Social Butterfly: A butterfly is commonly seen in bars so first stop, club near my place. Rainy Friday Night. People inthe club are few and quite boring. As i was about to leave; there, standing in the center of the dancefloor, an HB 9. she was circled by a group of guy friends (Tester). She was constantly dragged and kissed another guy, don't know if he was hitting on her(justifier). (what would a career-focused woman would do in a noisy club? defenitely, she is an idealist)
I think she was quite drunk. Women change their type according to the situation they were experiencing. Now, i know she is a butterfly. But i have to make sure so I approached her.
Me: A princess with lots of toads waitibg for her to kiss one of them.
HB: Haha! yeah, lots of toad friends
Me:Are you not irritated? I mean, they all look that they want something from you.
HB: I don't care as long as i am having fun!
Me: Really? so what makes you so special? (style's ev routine)
HB: I'm beautiful.
Me: Beauty is common. tell me more about you (mystery method)
HB: i can dance
Me: Oh? So could you do me a lap dance? ( I don't know why i said that. I'm not drunk, i don't even drank alcohol that time. i was thinking "shit, i was about to ask you about the weather.")
HB: If you could take all these toads away from me (us frame, and also a bait. don't fall for shit tests. Butterflies have the habit of sizing you up)
Me: I will(pause...pause. .pause) after you kiss me infront of them (bait)
suddenly, she kissed me. i took her hand and ran away from the dance floor. i dont wanna get punched, you know. We were outside the club. Good thing her friends aren't warfreaks and i think they were having fun by themselves. Good. Good.Good.
I was writing this report LIVE. she noticed it.
HB: whatcha doin'?
Me: writing reports on different types of women.
HB: really? cool!
Me: where's my lap dance?
HB: i would only give it to you after you catch me
(after being said, she ran! dammit, is this what alcohol can do to your body?)I just ignored her and continued typing. Im tired as hell and I know that i won't get that lap dance.
HB: Uy! don't you want your lap dance? (now she is making a scandal. her voice is too loud)
Me: No, i dont wanna fuck you in public.
HB: uhh, too bad
(silence)Me: Here, drink this ( i bought a coffee for her)
I didn't realised that as we were talking, we were heading straight to a motel (like it just happened, i don't want to fuck her, i'm tired as hell! i was just playing hard-to-get to get info out of her. Suddenly, i felt connection between us. It's no horniness nor lust, it is like....Destiny. haha! cheesy
Now, inside the motel, we were talking about ourselves. I learned that she is a volleyball varsity in her school. I also learned that she is a "not official daughter of her parents". then, she cried (i think i shouldn't be a PUA, i think i should be a psychologist. haha) after that, we made out and *TOOT* censored. You know what happened.