The Colombian Cocktease
Bref descriptif
Should Single Guys Use Emoticons
Leaving the Ghosts of an Ex Behind
Bitchiness as a Defense Mechanism: Lessons from Blogging About My Ex
Can You be Friends With an Ex?
The Men We Know We Have No Future With…
Men Who Ghost Before the First Date
No Strings Attached is Bullshit.
Do Women Really Want Equality In Relationships?
Your Best Friend the Hag
Why Being Single Doesn’t Suck
Rules For Hanging Out With Your Ex
How to Approach Guys in a Bar
How NOT to Approach A Guy In A Bar
8 Facts about Cheating
So…it’s Friday. A new dude off of some random PUA forum emails me wanting to meet up, grab a drink and sarge chicks.
Poker Playing Engineer texts me as well…
I pick a club I find off of Yelp. That I’ve never been to before.
Cheap ass fucking drinks for a Friday night, but a cover charge.
I tell them both to meet me there. New dude is now referred to as Tall Spanish Guy. So, Tall Spanish Guy and Poker Playing Engineer both show up before me, so I text them each other’s number so they can meet each other….as I’m running late…
I get there and they’re both there. We’re early, so the club’s not packed yet. But the drinks are cheap.
And, when I say cheap.. I mean fucking cheap.
Poker Playing Engineer is compaining about how there’s no chicks here.
Tall Spanish Guy is also not impressed with the lack of talent.
They’re both blaming me because I picked the place.
I keep reminding them that the drinks are cheap and it’s still early, give it a chance….
I was right…when it gets later, it gets packed.
I know, I know, it’s still a nightclub and not a bar, and these PUA types don’t know how to handle that shit…
Fuck that, this rapid escalation shit is fun.
Anyway, I move my group to a good spot by the bar, and just engage them both in conversation. I have to keep drawing Tall Spanish Guy back into the conversation, because Poker Playing Engineer have now been out together a hand full of times, so we naturally know each other more and have more to talk about. I know what it’s like to feel like the outsider of a group, because that’s how I felt the couple of times I went out with Denver and his large group, so make it a point to keep bringing Tall Spanish Guy into the conversation and asking him for his opinion on shit…
We just talk and drink for the first 45 minutes to an hour or so… then a nice two-set happens to appear next to me to order some drinks.
The girl closest to me is a white girl, I open her… talk to her for a bit. I ask her if she’s from this city… “no, I’m from Michigan, but my friend here is from Colombia..” she introduces me to her friend.
Upon hearing this, I quickly decide that I would much rather go for a Colombian flag tonight than just fuck a random white girl from Michigan, so I introduce Poker Playing Engineer as my friend from Minnesota and pawn the white girl off on him.
I go after the Colombian.
I game her up at the bar a bit, she has two drinks, so I make fun of her for double-fisting. She says the other drink is for their other friend who is here somewhere. I talk to her a bit, she’s from Bogota and has only been in the US for four years – yeah that definitely would count as a flag…
So, after chatting her up a bit running normal attraction game, I can’t really tell if she’s biting or not. She’s talking to me, but the IOI’s aren’t overt and she almost seems shy. I grab her hand and tell her “c’mon” and take her to the dance floor. She sets the other drink down and tells her white friend (who’s still talking to Poker Playing Engineer) to watch it.
I get her out on the dance floor and dance with her. Ahhh… man, do I love the way these Latin girls move their hips…
A couple songs in, and I start really rapid escalating her.
I’m making out with her on the dancefloor and she’s loving it, keeps coming back in for more kisses and rubbing all over my body. I rub her body as well, pull her hair, and whisper in her ear, “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you. I’m going to make you cum so may times…”
Upon hearing that, she lets out a light squeal and then kisses me.. I consider taking her outside right fucking now and trying to bounce her somewhere, but I don’t because it still seems too early. It’s not even midnight yet.
After a little more of this, and then she says she has to go to the bathroom. So, we head to the bathrooms which are over by the bar. She goes into the Woman’s and I check in on my two wings – Poker Playing Engineer and Tall Spanish Guy to see how they’re doing. Poker Playing Engineer is still chatting up the white girl (Colombian’s friend) and Tall Spanish Guy is talking to some fat chick… at first, I think “what the fuck?” but then I quickly realize that’s their other friend – the third girl in the group. Oh, shit! He’s a good wing for that!
