Oh man, where to start!
Ok, so my birthday was last Tuesday (the 7th; I turned 22!), and though I went out that night, I planned on having the real celebration on the 11th in Chicago.
This past week has been unreal.
First case study:
So Thursday night, I was at a party at my friends place. Long story short, I met a girl and her friends. One of her friends, a chick that use to go out with an acquaintance of mine, had recently broke up. I hadn't seen her in damn near a year, but she still looked as good as I remember. We started to converse; chopping it up for a bit. Eventually she had to leave, admittedly earlier than she would have liked, but she makes it a point to get my number. Alright cool; afterwards, we say our goodbyes. Her friends are still there, so I make my way back to the group. After a while, I start to get really close to one of the girls in the group. I'm leaning against the wall and we just start hugging and talking. After a few minutes, we kiss and caress. At this point, it's obvious I can super smash bros; however, for some reason, I instead run an experiment. I know it's strange, but just hear me out.
I decide to tell her the truth, and see if I can still have her want me. And the truth is, I'm juggling three girls right now and I'd like her to be my forth. I didn't say it like that; honestly, I'm not sure how I said it. I think it was something to the affect of, "I'm a Lion and as a lion, I am accompanied by a pride full of lionesses." I know, I know.....hilarious. Anyway, I keep gaming her up and she tells me something like "I'm not like that. I don't chase boys around; I let them chase me. And if you want to be with me, I have to be your one and only." Not very inviting words, I know. Still, I somehow pull it around so well....ahem...SO RIDICULOUSLY WELL that she literally says "Perfect" as if it were a fucking game! We continue to talk and I continue to alleviate her concerns. She starts to feel insecure, as if she can't live up to the other girls, and I tell her that I've been around the world and that she is beyond worthy. She continues to be insecure and tells me that she messed up her make up or something weird like that, and I reply saying that I don't care, you look good to me, in fact, I would love to see what you look like without it. That's when we kissed longer and more passionately than ever. Game. Set. Match!
I ended up giving her my number and said goodbye to her and her friends. She wanted to come with me that night, but I said I don't take girls home on the first night (which is true).
The next morning, I get a text saying "It's ______. I want you."
Evaluation
You find a girl very attractive, you enjoy their company, but because you have a girlfriend, you are forced to lie to her because you selfishly yearn to see her again. This proves that it is possible to tell the girl the truth about your love life and for her not to disappear, but more incredibly, understand the feelings of all those involved. I know it sounds sexist, but it's not a one-way road; girls lie to us as well. For once, I didn't want to spin a web of deceit. For once, I felt that enough was enough, and it's time to respect a girls feelings and not just my own.
For once, I had a girl on my side and it felt good.
Second case study:
This past Saturday, a girl threw me a party in Chicago. When I was 19, I use to mess with her (she was 17 at the time). She is Russian (accent and all) and absolutely gorgeous. My brothers convinced me to stop messing with her and wait till she was older. I did, but it was that year I left to another school. I didn't see her again until I was 21 and she was 19. During that time, we still talked but our relationship drifted into a strong friendship.
Anyway, the setting for the party was in a highrise (literally one floor below the Playboy Penthouse). This place, bare, literally costs $5 million easy. It's downtown, right on the lake. I hopped in that motherfucker and my jaw dropped. It was so pimp. It had stone relief statues hanging everywhere. There were large, long windows that spanned entire walls looking out at the lake or into the city center. It was so pimp that there was literally a giant pedestal propping up a marvelous bronze statue of a soldier carrying a man away from his son.
Like you, as soon as I entered, I had my questions. One of them being, how in the hell did she have this incredible spot to party in? What she told me was she knew the owner and although he owns it, he doesn't live there and instead lets people party there. I was like ok, weird but ok; until I met him. He was a 60 year old man (though a fit one) and the biggest player ever. That's when it clicked.
Later on that night, we were chillin in the kitchen drinking a bottle of courvoisier he had given me for my birthday. I watched as he whispered into my girl's ear, then left the room and headed towards the master bedroom. She approached me and said "I will be right back; are you going to be ok?" I replied "Of course." She paused for a moment, looking at me. She then kissed me and as she pulled away and our hands slowly loosened grip, we lock eyes and that's when it HAPPPENED!
Her eyes said it all, "Happy Birthday."
Evaluation
HOLY ****! hahahahahahahahahaha
Did I just unknowingly pimp out a girl? Or is it my girl that's the pimp?
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