hear hear.

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Looking for UK wings.

This happened last weekend, its not really a burn-out so much as technically I wasnt even hitting on the girl, but its funny and a learning experience on how to deal with bad blow outs, so here goes:

Im with a group of forty some people who took a bus from Copenhagen to Stockholm, for the sole intention of partying it up in THE hottest club in that fair blonde city to the north.

I have already secured a solid alpha spot in our group, and we are all up in the VIP section of this highly exclusive club, drinking tons of free booze. I have a fancy hat, which I misplace during the night. Now, its often that girls will steal this hat, and I see a pretty hot chick (not blonde tho!) dancing on the main floor with what I swear is my hat.

I approach her group and smile, try to get close to her but she gives me a really bad look before I can even open my mouth and dances away. She is swinging around and dancing all exotic TO HERSELF, nobody is with her on this show.. Her guy friend shows up in my face and I tell him in English the problem and he tries to explain to me that I "dont belong in this club." I just give him a smirk and turn to the girl and say loudly "Hey is that my hat?!" and reach out to point at it.

At which point a 40 year old midget in a tuxedo runs up and headbutts/rams me in the stomach.

He puts his little fists out like he is going to kick my ass and threatens verbally to do so. Ass-friend once again faces up and is threatening to get me kicked out and I am piss-drunk and getting REALLY fed up with their fucked up holier-than-thou attitude and seriously thinking of knocking his teeth out and just drop kicking that fucking little midget in his fat little head.

But I know better than that. I just put my hands up and say "Hey man I thought she had my hat, later" and walk away and they talk me down behind my back in Swedish...

I walk back to the group, and poke around, and lo and behold there is my hat under a sofa-chair. I pick it up, put it on, and walk back straight over to the rude guy. He has his back turned, and I grab his shoulder firmly and turn him around. You can see the look on his face, he is a bit scared, but I just take the brim of my hat with both hands, pull it snug down and give it a quarter turn with a tip in his direction, old school gangster like. Then I bring my hand up past his face and point at my hat, then point directly at her hat, all the while staring him coldly down.

I have their whole groups attention now (by the way, Im dressed to KILL and wearing a bright red feather boa as well) and even the bitch has stopped dancing.

I use their silence to explain in very solid, very loud danish that none of them had any business treating me like that for any reason whatsoever, and that they had all better grow up and learn some manners. I point down at the midget and say "especially you, or you will learn the hard way that you cant just go around attacking people in clubs." The girl cant even look me in the face, her eyes are down at my feet, the midget is pulling at his necktie and trying to walk away, and ass-friend actually apologizes to me in English.

I just shake my head at them and turn around and head back up the stairs to the VIP tables. My friends on the platform are laughing, and the party goes on..

Lesson learned? Opera Club in Stockholm is full unbelievably snobbish people, but you are still better than they are, so why not stick their noses in it?

Also, had I done anything different, the bouncers would not have hesitated to toss me, VIP or not.

I start to say my opener,

Me "Hey i..."

HB "FUCK OFF"

Me "haha your so adorable"

*slap, push, walk away*

Then her friends laugh and follow her...

Haha that was a fucked up way to start my night

At least it made me realize that there are some psycho PSMing HB's out there, but you cant let them get the best of you

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-Dre

If your going to question me, you better have a theory behind your argument.

"Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself."
-Harvey Fierstein

I threw up on a girl last night. you can guess the rest.

This thread is reminding me not to give a shit about the outcome. Either you get a close or you have a funny arse story to tell everyone!

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Gamed this HB 8 milf at the pub. I had her totally hooked on me. I isolated her by asking her if she could show me her motorbike. We went outside and she introduced me to her husband. Turned out to be a massive bikie dude with tats . I disappeared back into the pub pretty quickly!!!

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Me: "Hi" (With a smile)
HB: "No thanks"

At least there are some girls we dont have to worry about because they make it clear in the beginning i would have seriously gotten mad at that girl who dre tried to game but still happened to him not me

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Wow guys! Like you said it can't really care whether or not the set opens. It shouldn't matter to you really either way.

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Been around the world twice, Talked to everyone once...

Where do I start, I've never had a relationship,sex,been kissed nothing, zip zilch nada.

Well In high school the first girl I asked out said no! as she would. I was crazy about her and just went for it, total fail.

I've talked to numerous chicks some never really responded some used sheilds etc. but I was AFC at that time. So I guess its not so bad

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Minsok wrote: Women don't know what good looks are. They think that guy from Twilight is hot. Do what you have to make yourself think you're hot. If you know you're hot, then you are...So I know I'm hot, therefore I am hot.

