Summary

HB9 tries to get a free drink and attention from me. I tell her exactly how it is.

Body

Last Friday night. My mates and I are in a pretty cool bar in the city. I go to the bathroom and when I come back I notice that my housemate(we shall call him Tom) is chatting up some chick. Her mate is standing there also, trying to get involved in the conversation. Being a good roommate(and wingman) I decide to go chat her up to get the extra weight off Toms’s case. As I approach I quickly notice that she is a HB9. I dont see too many of them. She’s an absolute stunner. I think Tom must have picked the other chick as she was an easier target.

Regardless of the fact that she is probably WAAAAYYY out of my league, I soldier on. I could use the practice. I introduce myself and hear her accent. Welsh. But this chick was tight. The tits. The body. The dress that left little to the imagination. She had it. And she knew she had it. Anywho, we chat for 10-15 mins. She subtly drops in that she travelled here with her bf. No worries, Im only chatting to help Tom out. Also, its her first night out in my city. Only been in the country a few weeks. My mates and I are all making a move to another cool bar down the street so we tell the girls maybe we will see them there later.

Sure enough, we happen to see the girls in bar #2 about 45 minutes later. Im chatting up some other chick but I see Tom get HB9's friend on her own. Things seem to go well(Im pretty sure he got her number). Later in the night HB9 walks up to me and here's how the conversation pans out:

HB9: Hey how are you?

C: Hey, yeah good. Are you enjoying your first night in the city?

HB9: Yeah its good, but Im not getting as much attention as I thought I would. Nobody has even bought me a drink yet……

(Ive seen this before. My blood begins to simmer)

C: Oh really? But, wait, didn’t you say that you have a boyfriend?

HB9: Well, yeah but what difference does that make? I still like to get attention

(blood has now reached boiling point)

C: I see whats happened here. In Swansea, you would probably be the hottest woman in the bar. Here, that’s far from the truth. This country is going to be good for you, it will take you down a peg or two.

HB9: EXCUSE ME?! YOU CAN GO FUCK YOURSELF! HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO ME. I FEEL SORRY FOR YOU, YOU KNOW THAT?

C: Don’t feel sorry for me, feel sorry for your boyfriend. Goodbye.

Exit stage left.

Lessons Learned

Here are some of my take-aways from this encounter. Please add to/critique this list where necessary:

  • Women with high opinions of themselves are dangerous. She knew she was a HB9, and felt entitled because of that. She believed she deserved attention and free drinks all because she had a good body, big tits and a skimpy dress. This has surely stemmed from all the orbiters she has willing to wait on her hand and foot.

  • No matter how much of a loving relationship you think you have with your significant other, hypergamy rules all. She will seek attention from other males until she finds one that's more of a Chad than you. Guess what happens then?