Monday field reports

_whistler · 2013-12-16T16:35:44+00:00

I have one this week, just happened a bit ago.

Had my regular girl over last night. This morning I made bacon & eggs for breakfast, my norm for when she's over and I'm off work. She was a bit distant, seemed stuck in a gloomy otherworld, didn't thank me for the breakfast which she always does. So a little while later as I was cleaning up the kitchen, I called her out on it. I kept my tone steady and firm, no-bullshit-tolerated; maintaining my Captain frame.

_whistler: So why are you being grumpy this morning?

girl: How could you tell I'm grumpy?

_whistler: Ha, please. Out with it.

girl: Can I finish getting dressed first?

_whistler: Nope.

girl: ... I'm just waiting for you to leave me, because I can never keep a guy around for more than six months and we've been seeing each other for about six months and I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop and you to get tired of me.

Now, I take into account that her period started about a week early last night (to our respective chagrin, given the expectation of sexytimes), so there may be some hormonally-inspired freakery involved in this particular shit test. Brought her into my frame accordingly.

_whistler: Let me tell you how that's going to happen. You know what a self-fulfilling prophecy is? You mope around and concentrate on feeling sorry for yourself instead of making sure you're pleasant to be around, and your fear is a lot more likely to come true.

girl: ... I know...

_whistler: There's no magical property that makes you a girl I want to spend time with anymore than any other girl. It's about who you are, and who you choose to make yourself.

girl: [nods, grins] ...and maybe the red hair...

_whistler: haha, yeah the red hair might help a bit. Now get out of my kitchen and go get dressed. [swat her on the ass as she giggles and runs away]

Didn't go all Beta-reassurance mode, still got her out of the hormonal doldrums quickly and easily. Reminded her that her behavior and how she feels is her responsibility to control, and our relationship depends on her ability to keep being a girl I want around.

ButterMyBiscuit · 2013-12-16T16:02:48+00:00

Ignored girl, got drunk and played with her roommate's dog for over an hour. Kissed her under a mistletoe before leaving. Left the party early to go to a different party. She messaged me on facebook asking me out.

Dog game can't be beat. Plus I legitimately love playing with dogs way more than I could ever enjoy conversation with a girl. Win-win.

IPlayUkulele · 2013-12-16T16:50:11+00:00

My girlfriend and I broke up last week. We both knew it was coming, and I wanted it to be over before the holidays. I wasn't sure if I still had any kind of game, but then this happened.

A few days before we had ended it, I met a chick through a friend that I had hit it off with pretty well. We were both still in relationships at the time, so I didn't do much about it. Turns out she broke with her boyfriend two days before I ended mine. As soon as I heard this, I sent her a message on FB. Quickly bounced it to texting and set up a lunch date the next day.

After building attraction for a couple hours, I ended the date and we went our separate ways. Invited her over that night for a movie. When she came over, we didn't watch the movie. It was like following a script.

Moral of the story: the system works. Now I'm on winter break from Uni, which means three weeks of hitting up old flings and meeting new ones in the hometown. Wish me luck.

whiskey_bearfist · 2013-12-16T13:32:21+00:00

Mixed bag this week, but not entirely fruitless, and some odd examples of unusual female behaviour...

Friday:

Wasnt really too interested in running game as I'd got laid earlier in the day, but i still left with a make out and a number close.

The make out was a pure example of drunk girl + tiny bit of cockiness = desire. She comes over, rather wasted, she has literally nothing interesting to say but she's sticking around anyway. After an awkward silence i step back, look her up and down and nod.

Her: "you look like a right sleaze you know"

Me: "and yet here you still are"

Grabs the back of my neck and sticks her tongue down my throat. Could probably have got more but it wasnt worth it.

Later on a regular comes in, with her friend. To say that her friend likes me would be an understatement, constantly making heart gestures through the window, blowing kisses etc. the friend is... Just about fuckable, if i were really horny. But the regular is all kinds of hot. About 5'8, size 8, long wavy black hair.

She comes over a few times and we have a bit of banter through the night, with them giving a lot of IOI through the window.

About an hour from the end i spot the hot one looking my way from the bar. The bar is a LONG way away but I'm sure its me she's looking at. I hold the stare for about 5 seconds, and then wink, she blows a kiss back. Yeah it was me.

Towards the end of the night i think fuck it, nothing to lose i ain't even horny. I decide to do a dare the doorman had challenged me to earlier.

