Normally it is not my style to take any game rules from other people as a bottom line standard for myself but Jeffy’s set of rules, don’t game family, work-colleagues or people that provide a regular service for you, has always seemed to make sense to me but accidents happen, even pleasant accidents. A warning ahead, this FR does not contain too much value for other readers, maybe brings some people further in their right interpretation of female cues but it is primarily written for myself.
The plan is to go out with Wildcouger to Erik Morillo’s birthday bash, a party with quite a few HOUSEhold names behind the wheels of steel of whom Wildcouger knows at least half – damn this guy is well connected, and lots of hot girls in a large venue…set for a perfect night.
Unfortunately Wildcouger is absolutely tired from the night before and a day at the boat show; he cancels. Now, I can be a chode and spend my Saturday night at home or go to one of the bars that used to be on top of my favorites list a while ago, of course the second option becomes reality.
Last summer, this place has seen me almost every weekend and there I picked up the two best affairs I have had last summer. At that bar I, I have always been fascinated, actually mesmerized, by this extremely hot black girl behind the bar, but I have never hit on her…rule number three at work….which has been broken tonight ;)
It is packed as usual and I go upstairs cause it is easier to get a drink there and I love to have a venue overview in the beginning of the night. Funny enough, I run into a couple of friends from another city and spend the evening chatting with them, hadn’t seen them for a while.
When I want to order my first drink, the hot barkeeper says “you want a gin & tonic, right?” Ok, she remembers what I drink, even though she gets a thousand different orders per night and I haven’t been there for a while, IOI deluxe. I order a coke and she’s like “really? Normally you drink g&t, don’t you?” “Yeah, I do, but right now I don’t; you guys must have some sort of a cola in your wide assortment of drinks, don’t you (smirk smile)?” She smiles and gets me the coke. A minute later I accidentally find myself gaming a blond girl with a Hawaiian flower necklace right in front of the barkeeper’s and my friends’ noses. Chill back with my friends again, the girl wasn’t really my type.
At some point, the sexy black barkeeper invites me and a couple of my friends to take a shot with her and her colleague, the place normally doesn’t give away free drinks at all. She doesn’t make straight eye contact with me at the time of saying cheers so I grab / claw her and whisper in her ear that this missing eye contact will cause her to have at least seven years of bad sex. She smiles and says “oh shit, what now?” “ Gotta live with it girl, or follow the official rules of cheers to begin with” We have another cheers , this time with intense eye contact, she melts. This was roughly the first time that we’ve exchanged more than drinks and money…
I leave the place early, around 02:00am, and run into her on my way out. She asks “are you gonna be here next weekend? Please come by next weekend!” Here in Amsterdam, hired guns don’t give shit if people come back or not and they also don’t care about tips, strangely enough, the bouncers expect tips, the barkeepers don’t. Basically, I know that she has been totally into me on Saturday night, but I somehow did not number-close her, still tried to follow rule number three then. I have thought about it long and hard; yes I can miss this bar on my list of regular places if shit hits the fan. The decision is made, I will get her number coming Friday and pursue her…hard! It is likely that there is a glorious cappuccino type of lay report coming up in the next few weeks!
Satisfaction
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