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Last weekend I was at a bar at the Wynn in Vegas with a group of girls from London, just chatting and having fun. All of the girls in the group appeared to have a pretty strong "stick together and let no bloke mess with us" type of mentality, so I forget about trying to peel any of them off and focus on having fun. I soon get accepted into the group, and I decide to congratulate myself with a cup of water.
I go up to the bar and ask for water. One of the girls is sitting on a bar stool to my right, and I see a black purse-looking thing in front of me. I assume it's hers, so I push it toward her to the right.
Him: Ahem, excuse me, that's actually mine
I look to my left and it's some tall, slim dude, dressed really well, looking like Johnny Depp with some real fancy hair.
Me: My bad
Him: Do you like my wallet?
Me: Uh yeah, I thought it was her purse because it was so big
Him: It's a blah blah blah (he tells me the designer or whatever) do you know about them?
Me: Nope
Him: It's very expensive
Me: Yeah, it looks expensive. (I get my water. I decide to ask about him because, meh, what the hell) So what do you do for a living to be able to afford such a fancy wallet?
Him: (Shrugs cooly) I travel (He steps towards me and leans into me)
Me: You travel for a living? Where are you from by the way? You have a pretty cool accent
Him: Mmm...guess
Me: France?
Him: Hah! No, Canada. I'm traveling from Canada, down and across the US in my Ferrari.
Me: That's cool (I was straight up unamused). Ferraris are awesome
Him: (Takes out his Ferrari key. He wasn't bullshitting) This is the key to my Ferrari. It's sitting outside (He leans into me even more. Now his right tit is touching my left shoulder)
Me: Oookaaaay man, that's really awesome (I start to turn away from him and the bar to return to the girls)
Him: Stay. (He puts his hand on my shoulder) Don't talk to them. Talk to me
Me: Sorry man, I like titties.
Wow. That was uncomfortable. I've heard of creepy/lame guys with bad game before, I've seen them in action, I've eavesdropped on guys with bad game at restaurants and stuff, but this was the first time I experienced it first-hand. Wow. I feel pretty bad for bar/club girls now that I know what they go through. Now I know one of the reasons why they can be so bitchy and testy. And damn, I must look good. =p
Well, at least for you, if you're reading this, you're in good hands. GC will help you avoid being one of the creepy/lame guys with bad game.
I go up to the bar and ask for water. One of the girls is sitting on a bar stool to my right, and I see a black purse-looking thing in front of me. I assume it's hers, so I push it toward her to the right.
Him: Ahem, excuse me, that's actually mine
I look to my left and it's some tall, slim dude, dressed really well, looking like Johnny Depp with some real fancy hair.
Me: My bad
Him: Do you like my wallet?
Me: Uh yeah, I thought it was her purse because it was so big
Him: It's a blah blah blah (he tells me the designer or whatever) do you know about them?
Me: Nope
Him: It's very expensive
Me: Yeah, it looks expensive. (I get my water. I decide to ask about him because, meh, what the hell) So what do you do for a living to be able to afford such a fancy wallet?
Him: (Shrugs cooly) I travel (He steps towards me and leans into me)
Me: You travel for a living? Where are you from by the way? You have a pretty cool accent
Him: Mmm...guess
Me: France?
Him: Hah! No, Canada. I'm traveling from Canada, down and across the US in my Ferrari.
Me: That's cool (I was straight up unamused). Ferraris are awesome
Him: (Takes out his Ferrari key. He wasn't bullshitting) This is the key to my Ferrari. It's sitting outside (He leans into me even more. Now his right tit is touching my left shoulder)
Me: Oookaaaay man, that's really awesome (I start to turn away from him and the bar to return to the girls)
Him: Stay. (He puts his hand on my shoulder) Don't talk to them. Talk to me
Me: Sorry man, I like titties.
Wow. That was uncomfortable. I've heard of creepy/lame guys with bad game before, I've seen them in action, I've eavesdropped on guys with bad game at restaurants and stuff, but this was the first time I experienced it first-hand. Wow. I feel pretty bad for bar/club girls now that I know what they go through. Now I know one of the reasons why they can be so bitchy and testy. And damn, I must look good. =p
Well, at least for you, if you're reading this, you're in good hands. GC will help you avoid being one of the creepy/lame guys with bad game.