I go take a piss and come out and talk to Tall Spanish Guy and even chat up the fat girl a bit – gotta get the potential cock block to like me, so I’m nice and cordial to her.
Colombian is leaned over the bar trying to buy her a drink, but I pay her no attention, I just talk to my friends. She taps me, and asks “what do you want?”
Oh, shit! Is she offering to buy me a drink?
“Get me a Corona” I say… and then go back to talking to my friends.
Sure enough, she buys me a Corona.
Chick just bought me a drink! That’s wasup!
I lean up with her at the bar, and try to talk to her some more, but I start to feel like there’s really not much else to talk about – it’s a loud club – we’ve already made out a handful times and grinded all over each other – I start just throw out silly shit like “if you could have any super power in the world what would it be?” She answers, but I forgot what she said… we talk about Colombia a bit and then I decide enough of this chit-chatting, I just want to get her back on the dance floor, so I take her back out there.
More grinding on me, more heavy making out, more hair pulling, and then I push it.. I start licking her neck and I bite her neck. She pulls away and does the “Mutombo finger wag” to me.
I ignore her and just start dancing by myself – trying to not be needy.
Eventually, she grabs her two friends – the white girl and the fat girl and they all disappear.
But, yeah… then, these hoes dissappear. They go outside to the patio, Poker Playing Engineer goes with them, but I don’t. I’m not trying to follow her around like that, so I don’t sweat it. I chill at the bar with Tall Spanish Guy and talk about it for a bit. He says he was talking to the fat girl for us, so she wouldn’t get in the way. I respect that shit. She bought him a drink too. He also tells me not to worry about my chick, “she’ll be back”. Yeah, I know…
Anyway, time to fuck with new chicks – I open a nearby three-set.
Italian girls, from Sicily. Damn, it must be international night tonight or something…. nobody told me…
The prettiest one is quick to flash her engagement ring, I joke around and ask her why she’s showing that to me, and she says something like “well, usually when a guy tries to talk to a girl at a bar, he’s trying to hit on her.”
She was the cutest one, and I was trying to hit on her, but I deny it…. “Calm the fuck down. Nobody is trying to hit on you….”
Then, I go back to gaming the second cutest one – her sister. She talks to me for a bit while her sisters wander off a bit and then says she’ll see me around later, and goes off to find them..
But, after a bit, the sister – the one I talked to – comes back and chats me up some more.
I go for the number close and get “I don’t give my number out.”
I go for the Facebook close and she says, “I’m not on Facebook”
What the fuck ever? I just let her go…. but she decides to “take my number”. Whatever.. I give it to her, because… whatever…
Then, Tall Spanish Guy has a set he sees on the danceflooor, it’s a four set, but I know he wants one of the two taller ones. He’s acting like he doesn’t know how to handle it since they’re dancing and we’re chilling by the bar, so I make an executive decision that we move to the dancefloor to dance close to them.
We do. But, Tall Spanish Guy isn’t much of a dancer. He just looks stiff.
I don’t consider myslf a great dancer, but I just close my eyes and try to get into it. I try to be high energy and basically do my best Moran impression.
Anyway… I try to squeze my way into the set. They just kind of laugh at me.
Poker Playing Engineer comes back and finds us… “did you bite that girl on the neck?” he asks me, referring to the Colombian
“Yeah… what’d she say?”
“Oh, she was just like… ‘he bit me on the neck!’”
I shrug my shoulders and go back to dancing. So, now the three of us are dancing…. two chicks walk a little close to my kill zone and I grab the blonde and start dancing with her. She’s double-fisting too. I call her out on it… “Do you want the other one?” She says and hands one of them to me…
I look at the drink, “You’re trying to drug me, right?”
“Of course! I just put a roofie in there!”
I drink it. I don’t even know what happens with that set.. . they leave or something…
I see some Asian guy with two Asian girls dancing nearby, they’re both cute. I approach him, and shake his hand, “what’s up bro?”
“Hey, bro! What’s up?”
“Which one of them is yours?”
He throws his hands up, “neither bro, you can dance with either one of them if you want.”
