She Tells Me Not To Threaten Her With A Good Time

And it sucks.

It's loud, the cover price has been upped, and there is an awful girl to guy ratio. I get some drinks from my bartender and watch one of the city’s best players. He's a promoter at some venues out here and always has some crazy hot girls all over him. He's a little too aggressive and sometimes blows himself out, but he always leaves with 3 or 4 hot girls. He's kind of a dick, so my attempts to befriend him have not gone swimmingly well ...

Then I see her. She's got huge boobs, 5'4 with reddish blonde hair. And she's a herd (a hot nerd). She's got these super hot secretary glasses on and a look that just screams dork.

She's a 9.5 to me. She hits my type exactly. If you've ever taken a boot camp with me, you've heard me describe my type and she's it ...

I go to tap her and tell her she's a herd, when she opens 2 big black guys coming in ... oh well, I'll see her again.

Hopefully.

I roll around and find Jason. We're talking when she walks out and in mid-sentence, I go after after her.

I open her by telling her she's a hot nerd and then explaining it to her. She thanks me and I say “Oh you didn't do it on purpose ? You really are a nerd !”

This is an example of using sexualized push / pull: first I tell her she's hot then a nerd.

We start talking and I get the dreaded boyfriend objection ... plus, he works at the venue. I treat it like she just said, “Spiders, Monkeys, Pirate Ninjas” or some other nonsensical thing.

I keep talking and she brings it up again. Again I ignore her and I talk about how awesome I am.

It's “on,” as she's telling me I'm awesome, grabbing my wrists, etc. The boyfriend rolls up and I say, “You have a really sweet girlfriend.” He replies: “Thanks, she's my angel.” She has just offered me a drink, and he escorts me to get it ... for a second, I actually thought I might be getting kicked out, as he walked me to the service area. I get a drink and we talk about how cool his girl is ...

We go back, he offers to get me a chair and leaves us to talk. I start sexually framing her, and then tell her that she needs to walk away from me right now or I will start hitting on her.

She tells me I already have been. The fact that she's accepting it lets me know it's time to move on from sexual framing and start bringing out her sexual side.

She starts talking about how she cheated on her boyfriend already. This is what we call an Indicator of Interest for those of us watching at home ...

I go into my sexual cold reads. I tell her she has a fractured sexual identity and that sometimes she needs to be treated sweetly, and sometimes she needs to have her hair pulled while she gets f$*ked like a dirty slut.

She tells me she's getting wet ...

I regress her to childhood to make sure that she doesn't start to get buyer's remorse. She asks me what I'm doing after this, as her boyfriend works till very late ...

I tell her she can come hang out for a little bit, but I can't promise I won't try to take advantage of her.

She tells me not to threaten her with a good time.

We leave out of separate exits and she drives me home.

When we get there, I push her against the wall in the elevator, and you can imagine what happened after that.

So I pulled a girl from in front of her boyfriend to my house in about 2 and a half hours ...

While he was buying me drinks and food ...

I'm going straight to hell.