I call her over:

Me: Who are you going to bug on a night when they close this place down then (its closing in jan)

Her: What you talking about?! What kind of girl do you think i am???

Me: What the fuck are you on about?

Her: I dont just fuck any lad in here you know!!

Me: I said bug you daft cow, B.U.G, bug.

Her: Goes crimson

Her: Eee I'm sorry i thought you said something else

Me: Pervert

Her: Laughs

Me: Your mate fancies me doesnt she?

Her: Looks evasive Yeah, a fair bit

Me: Yeah she's barking up the wrong tree there like

Her: Why??

Me: I dont find her in the least bit attractive. But I'd smash your back doors right in.

Her: Almost chokes on her drink You're very forward arent you?!

Me: Shrugs Shy bairns get no sweets

Her: Haha aye true.

Me: Your number will do for tonight though, I'm tired.

Her: hmm... Alright but I've got a confession to make (I'm expecting boyfriend here)

Me: Shoot

Her: We've met before, i was blonde it was 3 years ago and you asked for my number then... And i gave you a fake one.

Me: Cant remember that, was i not as charming 3 years ago?

Her: You were... But it was complicated at the time (complicated meaning i weighed 6 stone more and had no game or SMV)

Me: So am i getting a real one this time?

She hands me her phone to dial my own number.

So i guess second chances are possible. Sometimes.

EDIT Fake number girl just sent me an underwear shot. Its on like donkey kong. Which coincidently was the T-Shirt i was wearing.

Saturday:

Picked the wrong target, simply put.

2 girls, a 7 and a 6.5. I chose the 7. I chose wrong.

The 7 was ok, ish, but she's got alpha widow written all over her and is playing hard to get, the 6.5 however displayed bro-behaviour ive never seen in a woman before. As soon as she knew i was interested in her friend she began cockblocking every other guy that approached her, she was winging me and she didnt even know my name. It as beautiful. I should have tried to game her but by that stage it was too late. Ended up with nothing really

whiskey_bearfist · 2013-12-16T15:26:14+00:00

first weekend of 2 girls in 2 days.

one was a girl that had friendzoned me years ago. turns out girls like you more when you dont take their shit, ignore them, and just get up and leave the bar when youre bored. ended up driving her home because she was blackout drunk and trying to drive. was just gonna drop her off, but she insisted i stay over.

once in the bedroom, i pretty immediately made some aggressive moves after mostly ignoring her and her attempts to make me jealous all night. had some LMR to break through:

her "quit... stop it!" in that token resistance tone you know the one

me "why"

her "thats slutty"

me "so?"

her laughing

me resume rubbing her

her <remove clothes and grants full bodily access>

fun fun

this girl plays games constantly. the morning after she was reading cosmo tweets in bed about "how you should feel if you are in a morning after scenario right now." i laughed.

she was going to snapchat a pic of us to a friend but didnt want anyone to think we were sleeping together.

luckily i brought my #2 pencil for this shit test scan tron and i said "we definitely aren't sleeping together." i then went on to encourage her to find a good guy to take care of her... while massaging her clit.

second girl. was at a house party, had seeded this girl for the past few weeks. shes a hippy girl, but cute lil redhead. party begins winding down, about 10 drunks left awake. compete for 3 bedrooms and 3 couches. i score a bed, she asks if she can join me "for warmth". my warmth services are available. snuggle. hmm i know how to increase warmth! start feeling her up. shes responding nicely. that little involuntary noise a girl makes when she likes what is happening to her.. i like it.

lessons:

girls that have friendzoned you in the past should be treated like any other girls you meet. you may still have a shot at it.

sowing the seeds of sexiness goes a long way with some girls and can do a lot of the mental justification work for you. its like feeding the hamster a special snack that has it tripping on your sex appeal.

last minute resistance is a girls way of not feeling slutty. do your part by accepting full blame for the slutty scenario youve found yourselves in. let her think she is a virgin if she wants. who cares. she can only resist pussy tingles for so long. jump a couple hurdles and dip in.

Peteriscoo69 · 2013-12-16T18:58:25+00:00

My run in with 2 post walls:

I step out of the bar for a cigarette and am blindsided by two women, a blonde and brunette, in their late thirties, early-fourties who put me on the spot when the blonde asked "would you have sex with her" obviously trying to prove a point that her friend could still bag a one night stand, or that she wasn't too old to be sexually promiscuous, or I don't know what ever.

