Summary: I'm new to the city of Atlanta and me being the new guy in town helped me make out with a hot hispanic girl in the bathroom of a hookah bar while her boyfriend didn't suspect a thing.

So, I've pretty much made a nomadic life out of myself ever since I joined the Air Force years ago. Never truly got comfortable in one place for anything longer than a year or two so I've had a lot of experience making the most of a solitary life because well... friends don't just fall into my lap. Recently I got out of the military and took a job offer down in Atlanta about a month ago.

I do a lot by myself still since the guys I work with are all older and/or married. Last night I hit the city and one of my stops was at a hookah bar downtown. I took the last available seat in the bar next to a hispanic party of four; two average dudes, a chunky girl, and a HB8. The guys kind of just kept to themselves and I don't know if they were just on edge because the place was packed with black people, but the girls had no problem opening up to everybody, especially me.

Here's a little background info on me. I'm 5'6", enough muscle mass to occasionally get people to ask if I work out, decent face, and I'm quiet until somebody starts talking to me. Basically, the kind of guy you wouldn't expect to get approached out in public but hey it happens.

So, HB8 and friend start a conversation and we just roll with it. One of the first questions I get asked is "how come you're by yourself"? I find that it's perfectly acceptable to answer with being new in town. It's not really all that expected to have a massive social circle the second you move anywhere, including the big city. We keep talking small talk and do seated dance to whatever hip hop was currently playing. Still, not a peep from the dudes, so when they go downstairs to use the bathroom, HB8 moves in real close and asks me:

HB8: "So do you have a girlfriend?"

Me: "Yep, long distance relationship. She's over in Europe."

HB8 "Me too, but my boyfriend is downstairs."

Me: "The guy sitting next to you?"

HB8: "Yeah."

Not two seconds later, we start kissing each other. It don't last forever since her boyfriend is using the bathroom, so we stop before he gets back up. This girl... this girl was wearing enough lipstick to make a clown jealous and after we're finished making out, where do you think it all wound up? Yeah, all over our faces. HB8's friend notices all the smearing and tells the both of us that we need to clean up. I wipe my face with my hand and all three of us go to the bathroom, passing the two other dudes on the way. To my surprise, neither of them noticed jack shit! Crisis averted. I go in and use the sink and HB8 follows me in. Now this place had two single-user unisex bathrooms, so HB8 and I had the room to ourselves while we made out some more. I was damn sure we were going to fuck right there and then, but she stopped because of her boyfriend. No big whoop, I go to hookah bars to chill, not stir the pot. We trade numbers, get the makeup off our faces, and go back upstairs, once again unnoticed by the two dudes that "hey, HB8 isn't wearing lipstick anymore". Yeah, this girl just sucked my face off in a bathroom and they don't even notice a fucking thing! Hell, not long after we get back, the boyfriend buys a round of shots for our party of five! Seriously... I can't make this shit up! The night ends with her friend giving me a lap dance, the two girls flirting with a table full of black dudes, and everyone going on their merry way.

All of this is probably the most extreme circumstances of what happens on a solo night on the town and I probably couldn't pull it off had I been a resident of Atlanta for longer than a few weeks. Most of the time, my evenings would end with some light kissing and a number exchange, but the point still stands. Being the new meat has an allure to it. It's being the guy that nobody knows but can't help but get to know them because he's just that mysterious and thrilling. For the travelers or for those coming out of monk mode, it's worth your while to give it a whirl and see what kind of results you get. Especially if you actually have game, I'd imagine one could get laid quite a lot like this.

A side note to this: Fuck Tinder. Tinder completely removes any new guy allure you could hope to get when you're out and about. Nobody reads profiles so saying "I just moved here" doesn't really amount to much. Go out and do it the old fashioned way.

Lessons Learned

  • Being the new guy is alluring. If you have everything else about you on lock, you might as well be a pussy magnet.

  • If you take your girl out around new people, fucking keep an eye on her.

  • Don't rush to Tinder to meet singles in your area if you've just moved to a new locale.