A molotov soaked over my head and erupted into flames in between two police officers.

One jumped to his right, while the other spun around as the flame danced on his pant leg.

The crowd cheered and marched forward, pushing the police line back.

Among the chorus of voices one stood out. A siren sang soothingly, "Fuck the police!" I scanned the mob and soon I spotted her - a young mulatto with a wild pom tree of brown hair resting on her head. While her face wasnt anything to fawn over, the curves on her petite slender body had my heart thumping harder than the violence before me. As far as I could tell, she was alone - no friends or clique to speak of. A perfect approach waiting to happen.

I had been practicing my classical "Roosh V Day Game" approach, but in case you hadn't read the book it's an innocuous opener followed by dropping bait about my lifestyle to gauge a womans interest.

After deciding on an opening sentence, I took a step forward in her direction.

"Hey, did you just come from the White House?"

I looked to my side and saw a black haired beauty, and that hair perfectly contrasted her snow white skin. Her blue eyes glistened under the spot light, and she carried more meat on her bones than my earlier amor. While her breasts weren't big, and I couldn't see the lower half of her face as it was hidden by a surgical mask, I could still appreciate the juiciness of her thighs, and the width of her hips, held snugly by a pair of black leggings. Whoever invented leggings, I sincerely appreciate you.

"Yeah I did," I started, "but I saw on the news that a new group was forming on 18th street infront of the Park, so I had to check it out." I went from a three word response kinda guy to a full on rambler thanks to Roosh, and it's worked wonders. (That's actually the name of the technique, rambling!)

"Oh I see," she replied, "what was it like over there?"

"Almost identical to this right here, except instead of a firebomb it was a dumpster fire. The crowd started dispersing over there because the police started clashing with the protesters, so I decided to head over here." I haven't learned to speak with a straight face yet, I smile all the time, but thankfully my balaclava covered the entirety of my face minus the eyes.

"Oh wow, see I just got here with some friends, it's really crazy." I hadn't noticed before, but she was a few steps closer to me.

I took 2 steps closer to her. We were practically face to face now (well, mask to mask). "Its hard to hear you over all the yelling!" I shouted. Plausible deniability. Always take control and give her reasons to accept your lead. In this case, trying to hear over the noise was a perfect reason for me to be this close to a strange woman.

"I said I just got here with some friends!" She yelled back.

"Oh. Okay!" This isn't something Roosh teaches in his methods, but I like to let silence fill the air every once and a while. Ideally the girl will fill the silence by saying something - I've learned it's a great way to gauge their interest in you and investment of the conversation.

"...So is that?"

Bingo.

Wait a minute. Awh shit. Shes pointing at the molotov I had in my hand, wrapped up in an opaque brown bag.

"Oh, it's..." my voice trails off, but thankfully this girl was eager.

"Is it booze? Can I have some?" She asks with minute enthusiasm.

"You know better than that girl. Corona virus!" Whew.

She laughed. The wind was making a mess of her raven tinted hair, but she still tried to tuck it behind her small ears. "True true, you right." She said. "I just really wish I had some alcohol right now."

She's giving me the green light. "Well I've got some beer in my car, let's go share some and come back before it gets good."

"Oh I cant just leave my friends, it's okay," she says while maintaining eye contact with me.

In my younger years I would have chalked this one up as a "nice try," but thanks to the RedPill I know all about last minute resistance and anti slut defense.

"It's a short walk - it'll only take 2 minutes." Thank you to my Sales Company for the false time constraint idea.

"Uhh... what brand is it?" She asked as she took a step back.

"It's something you've gotta see for yourself," I replied quickly.

"Okay," she said and took another step forward.

"Great, my car's not far from here." I turned away from the angry rumble and towards the desolate street and started walking. She caught up and was at my side. "What's your name by the way?" She asked.

"I'm AFTSOV," I replied. "And you?"

"My name is Roxi," she said as she folded her arms over her chest. She was only wearing a t shirt and leggings on this windy spring night.

"Are you cold?" I said as I wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Yeah, yeah, call me a fag for not going for her waist, but I find that's moving too quickly. The shoulder gives me opportunity to try again, whereas rushing it tends to blow the fish out of water.

To my delight, she eased into my embrace.

"You should have brought more than a tshirt. You were prepared with the mask, but nothing for the cold!"

She laughed.

We sat ontop of my car truck together. She took another sip from her second bottle. She wiped her mouth, a pair of small, rose colored lips and then abruptly said this to me: "So what do you look like? I wanna see your face."

People love calling me a mole rat looking ass dude, but I actually think I'm kind of cute. Despite how I feel about myself, one shouldnt give a woman what they ask for immediately. Let her work for it a little.

"How do I know you're not a cop? I wanna remain anonymous." I said with a deadpan tone.

She blew air out her nose, smacked her lips, then raised the beer in her hand. "Do you really think a cop would be drinking booze with a guy in the back of his car while there's a riot going on?"

I laughed, "fair point."

"Dont be shy," she said as she used her free hand to touch my thigh for a brief moment. She took another sip and I realized we had spent about a half hour together in my car.

"Alright," I said. I turned my head to face away from her and removed my balaclava. My long fuck boyish hair needed little styling - a quick twist of my head and a hand run through it and it was right in place. I turned to face her.

She went from an expectant grin to letting a few teeth show from beneath a shy smile.

"Well was I what you were expecting?" I asked as I smiled back.

She put the beer down. Our eyes were locked. I looked at her lips. She looked at mine. "Kinda," she said.

I put a hand on her thigh, then leaned closer to her. Our lips met with passion. My hand moved from her thigh to her face. She pulled back and we looked at eachother for a moment before I looked down at my feet.

"Damn," I muttered.

"What?" She asked impatiently.

"My girlfriends gonna be pissed," I said.

"What?! You have a fucking girlfriend?" She hoped off the truck and put her hands on her hips.

"No haha relax..." I said as I looked back up at her.

She folded her arms. "So you dont have a girlfriend?"

"No. I have three."

She came closer and smacked my arm, saying "oh my god shut up!" Iron rule of Tomassi - never reveal your notches.

I laughed. At least she was a good kisser. As she stood infront of me she reached into her pocket and pulled out my phone.

"Oh my god," she thought aloud. A few quick motions from her hand and she put the phone up to her ear.

"Hello? Yeah I'm - No. No. Listen I'll be there soon. I just..." as she talked to whomever, I looked up to the skyline and watched smoke rise to the air. I could hear screams ranging from "Black Lives Matter," to "Fuck Twelve!" Squad car after squad car zoomed past us with reckless abandon.

"Hey, this was nice, but I really have to go now." She looked a little sad.

"That's fine. Going back to the protest?" I asked with curiosity.

"No. My friends wanna head back to (insert city here), we drove like an hour to get here." She responded.

"I see, you want me to drive you to your friends, so you get there safely?" I asked.

"I'd appreciate that." She said before finishing the beer in her hand.

"Alright, hop in." We both jumped into my car and with her directions we got to where her friends were.

"So what are you going to do?" She asked as she stroked my hand.

"Oh, I'm heading back to the action." I said as I weaved around road blocks. I snagged her number before she left, and she waved goodbye.

I wonder what happened to that mulatto chick? I find somewhere to park and head towards the chaos.

Lemme know if you wanna read part two of this adventure, where I observe a natural effortlessly pick up a chick, and an alpha bro try to teach his beta male companion about aggression, and deciding whether a woman is worth your time.

I guess this just goes to show that even if the world is burning down all around you, girls still just wanna meet a man and lose themselves.