I'm 22 and have no interest in this women. There's a reason she's 40 and single and there are plenty of girls my own age at the bar. So I tell her "I think we're shopping in two different grocery stores" which she interpreted as/responded by saying "Is you're 21 year old punk ass is saying I'm out of your league?!" I hit her back with "Lady, we're not even playing the same sport. How seriously would you take me if I was dating a highschool girl?"

They proceed to tell the whole bar that I'm a dick. Whatever, I didn't really care. They'd hit the wall a long time ago, I didn't know what they expected to hear out of me. Maybe they thought I was some young chump that would validate this old lady and, I don't know, give her the confidence she needs to hop back on the carousel.

sadshark · 2013-12-16T20:34:21+00:00

Broke up with GF of 5 years, 7 days ago.

Went out on Saturday to see if I still have some game left. Kissed 3 girls, got 4 numbers (kissed girls +1), almost got my ass kicked by one of the girls' boyfriends. Good night and happy times.

Now I don't feel like setting up dates with any of the mentioned girls, too much effort and not in the 'mood'. I may invite one of them (9/10) in the weekend for another night of clubbing and this time ISOLATE her and get my dick wet.

Kaquin · 2013-12-16T23:26:19+00:00

Just happened an hour ago.

Accidentally stepped on a girl's shoe while getting on a bus. Her friends demanded that I say sorry, instead I said, with a big smile on my face, "Your welcome." Her fat friend starts running her mouth about how much of an asshole I am and how I should go back to my own country. With that remark they piss off some of the people sitting next to them and starts blaming me for their actions.

I smile and wave at them.

Eventually the girl I stepped on comes over, sits across from me, and steps on my shoe, which were some worn down dirty pair of Chuck Taylor's I use for working out, I shrug my shoulders and smile at her and she does the same thing.

Now her fat loudmouth friend comes along and stomps on my foot and then walks away to the other side of the bus and begins running her mouth again.

Friend: How you like that? Having yo shoes getting stepped on?

Me (still smiling): Do that again.

Friend: The fuck you gonna do?

Seeing how she's not gonna come over I motion to the girl I stepped on to step on my shoes again. She does it excitedly.

Me: Your friend just stepped on my shoes like 10 times, and you won't do it again?

I turn to shoe girl, smile, shrug my shoulders, and shake my head at how stupid her friend is.

Her friend finally comes over and starts trying to get me to validate to her.

Friend: You some big shot? whatchyou got in yo pockets? An iPhone? You got money on you?

Me: Oh yeah, I do have money! Here you go.

Hands her a nickel.

Friend: The fuck is this? You some broke ass mother fucker? You ain't worth shit.

The bus gets to my stop.

Me: Well this is my stop cya later!

Them: Bye!

Some other people got off and started chatting about what just happened.

Some girl: Can't believe that just happened. Those girls were ridiculous.

Me: Well you know about black girls...

I feel sorry for guys who would've complied with these bitches demands, they would've been walked all over, chewed up and spit out. Instead, I maintained frame and it worked to my favor. Won over the girl I accidentally stepped on and won over the people in the bus.

TLDR: When you step on a girl's shoe say "Your Welcome."

Ritlz · 2013-12-16T18:51:21+00:00

So, I've got some good stuff and some bad stuff (really lol-worthy) to report. The good thing happened on Thursday. I was texting a girl that I dated in my first year of college (so, about three years ago) that I broke up with because she was too indecisive. I text her every now and again for company-purposes, but I figured I'd lay a little text game down to see how receptive she was. Here's the transcript: (posting this from blog to phone, so format will be awful. Will edit when at computer) (warning: long and slow build to action)

