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Sat 9/19/15
Pulled a 20yo 5'10" Latina hottie to a sushi bar. Couldn't close the deal tho.
Actually I don't know is this is technically a 'pull' or a 'bounce'...I seem to have misplaced by leather-bound copy of the Oxford Official Dictionary of Pick-Up Terminology, Vol 5...so fuck it...here's what happened.
I was determined to go out tonight, solo if necessary, to begin my fall comeback. I down the last of my Jamesons-on-the-rocks in my kitchen, head out the door and start walking to the strip. Fifteen mins later I'm in Caesar's but it's early and everyone's going in to the club not out so I head across the street to the Linq. I'm not even close to approach mode, being solo and very rusty. A guy from the Vegas 'lair' texts me that he's in the neighborhood so we agree to meet at the main bar @ the Linq.
I'm sitting at the bar losing money at Blackjack but drinking the best Guinness I can ever remember having.
The 'lair' guy, "G", shows up and joins me and we shoot the shit for a bit. He seems cool. It's about 1am so we head back over to Caesars.
G is approaching early & often. I'm really in my head and the alcohol is making me drowsy. I had also worked out about 6pm and normally I never drink on days I lift weights but I just needed to blow off some steam tonight. G has a good vibe though and he brings me into some of his groups, and finally encourages me to do an approach. So I go over to this blonde HB8 standing by herself outside Omnia. She opens and we're talking for a bit but she's waiting for her friend to get her into Omnia. Male friend but she's here in Vegas by herself and comes here often. I don't think she was an escort tho she was a bit coy with some of her answers. Still I ejected from an approach that was going perfectly fine...my big #1 SP. I shoulda got her # at least.
That felt good. We roam the casino and do a few more approaches, but decide to take a breather and hit the bar to get another drink. I manage to win $1 at Blackjack this time, so I don't feel so shitty about losing $20 earlier (I'd make a horrible poker player or trader...can't really deal with 'managed' losses). Heading back to the casino, we pass on opening 2 goth-y chicks and it's a good thing we did, because in the next minute I was walking by a stunning brunette sitting at a slot machine and went in pretty much w/o hesitation.
She responded pretty well. Getting a good look at her she was easily a 9, even though I generally don't go for Latina girls...this one was legit. Tall, leggy, athletic (plays beach Volleyball), amazing dark brown eyes. Let's call her HB Pearl. G immediately was on her cousin who was sitting at the adjacent machine. They were visiting from SoCal. About 5 minutes in the subject of age came up. She asked, "So how old are you?"
"46."
"Oh, really? This probably isn't going to work out then."
"Huh. That's cool...but it's not like I was trying to sleep with you or anything."
She laughs. "No, oh, I didn't mean that. My dad is 47, you guys are the same age."
Imitating mild annoyance..."I'm 46, not 47." Mutual laughter. "How old are you?"
"20."
"No way! I thought you were about 25...you seem very mature for your age."
At that moment I felt like I'd hit a wall, and the ship was going down. Holy Fake ID Batman I really thought she was 25...she was definitely more mature than your typical 20yo American girl, or your typical 30yo American girl for that matter...it was probably also that she was pretty intelligent. She somewhat drew back upon hearing that there was a 26yo age gap between us. This was the first of about 5 major shit tests to come, but I think handled it 'ok', because the ship didn't go down and we continued talking.
While this was going on, my wing, who apparently was extremely horny this night...was all over the cousin. HBPearl saw this and apparently approved. While we were talking she brushed her leg lightly against mine. I asked her if she played any sports.
"Yeah I play volleyball. How about yourself?f"
"I'm really into soccer."
"No...I don't see that, you are not built like a soccer player!"
"Come on, check out these leg muscles!" I then placed her hands on my upper leg which she squeezed, mildly approving. She made some comment on my butt as well, not sure what exactly.
She continued throwing "backhand compliments" at me and then immediately apologizing for insulting me, but I mostly just laughed them off, like it was mildly amusing (at least this was what I was trying to do). She asked me if I had a 6-pack (I don't...I'm 46 for fucks sake lol), and I lifted up my shirt...I told her I'd rather be strong & meaty (which I'm also not) than skinny w/ a 6-pack, she just commented how pale my skin was.
After about 20 minutes they are getting restless and talk about heading back...they are leaving tomorrow and are here with their family (including her Dad lol) who's back at the hotel. G and his girl have been getting down-n-dirty all this time...in fact when the cousin gets up she has to take a moment to fix her panties or something akin...G man what were you doing there behind my back these last 20 mins?! lol. G mentions food and my girl is hungry so we talk about going to sushi. We walk toward the taxis and get in line w/o really pushing it...we just sort of led and they followed.
