Not sure how i ended up being the de facto FR topic guy, but since noone else seems to open them any more i shall gladly take on that mantle.

This weekend was a strange one, plates re-appearing from long ago to cause drama and a night where there was infinite promise and yet almost zero return.

Friday:

Some degree of IOI from a few lasses but nothing major happened until i got a warning from one of my bros who works the door "Dude, that bitch you were fucking a few months back is in" "Which one" "The one who caused the trouble"

Some of you may remember a girl who was (Or rather I perceived her at the time to be) way out of my league who managed to shatter my frame with jealousy twice before i finally dropped her ass? Her.

In she walks, and i do notice its her but i dont look at her, just keep working, smiling at others, greeting regulars and friends etc. Tonight something was working for me in a social sense, everyone wanted to come and have a chat, shake my hand, lot of male bonding. 5 Minutes pass in which i can feel her eyes burning a hole in the side of my head but i do not crack. Over she walks, asks for a shoutout for her friend whos birthday it was. I say sure, smile and get back to work. She looks confused but goes away. Starts dancing. 10 minutes later i'm in the middle of opening some girl, i forget much about her, and over she storms:

Her: So thats it, you're not talking to me Me: We're talking right now, whats your problem? Her: You know what i mean you've been ignoring me all night. Me: You have made no attempt to talk to me, you asked me for something, i gave it to you. What exactly do you fucking want?

She starts going on and on about the issue that had caused me to drop her ass, that her ex came back on the scene and i told her straight that i was leaving because i knew she'd have his dick in her inside of 10 minutes. She starts in with "Nothing happened that night" etc etc. My response was simple and fair but it set her thermonuclear

Me: "Thats very nice <Insert name here> but i think you seem to be forgetting that we havent spoken in about 3 months. The time for you to justify what you did, or didnt do with him has passed. That ship has sailed and you have told me you wanted nothing more from me. So what the fuck are you even telling me this for now, why stir up this shit?"

Her: "Fine you've clearly made your mind up about me, fuck you" storms off.

We later exchange texts because im genuinely curious as to what her boggle is. Turns out she is fishing for a relationship because she "didnt realise what she had right in front of her with me" and will "never forgive herself for how she treated me" I friendzone her. She later confesses that while she didnt fuck him that night. She did let him pump and dump her for the next few weeks because she was "In a bad place", my response was "You were in a bad place because like all women you let your gina tingles rule your head, i hope he was worth it because you blew your shot with a 10x better man for those few weeks of soulless humping, and he has since moved on to significantly greener pastures. I truly pity whoever you end up with, its going to be epic" She hasnt spoken to me since.

Saturday: The night of infinite promise

On this glorious night, your humble narrator could do no wrong in terms of passive game. I was getting IOI from all directions, it seemed like pretty much everything with a vagina in that place wanted me. And yet i managed to close nothing. Exceptional ability to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. But the most exceptional of these involved a group of 4 beauty therapists on their xmas night out.

1 of the 4 plays no part in the story, the other 3 however took the best of my game, but rocked my composure so badly that i managed to fuck it up.

The main target out of the 3 was a girl called Shannon, i'd seen her way across the room when i was assessing the nights talent with the lads. Imagine Tifa Lockhart with smaller jugs and you're on the right lines to her look and outfit. Stunning, and as dirty as fuck on the dance floor. Her and her arguably hotter but not my type friend (Shanice or something, similar to shannon but i coudlnt remember the end part) come over for a chat.

Shannon appears to be attempting to game me, telling me i have beautiful eyes, and intimating that she knows me very well but that i dont know her. I question this "You used to be really big, and you've lost fucktons of weight and been hitting the gym hard, and its working" i say yeah pretty much everyone in here knows that. She says "And you're wearing contacts which you totally suit, but thats not your natural eye colour". So she doesnt know me that well, i am wearing contacts, but it is my natural colour, i go from blue to electric blue. She thought i had brown eyes, then guessed green. She's bluffing, trying to create a raport. When she leaves her friend sticks behind. I ask what her deal is "Oh dont worry about her, she just likes to show off, likes to be the big deal" These two have major latent jealousy going on.

Anyway they both dance a little more, and over they come again. I overhear before i actually get near Shannon say to the other in a firm tone "No, seriously, no. We're both taken" This time they're both throwing compliment after compliment about my looks. Next thing i know the tall one is trying to kiss my target. I was a little taken aback but didnt show. She resisted the first time but not the second. I'm looking on confused but not entirely unaroused. Tall girl looks at me "How do you feel about 3 ways?". I genuinely had no idea how the fuck to react to that, i genuinely got a knot in my stomach but i maintained. Its got the obvious hallmarks of a prank, and yet somehow theres something very serious here. I respond "With you, i'd feel pretty good about it actually" i see her shoot my target a glance. She's responding "Seriously, i said no, we're taken" Its at that point i realise this isnt a joke they're deadly serious. One is offering resistance, its not a joke they're playing on me, the tall one is legit up for this. They argue about it for a while, in that playful way that girls do when they're trying to justify to themselves doing something they knew they shouldnt. It was like i was a slice of chocolate cake at a deli. The 3rd friend comes over for a shoutout from Mona to all the "Aruba girls" (Who these 4 are apparently) I ask "Are you a mona then?" "Oh yeah" "I bet you are", off i go.

In the end it didnt happen, the tall one ended up getting her jollies elsewhere and paying the price, chasing some guy out of the bar begging him not to tell her boyfriend whatever he had seen (Not sure what it was but we can guess) and i ended up making out with the target but getting nothing more because she "finds me incredibly attractive, and really wants this" but that she knew how blessed she was with her boyfriend, and her stepson, and that this would be a huge mistake because it would eat her up inside.

I actually congratulated her for her self control, ignoring for the sake of manners that her tongue had been down my throat only moments before.

In retrospect i shouldnt have gotten too focused on these girls, they were two of about 10 high level girls i could have had that night if i'd tried. That isnt me being big headed, my game sucks and my look is a work in progress. But some nights your blessed, and this was my night. Its just a shame i let myself get too sidetracked by one target to play the odds.