Me: Hey Her: Hey Me: How are you Her: I'm pretty damn good thanks =p how about you? Me: Alright. What's got you in such a good mood? Her: I'm sorry you're just alright =/ -hug- I'm just almost maniacally happy right now...I just finished my last assignment for school and so I have a lot of free time now and a month o a break ahead of me => it's really nice Me: Oh, nice! That's awesome. I was pretty happy last night. Broke my personal workout record. Her: Yeah =]..oh =o and what's the new record? That's neat. ^{^} Me: One rep of seventy with eight pound weights on each arm, twenty squats, twenty sit ups, and ten pushups. Her: Wow, that's impressive =] Me: You know it. :) Her: I need to start working out again lol Me: I could use a workout buddy Her: Yeah? I'm up for it =] Me: Cool :) (hour and a half later) Me: So what does your body look like? Her: That's an interesting question..=p Me: Lol. Well? Her: Hmm, flabby. I have very little arm muscles, flab legs, a flabby stomach, all over flabbiness xD Me: I wanted pictures. :) Her: You've seen my body =p Me: Not recently. Her: Well it hasn't changed much! Me: My memory's a little hazy, too. Her: It needs work. Her: Pssh =p there's my body (sends pic in bra and panties) Me: Could use a little toning. :P Her: Hah, yeah..a lot! Me: :) What about the back? Her: I'll show you in a few minutes Me: Such a tease. :P Her: Hmph, I had to shower! That pic I sent was from a few days ago Her: =p kay, taking it now, watch out for my legs and ass... Me: Out of shower pics would be great. :) Her: You =p Me: Well? Her: I can't take the most optimal pictures of my back in the bathroom =p Her: (sends butt pic) Her: But you see how its formed Me: Nice. Not too shabby. Her: Ehh =p thanks Me: Little tightening and you'll be good to go Her: (sends up-close butt pic) Her: Just a little? O.o Her: Sorry, wearing granny panties today... Her: Lol =[ Me: :) Then put something sexy on and show me. Her: =p Me: Go on. I want to see you at your best. Her: Why? (I don't respond, 5 minutes pass) Her: (sends pic in thong) Me: Much better Her: Glad you like them Her: (sends two more pics) Her: So do I have potential to get more fit? =o Me: Of course Her: Good =] Her: Can't wait to see your body Me: You'll have to come over for that. :) Her: >:O you won't show me pictures? No fair Her: =p but yeah, I guess I will, and soon Her: We definitely need to really hang out Her: And I'll be available a lot with no school! =] Me: Sweet, sounds like fun. (Commence a few back-and-forths about when to work out and whose place would be better) Me: If you don't want to work out and just hang, I'm free tonight. Her: =p okay Me: Pick you up at 6:30 Her: Oh! I didn't mean okay, like yes definitely but okay in that I have to think about it. I'm supposed to see [boyfriend's name] tonight since I was working on finals and papers the last few days >< sorry Me: When are you free then? Her: Tomorrow I will be, I hope, could we see each other then? Her: I'm free now but you're probably working (2:21 PM on a Thursday, yeah, I'm working) Me: Tomorrow I'm hanging with X. Saturday or Sunday works. Her: Okay, I'll update you about Saturday or Sunday tomorrow, if my ...(commence rambling about her sister)

So, a somewhat RP dialog resulted in like 5 ass pics and she wants to see my body and hang with me immediately. Wow, completely blown away. She didn't end up texting me Friday but I didn't care that much. No big deal, she's done it before.

Since I gave you the good, time to talk about the bad. This isn't necessarily bad as in me going full BP on someone or wanting to get back with my ex (WHICH I DON'T). This one is about mothers at Christmas-time. I have my full-time job at a respectable company, and a part-time at a mall doing the whole "pictures-with-Santa" thing. I'm not the big guy himself, but an elf helper. We had two people in line today that completely struck out at me, both women. The first one I collected her e-mail like I was supposed to (to get the pictures e-mailed to them in addition to purchasing them) and after I did so, I heard her talking to her family about "snapping a few good ones" while the kids were with Santa. That goes against our policy, so I informed her: "Ma'am, you're allowed to take pictures, but you'll have to be off the set to do so." I was not out of line. That's our rule, taught to every employee and posted on a big huge sign for customers to see. She then turns to me and says: "I was waiting in line for 3 hours. I should be able to take pictures on my camera." Which in fact is a lie. She was not standing there for three hours. We have a virtual queue where you put your name in, go out and shop until you get a text message saying to come back and get in line. She shopped and ate for three hours, while I in fact stood in the same place for SEVEN hours, giving the same repetitive speech, getting paid minimum wage for it, not allowed to move and didn't get a break until six hours in. I told her: "I understand that, but that's the rule. You can't take pictures." She grumbled to herself and walked off. After she had bought her pictures, she tapped me on the shoulder and said, "I'm sorry for the way I acted before." I told her it was alright, and to have a nice day. The second one couldn't get past the e-mail collection bit before going cunt-mode. When someone approaches, I always ask them: "Getting pictures?" I ask because some people don't want pictures, just for their kids to see Santa. She fires back with, "What else are you supposed to do besides get pictures?" Not in the flirtatious kind of way, but y'know...the cunty way. I explained that some people get pictures and some people only come to visit. She turns to her family and says, "Hey guys, apparently we just waited in line for three hours just to visit!" My tolerance had grown thin at this point and my normal pleasant-toned voice got dark and growly. I explained, "No, I was asking if you were getting pictures or just visiting." "Getting pictures." "Okay, I'll need your e-mail to..." (continue blabber) Just going to throw out there that I have NEVER had these kinds of verbal alterations with men. Every upset customer we've had is some entitled princess mother and her husband who won't call her out on her shit. Then again, I was one of those husbands so I can relate. Merry Fucking Christmas, Assholes.