Cool… I grab the hand of the darker one with the longer hair and start dancing with her. Then, the other one with short hair comes over to dance with me too. It’s fun, but again, it’s just dance floor bullshit… don’t really know what happens with that set either…
It’s been probably over an hour and half since I’d last seen the Colombian chick at this point, I tell Poker Playing Engineer, “let’s go find those girls from earlier”, so we make our way through the dance floor.
I get sidetracked by some black girl wearing stripes and start dancing with her, Poker Playing Engineer takes her friend. We separate them a bit by taking them to different sides of the dance floor, and I start to rapid escalate the black girl. She’s in town for three weeks, but I forgot where she told me she lives. Next thing you know, we’re making out. After making out with me, she looks at me and smiles and says, “you know I have a boyfriend!”
“Not here you don’t. You’re only in town for three weeks…”
She laughs and kisses me again. I pull my phone out to get her number now, just because I was already regretting not getting Colombian’s early on. She gives me her phone number and then we dance some more. I start to escalate her some more and tell her I’m taking her home tonight – I pull her hair, lick her neck. Then, she realizes her friend is gone – she sees her on the other side of the floor, “I need to go back over there to my friend… c’mon” she tries to pull me over there. I don’t budge, I pull her back towards me, “your friend is with my friend, she’s fine.”
She dances with me a little bit more, and then, “no, I gotta go back to my friend,” she puts her hand on my chest, “you have my number….” then she walks off. I let her go.
Poker Playing Engineer catches back up with me and we head out to the patio.
Nothing much going on out here, back inside…
We walk around the dance floor to find Tall Spanish Guy and sure enough, guess who’s back…. the Colombian, the white girl, and the fat girl.
I go back up to the Colombian and we start dancing again.
We dance a bit and I go for the kiss and this time she doesn’t kiss me. I pull away and just dance by myself. I head over to Tall Spanish Guy, Poker Playing Engineer and the white girl.
The white girl smiles at me and says, “don’t bite my friend!”
“Calm down… I haven’t bitten her in hours…”
The Colombian comes up to me and starts dancing on me at the bar and then comes in to kiss me, I pull back and then look her in the eyes, then grab her hair, tilt her head and fucking make out with her some more. We dance, make out some more, I ramp up the dirty talk again, “I’m going to make you cum so many times… I’m going to have you dripping to your knees…” blah blah blah, she grabs me and kisses me again.
“C’mon, let’s get out of here,” I say…. and take her hand and try to take her to the door.
“No!” She says… and pulls her hand away, but kisses me again.
I take her back to the dance floor. More of the same, I try again, “let’s get out of here, let’s go for a walk…”
“No, I can’t!”
“Here, well, put your number in my phone…”
“No, I can’t!”
She kisses me again. We dance some more, make out some more, same old story…. Fuck! I want to fuck the shit out of this little Colombian girl!
Eventually, I get sick of all of the pulling and chasing, so I her push her away a bit, and kind of just dance by myself. She stands there for a couple seconds and then just turns around and runs off. Whatever….
I chill, go back to the bar. Tall Spanish Guy shakes my hand and tells me he’s leaving. I walk around a bit and I notice Poker Playing Engineer making out with the white girl on the dance floor. Good job!
I go find the black girl again and dance with her some more… too much, too soon, maybe, she pulls away and tells me I’m “a bit handsy”. I head to the other side of the dance floor and sit down for a bit. I catch a glimpse of the Colombian sitting down across the way talking to some fat Mexican guy. I catch her glimpse back towards me and I try to pretend I didn’t see her, and go back to dancing and minding my own business.
I head back to the bar and joke around with girls about something, and then I notice Colombian, white girl, and fat girl are leaving.
I walk to the door and catch them in the entrance area, I tell them good night, and Colombian runs ups to me to hug me and kiss me. I try to get her number,
“No, I can’t!”
I try to get her Facebook,
“No, I can’t!”
I look at her like she’s stupid.
“Give me your number!” She says and pulls out her phone. I give her my number, even though I know it’s bullshit. I never expect her to hit me up… so, they head out, but as they’re doing so, the fat girl comes up to me…. “you already know this I’m sure, but you are adorable.”
“Thanks. Have a nice night.”
“You too.”
I go back inside. The night is over though, so we basically just wind up leaving too….