Being a Sat night in Vegas the taxi line is about a 15 min wait. More shit tests: on the way to the line my girl opens a tall good-looking guy (yells hi but he just smiles and walks by). My girl asks me,
"What type of girls do you go for?"
"Tall-ish about 5'8 (I'm 5'9), esp redheads with pale skin."
"Oh that doesn't surprise me."
"What kind of guys do you go for?"
"What do you think?"
"Hmm...let's see...tall, like 6 feet..."
She interrupts "Noooo, try 6'3"!"
"Oh of course" laughing. "Also, athletic...but maybe not the cream of the crop intelligence-wise"
"No, you're wrong...what makes you say that"
"Oh, just a feeling"
"No no no, I like my guys to be intelligent too"
"So basically, we'll just check every box on the desirable scale then?"
"Yes. Sure that sounds right". lols
So I think I've conveyed the type of shit test I was getting. She was basically dis-qualifying me the whole time -- too old, too short -- but yet there we were, in a taxi at 3am heading to a sushi bar. Funny enough right as we're driving past my place, one block from the strip, she asks me where I live, and I point to her outside the window.
We get to the sushi place, and the girls immediately head into the bathroom. G and I are joking that it's like the jury has gone to chambers and we're out here awaiting the verdict. They come back, we order sushi, and generally just chill having a nice time. Having been a morning person of late, on top of the alcohol and a desire for 8 hours sleep on a gym day that only a middle-aged man can understand, I'm starting to really fade. We eat up, pay, and they call a taxi. G lives < 5 mins away by walking and I'm 15 mins by foot or a quick cab ride. Neither of us really has planned this out though...being our first time out together and last-minute we really didn't plan the pull scenario. The girls are apparently headed back. Mine offers a big hug, and we part with warm words.
Thoughts:
~ Toward the end of the night G may have over-gamed his girl -- he had her won by the time we got to sushi and probably just needed to chill back and kill-the-clock so to speak -- meanwhile I may have under-gamed mine. (G btw if you're reading this sorry we didn't do a debrief/feedback last night but I was really tired by the time we got done lol...great inaugural night wining however!).
~ I'll admit the I never got out of my head about the age gap. The axiom here is "What you feel she feels". If I were a 46yo guy who regularly pulls & fucks 20yo hotties, I probably woulda banged this girl tonight. But I am not that guy...not yet anyway.
Bounced a hot girl, and found a good wing who's a local. Not a bad night at all.
MR
Pulled a 20yo 5'10" Latina hottie to a sushi bar. Couldn't close the deal tho.
Actually I don't know is this is technically a 'pull' or a 'bounce'...I seem to have misplaced by leather-bound copy of the Oxford Official Dictionary of Pick-Up Terminology, Vol 5...so fuck it...here's what happened.
I was determined to go out tonight, solo if necessary, to begin my fall comeback. I down the last of my Jamesons-on-the-rocks in my kitchen, head out the door and start walking to the strip. Fifteen mins later I'm in Caesar's but it's early and everyone's going in to the club not out so I head across the street to the Linq. I'm not even close to approach mode, being solo and very rusty. A guy from the Vegas 'lair' texts me that he's in the neighborhood so we agree to meet at the main bar @ the Linq.
I'm sitting at the bar losing money at Blackjack but drinking the best Guinness I can ever remember having.
The 'lair' guy, "G", shows up and joins me and we shoot the shit for a bit. He seems cool. It's about 1am so we head back over to Caesars.
G is approaching early & often. I'm really in my head and the alcohol is making me drowsy. I had also worked out about 6pm and normally I never drink on days I lift weights but I just needed to blow off some steam tonight. G has a good vibe though and he brings me into some of his groups, and finally encourages me to do an approach. So I go over to this blonde HB8 standing by herself outside Omnia. She opens and we're talking for a bit but she's waiting for her friend to get her into Omnia. Male friend but she's here in Vegas by herself and comes here often. I don't think she was an escort tho she was a bit coy with some of her answers. Still I ejected from an approach that was going perfectly fine...my big #1 SP. I shoulda got her # at least.
That felt good. We roam the casino and do a few more approaches, but decide to take a breather and hit the bar to get another drink. I manage to win $1 at Blackjack this time, so I don't feel so shitty about losing $20 earlier (I'd make a horrible poker player or trader...can't really deal with 'managed' losses). Heading back to the casino, we pass on opening 2 goth-y chicks and it's a good thing we did, because in the next minute I was walking by a stunning brunette sitting at a slot machine and went in pretty much w/o hesitation.
She responded pretty well. Getting a good look at her she was easily a 9, even though I generally don't go for Latina girls...this one was legit. Tall, leggy, athletic (plays beach Volleyball), amazing dark brown eyes. Let's call her HB Pearl. G immediately was on her cousin who was sitting at the adjacent machine. They were visiting from SoCal. About 5 minutes in the subject of age came up. She asked, "So how old are you?"
