| OK, so I just moved down to Malta (in the middle of the Mediterranean.. and wow I need to move to a sea I can actually spell, seriously!), so new place, new vibes. I'm also VERY new to the game, to the point where I've got very limited experience with its techniques etc.
Basically, I'm a fish out of water.
So, an ex-colleague manages to end up coming down to Malta for a 1-week holiday with his best bud (both metal loving brits, if you've heard of that breed). They happened to come across this HB7, but stripper, chick at one of the local stripclubs where she was working as it makes her more money than as an emergency room nurse (or whatever!). The somehow manage to leave with her but nothing happens between any of them. They hang around with her for a couple of days before this happens...
Us guys all go out Sat night, just gonna have a blast, get shitfaced, talk bout nothing and everything.. when the stripper, Maria, enters the picture.... with the ABSOUTELY WORST AFC I HAVE EVER MET; I didn't know this at the time, but realized later he's under the impression they've been dating for 5 months while they've actually never even kissed! He funds her apartment (to which he has no key), sponsor her drinks (to avoid her accepting drinks from other guys) etc. LOL. Anyhow;
We sit down, I can't even remember if I manage to introduce myself to her or if I'm just completely oblivious to her arrival. I'm really not in the mood for hitting on her anyhow, as the situation was, with this dude completely acting as if they were dating, it was uncool to even go there. Plus, I really don't care as my first priority is hooking up with my buddy.
Anyhow, we sit down, have a great time and I have pretty much no communication with her for the first hour or two (actually not quite certain on this point, I tend to feel 100% sober but day after I tend to remember only the highlights) at which point I bust her balls severely for smoking, stating that smoking kills, reminding her suicide is a sin and telling her how I just quit smoking bla bla. At this point we've also got this huge Turkish water-pipe with some non-nicotine filling, which she is absolutely forcing on me, to which I refuse multiple times, manage to exclaim "I blow in the face of danger" (yah, not native english speaker, I know!) for the intense enjoyment of the british cast members, busting her balls for smoking, telling her something along the lines of "I'll smoke but by NOT by your request. If Andy here asks me, I'll consider a puff or 2" which just makes her even more intent of making me smoke. I stand my ground, and through body language tell her to fuck off.
At this point she "hates me" and will "kill me". She keeps repeating this over and over again (note: I might actually have insulted her. I'm not very smooth while shitfaced). This actually goes on for a long, long time.
Her spectacle continues, possibly/probably amped stay completely indifferent to this, not caring at all (other than possibly for her "BF" believing her BS to be real and causing a scene) until it's time to take off to another bar, grabbing a hotdog etc on the way down. She still won't let off and is at this point getting herself mightily worked up.
So we arrive at the last bar, it's really getting late, and I decide its time to put the hammer down before shit goes completely out of control, asking her to throw some real insuts instead of repeating the same old boring crap. Then I follow up with "lets just be friends", give her 2.5 sec eye contact, then focus back on the guys (who was more interesting at the time anyway). She suggests we all go swimming, I declare this is a fine idea, and pull the guys with me (less her "BF" who gets upset and takes off -- him being upset I am completely unaware of till the next morning when she shows me the message (which is quiiiiiite nasty!) lol).
Anyhow, my buddys mate Andy has been openly flirting with her the entire night, so he joins up in the ocean (this is a public beach, right next to the party-area, so underwear etc stays on). It gets cold/boring and both Andy and myself get out of the water, take a few drunkass pictures and gets dressed. This attention freak won't get out of the water, something of neglible concern to us (other than, what if she ACTUALLY drowns!). We show her we're taking off and persuade her to get dressed while we're walking away.
My mates take off, and I walk with my Norwegian friend (who was busy talking to my ex-colleague most of the night and no importance to events) up towards taxi stands/my apt. At this point, though, she's been much faster than us and is waiting for us, knowing we'll pass through. We walk towards the taxi stand and at the first point of me hinting that I won't be taking a taxi cause I live too close (literally less than a kilometer from the party area to my apartment), she shows concern at how to get home. I tell her I've got a couch she's more than welcome to borrow, but also remind her that its 730am and buses has resumed service. She goes for the couch. We arrive outside my place, walk inside the apt complex, everythins seems fine.
In the elevator, she literally jumps me! What the fuck! Brazilian Stripper - CHECK!
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OK, so that's the story. I want every comment you may have. For the record, I'm still an AFC, with serious intentions of becoming a PUA. I have yet to open a set and am currently studying openers, theories etc to avoid completely crashing and burning, but I have changed my body language and showing off indifference to the point that today I actually spotted not one, but TWO HB's staring at me (one behind the counter at McD's, one sitting at a sidewalk cafe). That never happens to me. Except now it does! And I didn't even change anything, except buy a new set of Boss, buy 2 new shirts, dress up proper at daytime, and get my facial skin under proper control (by stop smoking and PROPERLY rubbing it with decent facewash). Very minor stuff that makes me look 5 years healthier (I am 25, looked 28 now look 23. Except for my damn fucked up teeth I cant afford to fix -- yet)
I have a lot of questions, but I'd like to see what your comments are before shooting them all out. The big one I've got right now is if I should've smacked her down earlier and if I was being way too harsh on her/possibly insulted her early on, how could this have been done differently?
Also, I think the entire key to this pull wasn't that I know what the fuck I'm doing but SOLELY because of outcome indifference. Right? Wrong? Some game, some indifference, lots of luckboxing?
Comments, please!
Thanks guys, love you all and I love the new world!
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