Damn… no Colombian flag for me…
UPDATE: My wing texted me a couple weeks later about that night…
Leaving the Ghosts of an Ex Behind
Bitchiness as a Defense Mechanism: Lessons from Blogging About My Ex
Can You be Friends With an Ex?
The Men We Know We Have No Future With…
Men Who Ghost Before the First Date
No Strings Attached is Bullshit.
Do Women Really Want Equality In Relationships?
Your Best Friend the Hag
Why Being Single Doesn’t Suck
Rules For Hanging Out With Your Ex
How to Approach Guys in a Bar
How NOT to Approach A Guy In A Bar
8 Facts about Cheating
So…it’s Friday. A new dude off of some random PUA forum emails me wanting to meet up, grab a drink and sarge chicks.
Poker Playing Engineer texts me as well…
I pick a club I find off of Yelp. That I’ve never been to before.
Cheap ass fucking drinks for a Friday night, but a cover charge.
I tell them both to meet me there. New dude is now referred to as Tall Spanish Guy. So, Tall Spanish Guy and Poker Playing Engineer both show up before me, so I text them each other’s number so they can meet each other….as I’m running late…
I get there and they’re both there. We’re early, so the club’s not packed yet. But the drinks are cheap.
And, when I say cheap.. I mean fucking cheap.
Poker Playing Engineer is compaining about how there’s no chicks here.
Tall Spanish Guy is also not impressed with the lack of talent.
They’re both blaming me because I picked the place.
I keep reminding them that the drinks are cheap and it’s still early, give it a chance….
I was right…when it gets later, it gets packed.
I know, I know, it’s still a nightclub and not a bar, and these PUA types don’t know how to handle that shit…
Fuck that, this rapid escalation shit is fun.
Anyway, I move my group to a good spot by the bar, and just engage them both in conversation. I have to keep drawing Tall Spanish Guy back into the conversation, because Poker Playing Engineer have now been out together a hand full of times, so we naturally know each other more and have more to talk about. I know what it’s like to feel like the outsider of a group, because that’s how I felt the couple of times I went out with Denver and his large group, so make it a point to keep bringing Tall Spanish Guy into the conversation and asking him for his opinion on shit…
We just talk and drink for the first 45 minutes to an hour or so… then a nice two-set happens to appear next to me to order some drinks.
The girl closest to me is a white girl, I open her… talk to her for a bit. I ask her if she’s from this city… “no, I’m from Michigan, but my friend here is from Colombia..” she introduces me to her friend.
Upon hearing this, I quickly decide that I would much rather go for a Colombian flag tonight than just fuck a random white girl from Michigan, so I introduce Poker Playing Engineer as my friend from Minnesota and pawn the white girl off on him.
I go after the Colombian.
I game her up at the bar a bit, she has two drinks, so I make fun of her for double-fisting. She says the other drink is for their other friend who is here somewhere. I talk to her a bit, she’s from Bogota and has only been in the US for four years – yeah that definitely would count as a flag…
So, after chatting her up a bit running normal attraction game, I can’t really tell if she’s biting or not. She’s talking to me, but the IOI’s aren’t overt and she almost seems shy. I grab her hand and tell her “c’mon” and take her to the dance floor. She sets the other drink down and tells her white friend (who’s still talking to Poker Playing Engineer) to watch it.
I get her out on the dance floor and dance with her. Ahhh… man, do I love the way these Latin girls move their hips…
A couple songs in, and I start really rapid escalating her.
I’m making out with her on the dancefloor and she’s loving it, keeps coming back in for more kisses and rubbing all over my body. I rub her body as well, pull her hair, and whisper in her ear, “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you. I’m going to make you cum so may times…”
Upon hearing that, she lets out a light squeal and then kisses me.. I consider taking her outside right fucking now and trying to bounce her somewhere, but I don’t because it still seems too early. It’s not even midnight yet.
After a little more of this, and then she says she has to go to the bathroom. So, we head to the bathrooms which are over by the bar. She goes into the Woman’s and I check in on my two wings – Poker Playing Engineer and Tall Spanish Guy to see how they’re doing. Poker Playing Engineer is still chatting up the white girl (Colombian’s friend) and Tall Spanish Guy is talking to some fat chick… at first, I think “what the fuck?” but then I quickly realize that’s their other friend – the third girl in the group. Oh, shit! He’s a good wing for that!