vengefully_yours · 2013-12-16T19:34:26+00:00

I've been playing around online because my texting is too fucking military, so it scares them off. All the young ones text so its a skill I need to brush up on and get right. Practice and test to see what works.

Had one talking for a few days, set up a meet, then her car broke, my truck broke the next day, and the third day she got skurred and used something I have said to fat chicks that like me. "I want to be with this other person and don't feel right about talking to you" which I found hilarious, because it was verbatim what I said twenty years ago in a different state.

Last night I am quite drunk, chilling at home and send a message to a new one on okc. She replies with a shit test about "does that work with all the women?" To which I reply "of course, I am swimming in pussy. Wait, that sounds a bit 'it puts the lotion on its skin' doesn't it?" Bam, she starts blowing up the messages. Today she is hinting at meeting, we'll see.

2013-12-16T18:11:01+00:00

Been lurking the last few days sponging up everything. Every time I read something I flash back to a situation that I beta'd.

Back to present, I'm married (just a year, been together for 4), and the wife shit-tests me constantly (mostly bitching and complaining about crap). For a while it felt like a losing battle. Not this weekend.

So, I took zero shit and picked on her like mad. She called me cocky for the first time in our LTR. Gave her cock. Winning.

Side story. We were at a Christmas party Saturday, and a [f]riend of her's was there. While the wife was mingling, I was talking to this friend and noticed everything I've read so far. She was telling me her plans and all the schooling and degrees she has, but also how she can't keep a bf, and how she always makes bad decisions with her choices of men. She didn't have to tell me all that shit. So it looks like, knowing or not, she was trying to make her value known, but at the same time fishing for beta support like her brain's trying to judge what I am. Lastly, she got blackout drunk and someone had to carry her out. Where's someone to save her? Not here.

drewbaccha · 2013-12-16T18:26:34+00:00

Uneventful weekend for me.

I went to a concert with a gal pal (not exactly a plate since I don't intend to sex her yet. I'm very selective.)

and I rejected some women on a dating site that I use. What was noteworthy was how persistent one of them was. I am a moderate individual, and she was a fundamentalist christian. I told her I wasn't interested, to which she pleaded with me that "she could change"

I really wondered how fucked up she was to have such desperation. Young, 5/10. Didn't seem to be at the wall aside from her looks.

Perhaps my SMV has risen enough to attract that type of person, dunno.

nechoha · 2013-12-16T16:36:03+00:00

Over the weekend, found out a female friend was having issues with her boyfriend. He's always been extremely beta since whole relationship (4 years or so), but they both got what they wanted from the relationship and so it worked. He's moved from Atlanta, GA to Gainesville, FL for school. Since his switch of education he has not invested anytime into her and they've only been arguing. I gave her my opinion of what to do and ended up talking about a lot of RP information with her. She seemed to understand and appreciate the ideas. I dropped her off and she said she'll think about it all.

TLDR: Got a girl to at least question her beliefs and maybe become RP.

insaneyoshi · 2013-12-16T19:41:48+00:00

I have one:

Plate I had some time back but had to faze out gradually (she was getting too attached) asked me what I was up to. Hadn't seen her in months. Told her I was going to a bar with a friend and she was welcome to drop by.

At the bar she shit tests me relentlessly, I didn't cave. She mentioned having someone else she was dating now (mentioned ~3 - 4 times throughout the night), which I ignored.

At one point a drunk friend starts saying annoying things, so she pulls me in for a makeout so the guy shuts up. It works. Later, not wanting to be the cheesy-makeout couple at the bar, I grabbed her by the hand and took her to the parking lot. Pressed her against the car and more kissing/touching ensued.

She mentions wanting to go back home but "is not sure since she knows we'll end up fucking". Didn't say much, but she ejected at the last moment. No prob, shrugged it off and went on my way.

