and insist, it was my way of saying: if you ignore me, that's awesome, you get to finally shut the fuck up; if you don't, we kiss and you get to use your mouth for something useful for a change.

She got my message. Then looked at me back, and started talking again about whatever we were talking. Well, back on that situation, my brain was screaming to me: "You fucktard, now she gets to talk again and again, and you missed your chance, let's fucking leave".

I said I wanted to dance. We went to the dance floor. Rock music was playing, perhaps the best I've ever heard in a few months. The DJ should have known I could use some soundporn for a while.

She went right behind me. Then danced for a minute with me. Then she kissed me.

We danced for several minutes. It was already next to 5am. The club was starting to close twenty minutes from then. We paid our bills. Drove her home, since it was on my way to mine, then when we were chatting, I kind of let a joke slip on how she was too slow to make the right decision. She then told me this, and it's forever going to stick in my mind:

"You just looked so sure of what you were saying, and I indeed talk too much myself."

Couldn't arrange for a fuck, so that's a negative for me. And I could've just tell her indirectly that she had a huge tongue, but then things would be too easy.

Yes, I'm definately sticking my dick on this crazy.