I go take a piss and come out and talk to Tall Spanish Guy and even chat up the fat girl a bit – gotta get the potential cock block to like me, so I’m nice and cordial to her.
Colombian is leaned over the bar trying to buy her a drink, but I pay her no attention, I just talk to my friends. She taps me, and asks “what do you want?”
Oh, shit! Is she offering to buy me a drink?
“Get me a Corona” I say… and then go back to talking to my friends.
Sure enough, she buys me a Corona.
Chick just bought me a drink! That’s wasup!
I lean up with her at the bar, and try to talk to her some more, but I start to feel like there’s really not much else to talk about – it’s a loud club – we’ve already made out a handful times and grinded all over each other – I start just throw out silly shit like “if you could have any super power in the world what would it be?” She answers, but I forgot what she said… we talk about Colombia a bit and then I decide enough of this chit-chatting, I just want to get her back on the dance floor, so I take her back out there.
More grinding on me, more heavy making out, more hair pulling, and then I push it.. I start licking her neck and I bite her neck. She pulls away and does the “Mutombo finger wag” to me.
I ignore her and just start dancing by myself – trying to not be needy.
Eventually, she grabs her two friends – the white girl and the fat girl and they all disappear.
But, yeah… then, these hoes dissappear. They go outside to the patio, Poker Playing Engineer goes with them, but I don’t. I’m not trying to follow her around like that, so I don’t sweat it. I chill at the bar with Tall Spanish Guy and talk about it for a bit. He says he was talking to the fat girl for us, so she wouldn’t get in the way. I respect that shit. She bought him a drink too. He also tells me not to worry about my chick, “she’ll be back”. Yeah, I know…
Anyway, time to fuck with new chicks – I open a nearby three-set.
Italian girls, from Sicily. Damn, it must be international night tonight or something…. nobody told me…
The prettiest one is quick to flash her engagement ring, I joke around and ask her why she’s showing that to me, and she says something like “well, usually when a guy tries to talk to a girl at a bar, he’s trying to hit on her.”
She was the cutest one, and I was trying to hit on her, but I deny it…. “Calm the fuck down. Nobody is trying to hit on you….”
Then, I go back to gaming the second cutest one – her sister. She talks to me for a bit while her sisters wander off a bit and then says she’ll see me around later, and goes off to find them..
But, after a bit, the sister – the one I talked to – comes back and chats me up some more.
I go for the number close and get “I don’t give my number out.”
I go for the Facebook close and she says, “I’m not on Facebook”
What the fuck ever? I just let her go…. but she decides to “take my number”. Whatever.. I give it to her, because… whatever…
Then, Tall Spanish Guy has a set he sees on the danceflooor, it’s a four set, but I know he wants one of the two taller ones. He’s acting like he doesn’t know how to handle it since they’re dancing and we’re chilling by the bar, so I make an executive decision that we move to the dancefloor to dance close to them.
We do. But, Tall Spanish Guy isn’t much of a dancer. He just looks stiff.
I don’t consider myslf a great dancer, but I just close my eyes and try to get into it. I try to be high energy and basically do my best Moran impression.
Anyway… I try to squeze my way into the set. They just kind of laugh at me.
Poker Playing Engineer comes back and finds us… “did you bite that girl on the neck?” he asks me, referring to the Colombian
“Yeah… what’d she say?”
“Oh, she was just like… ‘he bit me on the neck!’”
I shrug my shoulders and go back to dancing. So, now the three of us are dancing…. two chicks walk a little close to my kill zone and I grab the blonde and start dancing with her. She’s double-fisting too. I call her out on it… “Do you want the other one?” She says and hands one of them to me…
I look at the drink, “You’re trying to drug me, right?”
“Of course! I just put a roofie in there!”
I drink it. I don’t even know what happens with that set.. . they leave or something…
I see some Asian guy with two Asian girls dancing nearby, they’re both cute. I approach him, and shake his hand, “what’s up bro?”
“Hey, bro! What’s up?”
“Which one of them is yours?”
He throws his hands up, “neither bro, you can dance with either one of them if you want.”
Cool… I grab the hand of the darker one with the longer hair and start dancing with her. Then, the other one with short hair comes over to dance with me too. It’s fun, but again, it’s just dance floor bullshit… don’t really know what happens with that set either…
It’s been probably over an hour and half since I’d last seen the Colombian chick at this point, I tell Poker Playing Engineer, “let’s go find those girls from earlier”, so we make our way through the dance floor.
