| Okay, I'm starting to think I might be too alpha. The other night I was at "Club Zero," (a local hotspot that is usually filled to the brim with hb8s and up) and I saw a HB9 at the bar. I immediately slammed down my drink, stood, and ran straight at her. Needless to say, she was a bit shocked when, within three seconds, I closed a gap of fourteen feet and was within an inch of her face.
"What's the problem?" I said.
"W--w--what?" was all she managed.
"I saw you staring at me. What the fuck is your problem."
At this point I noticed her friend, a skinny redhead who looked kinda masculine, giving me the evil eye. I pointed directly at her. "I'll beat your friends fucking ass, too, you bitch!"
I always pull this routine. I find with HB9s and above, you have to disarm them immedietly. Anyway, cut to the chase, ten minutes later and I"m about to get a # close.
And then it happened: Her cell phone started to ring.
For the first five or so rings, I talked overly it as loudly as possible. So loud, in fact, that I'm pretty sure people across the dance floor had stopped dancing and began staring at me. Anyway, she takes the call and starts looking shocked, stunned, maybe sort of distraught.
I was so in state and had them hooked on the routine I was doing at the time i was like 'fuck it, this will cheer her up'. So I carry on with this teddy bear line I love to use: 'I lost my teddy bear," I said, and they all gave me bewildered looks. I didn't hold back. "Wanna fuck?!?!?!' I scream so loud the whole bar can hear.
Unfortunately, it turns out the call was her aunt. She called to tell her that her mother had just been rushed into hospital with a heart attack. Man I feel like a dick but i guess it was just bad luck right?
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