2 days later same thing, she asks what I'm up to. Tell her and after some partying with my friends, more makeouts, etc, she's ready to come home with me. Ejects at the last minute and says "sorry, I promised to be monogamous with this guy" (after making out all night with me, lol). Again, shrug it off and don't let it get to me. Another potential plate that has been showing interest saw me with this one, and commented on it, so it looks like her interest might be rising.

Next day, text from initial plate (Sunday): My lip is sore.

Me: nice

Her: it sure is.

(some time later) Her: I want to go to your place to finish what we started.

Me: cool, I'm there at 7:30.

mauispartan · 2013-12-16T19:59:05+00:00

Pretty normal weekend for me. Ive got alot going on currently, numerous side projects and two jobs, so I dont really have time to spin plates. In addition, But here goes -

Friday - Typical Friday really, head to the bar down the street, sit down and chill with some friends. They leave and I move to the bar itself. Solid 7.5-8 sits down and makes a comment about Kobe Bryant. We start talking and before I know it (without my even trying to game - I wasnt really in the mood) shes touching my arm, leg closest to her. Got her number and have a date set for this Friday. Later on I went to a club downtown and ran into an old friend who remembered me as BP. Danced and had some fun.

Saturday - Nothing really, chilled out at home as I was hungover.

Sunday - Went to roommates family Christmas party. Wasnt really expecting much, and planned on leaving early, until his 2nd cousin walked in (a definite 9 imo). Gave me the details that she was taken. HOWEVER, upon talking to her, found out she was single, and got her number. Im going back to Hawaii for Christmas, and she just so happens to be there during that time period, so we made plans to get lunch/dinner.

Baridi · 2013-12-16T18:21:57+00:00

Nothing during the week to report, I spent most of the week inside, sick. However, on Saturday, freshened up and decided to take a late night out.

This is my first field report, so I'm going to explain a couple things.

A.) I overdress for everything. You go hard or go home, if anything it gives women a reason to come over and question your style. Plus you give out the vibe that you're successful and have little time to walk around looking like a street urchin. Black suit, black tie, scarf and dress shoes. Hair and facial hair that says hair looks too groomed to be homeless, beard too thick to work in fast food or retail.

2.) I don't go to dive bars nor fancy bars. I'm not there to attract cougar sugar mammas, nor am I there to attract white trash. I'm there to attract slutty 18-25 year olds with daddy issues. I go to the club.

Well, I'm sitting there, on my fourth scotch waiting for the wonderful midnight hour. It's that wonderful time of the night when girls no longer have sober friends to talk reason into them. When a group of girls come over and sit down at my table.

One was maybe a 5, not bad looking in the face but not exactly a body that's cared for, chubby on the waist, wearing a shirt way too tight for her body size. Another was a 2. Total hambeast mouth breather. I swear to god, if the music wasn't so loud, you could probably hear her breathing like a chainsaw. I don't know, I was a little impaired at that point. and a 7, good body, slightly rough in the face, with a kinda crooked nose. I don't know, it just didn't sit right on her face.

The 5 yells "BUY US A SHOOOOOT"

"You don't think I'm going to make it that easy, do you?"

Hambeast storms off. I don't know, maybe she was an alchy and needed a fix and she was broke.

I play it like I'm completely disinterested, but still keep it on the hook. I'm just going to say what I remember, because I'm pounding down scotch just to order new ones in front of them. I show interest, but I control the conversation. Moving the conversation toward subjects I want to talk about.

So the 5 asks me to dance. I'm sitting here grinding up on this girl to a Keisha song I don't know the name to, and we go back to the table, the 7's gone. I don't really care, I hadn't been laid in a week so I was dtf this one.

I remember her texting someone but not getting an answer, so I buy her a couple of shots. She's very toasted at this point. She scoots over to my side of the booth, and we start making out, she's furiously going at it.

After a while she suggests we should go back to my place. Fuck that. I don't need skank on my sheets. I suggest her place, coming up with some bullshit reason that my neighbors downstairs freak out about noise, and that she'd be making a lot of noise tonight. The bitch says she lives with her fucking parents.

I had an idea, Since the bathrooms were off to the side, I had her follow me into the men's bathroom, and we ended up fucking on a toilet stall. She gave me her number, but I don't know yet if I'm going to call or not. I don't want to be involved with a girl that requires a motel room.

TL;DR: I banged a drunk skank in a toilet stall at the club.

Title	Monday field reports
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Date	December 16, 2013 1:10 PM UTC (12 years ago)
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