Friday started off stressful with my ex landlord attempting to extort a portion of my security deposit…complete thief…shouting match on the phone…personal insults…in a bad mood…ahh but as fate would have it the sun did shine on me…received a call around 4pm from Jessica, the Serbian bikini wearing ex tennis player and past co-star inviting me to happy hour with 2 of her girlfriends…we all meet outside the bar…huge line…walk straight to the front…the doorman stops me…explain to him I’m bringing in 3 girls…sorry sir were full…tell him I know the mgr…well the mgr isnt here…all eyes on me…I’m winning this one…asks for my business card and opens the ropes…creating value in front of these girls eyes in real time…

Standing anywhere surrounded by 3 girls…all relatively hot…is going to get you noticed by both sexes…makes life so much easier….social proof is so critical and should always be a goal when you’re out…you become so much more interesting and attractive…so I get a text from my wingman about a birthday party at a bar in S. Beach…I agree and invite the girls…they’re not sure but will let me know later.

Meet my wing and after a couple of warm up sets decide to go to another venue nearby…things are a little more interesting here…in fact, we are on fire…opening sets of the hottest girls…we work the room and come to a rest at the bar…I open a 5 girl set solo…couple of cuties in the group…I approach one wearing a hat….is this a bachelor-ette party?…yes it is….are you the bride….yes…that’s wonderful congratulations…can I ask you something…WTF are you thinking…laughs…blah blah blah…go back to the bar…wing grabs my attention and motions with his head toward the entrance…4 hotties enter the room…let me rephrase that…3 hotties and one stunner…blonde…looks like Michele Pfeiffer…perfect face…high cheek bones…light eyes…perfect nose…low cut jeans…sexy belt…heels…amazing body…tan skin…girls can be very beautiful or very sexy…rarely both…this one’s the total package.

They walk toward us and wing opens the front two in the lead…introduces them to me…Hi…blah blah blah… Miss Pfeiffer’s in the back …she’s the prize…and the target…I move through the group and straight to Michelle…strong move… alpha…direct…boom… I’m standing in front of her…You’re not going to tell me you can’t speak English to me are you …No, I speak English, smiling…introduce myself…I take her hand…kiss her on both cheeks…are you Brazilian…No, I’m from Argentina but my parents are Italian…stay focused…stay in set…slow it down…My grandfather was Italian…I’m half…blah blah blah…you have incredible cheek bones…do you hear that a lot…no, but some people sayI look like Michele Pfeiffer…when a man like me compliments a beautiful woman like you…you need only say thank you…smile…we’re headed to club x in a little bit…you should meet us there…Miss Pfeiffer: Why don’t I give you my number and you can text me when you leave…let me  think about that…ahhhhh…..ummmmm….ok!….can you say signal of interest?…lol…I say sure and she gives me her number…she spells her name for me…blah blah blah…her and her group walk off.

I’m definitely on a high…loving my confidence and my game at the moment…20 minutes later we head out back before we leave to club x…girls are there…I begin speaking to one of Pfeiffer’s friends…little jealousy plot here…spike her emotions a bit…I move over to her…pick up where we left off…feeling a little less of a vibe…anyway, I tell my wing that we’re leaving but will meet them at club x…. but he says something and we all leave as a group…walk up to the club…catch the bouncer’s eye (wasn’t exactly difficult with 4 hot chicks)…walk to the back bar…bartender greets me…couple of girls I know walk up and say hi…Michelle takes it all in…mucho social proof… on auto pilot at this point ….how many times have I done this???…more drinks…dancing…lots of kino…some grinding…making out…at the bar…upstairs…against the wall in hallway…lose my wing…sparks flying off each other…time to go…jump in my car…straight to my place…ignite the bed.

I’m sorry gentle reader, did you think it was over?  Went to breakfast…back to her place…laying on her bed with her latptop…looking at Halloween pics…dressed as a race car driver…short jumpsuit…wow…turns out she modeled in Argentina…more sparks…this time torched her bed…get home at 4 pm…just enough time to nap and get ready for a girlfriend from chicago who’s back in town for one night…hehe

Epilogue:

As I write this Sunday afternoon I’m texting MP…

EI: I have something I want to whisper in your ear…haha…how r u?

MP: Hey Handsome!  What is it you want to whisper in my ear?

EI:   Well, I could tell u, but I would rather do it in person…in very close proximity…my lips touching your ear…how do you feel about that

MP:  I feel exactly the same way.  Besitos

EI:   I suppose we have to do something about this…I mean, its probably not healthy to have all these feelings locked up inside of ourselves…

MP:  True.  I guess we have to do something about it soon

Fellas gotta run!

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