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Went out last Friday night (the one before this one) after returning home after Thanksgiving, which was pretty shitty because my parents and I just don't really get along that well all that much. Hit up a few bars and it seemed fairly active in the city so I decided to try my luck. I didn’t really approach but as I was getting a drink, some short Hispanic girl with a cute face was sitting near me. I was chatting with the bartender and the girl somewhat cut into the convo.
Friends with the bartender but didn't know girl, didn't even bother to talk to her all that much.
I don’t even remember most of what we talked about but the girl was getting close to me, since it's been a while I don't really remember the whole convo. She got flirty for sure and we chatted, then she came near me and her hand touched mines. She got excited at one point and started feeling my biceps, I was thinking at that point, why not? Easy lay right there right?
Then at some point in the conversation, we start observing people at the bar, making comments to each other about it, and then I saw her. Almost pink skinned blonde with a face that made her look like Anna Nicole Smith, all alone, and I had to go up to her before someone else did. For a while it seemed too late, some dude in a suit went up to her and she just ignored him lol. The latina said something along the lines of "that's just how they are, stuck up". To put it in context, this wasn't a latina right out of Latin America but more so one born and raised in NYC.
Me and the latina had a laugh over it but I had to find an excuse to go approach the blonde so I tell the latina I’ve have to go to the restroom. I actually go to the restroom, kinda did have to piss, and then I come out to find the blonde all alone, gotta come up with something. But really, looking back, what was I thinking.
I remember reading a post by Alek on this site about hovering around a girl and then making a comment so I said fuck it and did just that.
Now things get awkward, before I could really explain much to the blonde, the Hispanic girl I was talking to comes over and starts getting involved in the conversation and she doesn’t seem happy. I try to pretend like she isn’t really there but then she intervenes and lets me know I should not have abandoned her.
Don’t remember the rest of it but the Latina is practically grilling me before she leaves after a few minutes, she was pissed. I end up talking to the blonde a bit more. We talk a bit about the girl, I tell her about what had happened, how I met her. Surprised that the blonde was so cool about it.
So after that, it’s late into the night, I get her number, and convince her to go to another bar with me. She ended up going, we talked and chatted a bit more, I felt a bit tired so I tried to get a bit more aggressive. Tried to go for a kiss, she didn’t resist, got the makeout at the bar.
Night is about to end, try to get her to come home with me, do my usual routine of just leading her and not actually telling her where we are heading but she doesn’t follow. Tells me she just met me, I am like okay, go home alone that Friday night. I didn't really try to talk her to coming back home with me, not used to that sort of LMR or what to do in that situation. It's like I thought the makeout was going to lead to a great night but it didn't, she didn't wanna come back with me.
I still haven’t texted her but I know the number was valid because when she gave me the number at the bar, I texted her and the text showed up on her phone.
Didn’t do shit at all this weekend because I was so fucking exhausted, work has been hell and I've had to work longer than usual. Spent Saturday binge watching TV and eating pizza while playing some videogames and then went out with a couple of friends last night just to get hammered. Woke up Sunday and just spent time planning out the week.
Friends with the bartender but didn't know girl, didn't even bother to talk to her all that much.
I don’t even remember most of what we talked about but the girl was getting close to me, since it's been a while I don't really remember the whole convo. She got flirty for sure and we chatted, then she came near me and her hand touched mines. She got excited at one point and started feeling my biceps, I was thinking at that point, why not? Easy lay right there right?
Then at some point in the conversation, we start observing people at the bar, making comments to each other about it, and then I saw her. Almost pink skinned blonde with a face that made her look like Anna Nicole Smith, all alone, and I had to go up to her before someone else did. For a while it seemed too late, some dude in a suit went up to her and she just ignored him lol. The latina said something along the lines of "that's just how they are, stuck up". To put it in context, this wasn't a latina right out of Latin America but more so one born and raised in NYC.
Me and the latina had a laugh over it but I had to find an excuse to go approach the blonde so I tell the latina I’ve have to go to the restroom. I actually go to the restroom, kinda did have to piss, and then I come out to find the blonde all alone, gotta come up with something. But really, looking back, what was I thinking.
I remember reading a post by Alek on this site about hovering around a girl and then making a comment so I said fuck it and did just that.
Now things get awkward, before I could really explain much to the blonde, the Hispanic girl I was talking to comes over and starts getting involved in the conversation and she doesn’t seem happy. I try to pretend like she isn’t really there but then she intervenes and lets me know I should not have abandoned her.
Don’t remember the rest of it but the Latina is practically grilling me before she leaves after a few minutes, she was pissed. I end up talking to the blonde a bit more. We talk a bit about the girl, I tell her about what had happened, how I met her. Surprised that the blonde was so cool about it.
So after that, it’s late into the night, I get her number, and convince her to go to another bar with me. She ended up going, we talked and chatted a bit more, I felt a bit tired so I tried to get a bit more aggressive. Tried to go for a kiss, she didn’t resist, got the makeout at the bar.
Night is about to end, try to get her to come home with me, do my usual routine of just leading her and not actually telling her where we are heading but she doesn’t follow. Tells me she just met me, I am like okay, go home alone that Friday night. I didn't really try to talk her to coming back home with me, not used to that sort of LMR or what to do in that situation. It's like I thought the makeout was going to lead to a great night but it didn't, she didn't wanna come back with me.
I still haven’t texted her but I know the number was valid because when she gave me the number at the bar, I texted her and the text showed up on her phone.
Didn’t do shit at all this weekend because I was so fucking exhausted, work has been hell and I've had to work longer than usual. Spent Saturday binge watching TV and eating pizza while playing some videogames and then went out with a couple of friends last night just to get hammered. Woke up Sunday and just spent time planning out the week.