I get sidetracked by some black girl wearing stripes and start dancing with her, Poker Playing Engineer takes her friend. We separate them a bit by taking them to different sides of the dance floor, and I start to rapid escalate the black girl. She’s in town for three weeks, but I forgot where she told me she lives. Next thing you know, we’re making out. After making out with me, she looks at me and smiles and says, “you know I have a boyfriend!”
“Not here you don’t. You’re only in town for three weeks…”
She laughs and kisses me again. I pull my phone out to get her number now, just because I was already regretting not getting Colombian’s early on. She gives me her phone number and then we dance some more. I start to escalate her some more and tell her I’m taking her home tonight – I pull her hair, lick her neck. Then, she realizes her friend is gone – she sees her on the other side of the floor, “I need to go back over there to my friend… c’mon” she tries to pull me over there. I don’t budge, I pull her back towards me, “your friend is with my friend, she’s fine.”
She dances with me a little bit more, and then, “no, I gotta go back to my friend,” she puts her hand on my chest, “you have my number….” then she walks off. I let her go.
Poker Playing Engineer catches back up with me and we head out to the patio.
Nothing much going on out here, back inside…
We walk around the dance floor to find Tall Spanish Guy and sure enough, guess who’s back…. the Colombian, the white girl, and the fat girl.
I go back up to the Colombian and we start dancing again.
We dance a bit and I go for the kiss and this time she doesn’t kiss me. I pull away and just dance by myself. I head over to Tall Spanish Guy, Poker Playing Engineer and the white girl.
The white girl smiles at me and says, “don’t bite my friend!”
“Calm down… I haven’t bitten her in hours…”
The Colombian comes up to me and starts dancing on me at the bar and then comes in to kiss me, I pull back and then look her in the eyes, then grab her hair, tilt her head and fucking make out with her some more. We dance, make out some more, I ramp up the dirty talk again, “I’m going to make you cum so many times… I’m going to have you dripping to your knees…” blah blah blah, she grabs me and kisses me again.
“C’mon, let’s get out of here,” I say…. and take her hand and try to take her to the door.
“No!” She says… and pulls her hand away, but kisses me again.
I take her back to the dance floor. More of the same, I try again, “let’s get out of here, let’s go for a walk…”
“No, I can’t!”
“Here, well, put your number in my phone…”
“No, I can’t!”
She kisses me again. We dance some more, make out some more, same old story…. Fuck! I want to fuck the shit out of this little Colombian girl!
Eventually, I get sick of all of the pulling and chasing, so I her push her away a bit, and kind of just dance by myself. She stands there for a couple seconds and then just turns around and runs off. Whatever….
I chill, go back to the bar. Tall Spanish Guy shakes my hand and tells me he’s leaving. I walk around a bit and I notice Poker Playing Engineer making out with the white girl on the dance floor. Good job!
I go find the black girl again and dance with her some more… too much, too soon, maybe, she pulls away and tells me I’m “a bit handsy”. I head to the other side of the dance floor and sit down for a bit. I catch a glimpse of the Colombian sitting down across the way talking to some fat Mexican guy. I catch her glimpse back towards me and I try to pretend I didn’t see her, and go back to dancing and minding my own business.
I head back to the bar and joke around with girls about something, and then I notice Colombian, white girl, and fat girl are leaving.
I walk to the door and catch them in the entrance area, I tell them good night, and Colombian runs ups to me to hug me and kiss me. I try to get her number,
“No, I can’t!”
I try to get her Facebook,
“No, I can’t!”
I look at her like she’s stupid.
“Give me your number!” She says and pulls out her phone. I give her my number, even though I know it’s bullshit. I never expect her to hit me up… so, they head out, but as they’re doing so, the fat girl comes up to me…. “you already know this I’m sure, but you are adorable.”
“Thanks. Have a nice night.”
“You too.”
I go back inside. The night is over though, so we basically just wind up leaving too….
Damn… no Colombian flag for me…
UPDATE: My wing texted me a couple weeks later about that night…
Date de début de l'évènement
27.01.2021
Date de fin de l'évènement
29.01.2021
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