"46."
"Oh, really? This probably isn't going to work out then."
"Huh. That's cool...but it's not like I was trying to sleep with you or anything."
She laughs. "No, oh, I didn't mean that. My dad is 47, you guys are the same age."
Imitating mild annoyance..."I'm 46, not 47." Mutual laughter. "How old are you?"
"20."
"No way! I thought you were about 25...you seem very mature for your age."
At that moment I felt like I'd hit a wall, and the ship was going down. Holy Fake ID Batman I really thought she was 25...she was definitely more mature than your typical 20yo American girl, or your typical 30yo American girl for that matter...it was probably also that she was pretty intelligent. She somewhat drew back upon hearing that there was a 26yo age gap between us. This was the first of about 5 major shit tests to come, but I think handled it 'ok', because the ship didn't go down and we continued talking.
While this was going on, my wing, who apparently was extremely horny this night...was all over the cousin. HBPearl saw this and apparently approved. While we were talking she brushed her leg lightly against mine. I asked her if she played any sports.
"Yeah I play volleyball. How about yourself?f"
"I'm really into soccer."
"No...I don't see that, you are not built like a soccer player!"
"Come on, check out these leg muscles!" I then placed her hands on my upper leg which she squeezed, mildly approving. She made some comment on my butt as well, not sure what exactly.
She continued throwing "backhand compliments" at me and then immediately apologizing for insulting me, but I mostly just laughed them off, like it was mildly amusing (at least this was what I was trying to do). She asked me if I had a 6-pack (I don't...I'm 46 for fucks sake lol), and I lifted up my shirt...I told her I'd rather be strong & meaty (which I'm also not) than skinny w/ a 6-pack, she just commented how pale my skin was.
After about 20 minutes they are getting restless and talk about heading back...they are leaving tomorrow and are here with their family (including her Dad lol) who's back at the hotel. G and his girl have been getting down-n-dirty all this time...in fact when the cousin gets up she has to take a moment to fix her panties or something akin...G man what were you doing there behind my back these last 20 mins?! lol. G mentions food and my girl is hungry so we talk about going to sushi. We walk toward the taxis and get in line w/o really pushing it...we just sort of led and they followed.
Being a Sat night in Vegas the taxi line is about a 15 min wait. More shit tests: on the way to the line my girl opens a tall good-looking guy (yells hi but he just smiles and walks by). My girl asks me,
"What type of girls do you go for?"
"Tall-ish about 5'8 (I'm 5'9), esp redheads with pale skin."
"Oh that doesn't surprise me."
"What kind of guys do you go for?"
"What do you think?"
"Hmm...let's see...tall, like 6 feet..."
She interrupts "Noooo, try 6'3"!"
"Oh of course" laughing. "Also, athletic...but maybe not the cream of the crop intelligence-wise"
"No, you're wrong...what makes you say that"
"Oh, just a feeling"
"No no no, I like my guys to be intelligent too"
"So basically, we'll just check every box on the desirable scale then?"
"Yes. Sure that sounds right". lols
So I think I've conveyed the type of shit test I was getting. She was basically dis-qualifying me the whole time -- too old, too short -- but yet there we were, in a taxi at 3am heading to a sushi bar. Funny enough right as we're driving past my place, one block from the strip, she asks me where I live, and I point to her outside the window.
We get to the sushi place, and the girls immediately head into the bathroom. G and I are joking that it's like the jury has gone to chambers and we're out here awaiting the verdict. They come back, we order sushi, and generally just chill having a nice time. Having been a morning person of late, on top of the alcohol and a desire for 8 hours sleep on a gym day that only a middle-aged man can understand, I'm starting to really fade. We eat up, pay, and they call a taxi. G lives < 5 mins away by walking and I'm 15 mins by foot or a quick cab ride. Neither of us really has planned this out though...being our first time out together and last-minute we really didn't plan the pull scenario. The girls are apparently headed back. Mine offers a big hug, and we part with warm words.
Thoughts:
~ Toward the end of the night G may have over-gamed his girl -- he had her won by the time we got to sushi and probably just needed to chill back and kill-the-clock so to speak -- meanwhile I may have under-gamed mine. (G btw if you're reading this sorry we didn't do a debrief/feedback last night but I was really tired by the time we got done lol...great inaugural night wining however!).
~ I'll admit the I never got out of my head about the age gap. The axiom here is "What you feel she feels". If I were a 46yo guy who regularly pulls & fucks 20yo hotties, I probably woulda banged this girl tonight. But I am not that guy...not yet anyway.
Bounced a hot girl, and found a good wing who's a local. Not a bad night at all.
MR