This isent so much a rejection as a bad decision,
i went a to a carnival with some close friends and met up with some girls that we knew it was going really well and me and my friend were building massive kino with these 2 girls so im like ok its decision time which girl am i going to try for? i choose the tall blonde over the short cute girl. long story short the day after i got rejected by the blonde because she had a boyfriend and my friend started going out with the short cute girl.

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Do not follow where the path may lead.
Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.

This the the BEST thread ever. It just cracked me up. Especially the the post by Roady where he threw up on a girl !!!!!

Damn this is better than lay reports !!!!!

I don't have any bad blow outs as such except for the occasional ones in which I'm making out with a girl and her BF shows up ! but those dont count

I was out with some friends and was actually running a workshop for like 4 guys, with Zac Lui assisting me, when I had my worst blow out.

We had a really wicked night out doing some karaoke and had gone to a chinese place for some grub. It was about 3am and I was pretty tired from running around and teaching all day, but I'd had a few really great sets when we were at the bar earlier, so I figured I'd try my chances with an aquantance who was going to be flying to Europe in a week. I decided to use the same goodbye kiss routine that I used on the hottest girl in the bar earlier.

As we were saying goodbye, we got to the point where you hug and walk away, but instead I pointed to my left cheek. After we kissed each other's left cheeks, I said, "Right cheek" and kissed each other's right cheeks. Then I said, "Now lips." That's when everything went wrong and her eyes bugged out, she stepped back and started saying stuff like, "NO! That's NOT how you say goodbye!"

She left pretty quick after that and I stood there while everyone else said goodbye and felt pretty lame, but it was definitely funny after the fact. Just goes to show, you can't win 'em all.

This thread is back! Reminds me of another funny incident . . .

I joined a chef friend to a food industry trade show. Huge . . . Size of several football fields filled with vendors from all over the World = hot babes from all over the World.

So I was busy meeting lots of people. The "Tobasco Girls" were some of the hottest there. They were walking around in what were basically "Hooter's" outfits in their signature red and white color scheme. So when I got to their booth and the hottest of the bunch offered me samples, I got good and ready.

I don't remember everything word for word but it went something like:

Me: "Hello . . . wow, you're looking hot . . .and spicy!"

Her: "Which sauce would you like to try?"

Then we conversed about all the flavors . .. blah, blah, blah . . .

Me: "You better sign me up for the spiciest one."

Her: "But that sauce is really spicy. Is that OK? Can you do spicy?"

Me:(Acting all cocky and staring right at her face) Well, I am an International Daredevil after all . . .

So she took a cracker and drizzled their spiciest sauce . . . Now, I can do spicy. . . everything from Mexican spicy to Thailand spicy . . .no problem. For some reason, I thought it would be funny to "pretend" that the sauce was TOO spicy for me, act goofy and then tell her with a straight face, "Is that all you got?"

But as I ate the cracker + craziest sauce of them all, I choked a bit and the sauce went down my windpipe and I really did begin to choke. And instead of a sympathetic look on her face, she stared at me as if she was staring at a pile of puke. Then I looked up and tried to recover, a long string of drool dripped down from the corner of my mouth. I caught it with my hands.

She kept her disgusted look and just flipped me a napkin real quick.

I wiped . . . "thank you, cough, cough . . ." . . .and walked away.

And I guess the point of this thread is to show that blowouts are really NOTHING. The above incident occurred on a Thursday at the show where I got 10+ phone numbers. I nearly kissed a "booth girl", when her "associate" saw us and went, "What's going on here?!?!?"

I replied, "We're flirting, do you mind?"

She went, "So unprofessional!" (Laughing)

I went, "Yes . . . yes, I am extremely unprofessional." (But never got the kiss and only the number)

That Friday, I went to a wedding rehearsal where I grabbed a handful of numbers and made out with two guests.

That Saturday was the wedding and after the banquet, (Where I played the perfect gentleman) we went to an after hours party at a club where I got a fistful of numbers and also managed to sneak my way into a "models" kissing merry-go-round. (What's the deal with these girls? They kiss half the damn club . . .just stick your head in there.)

Sunday morning (wedding) brunch . . . sat next to one of my "kissing victims" from Friday and just enjoyed a great chat. (Lives in another country so we both knew that there is nothing more . . . )

In between all those numbers and the fun, believe me . . . there were plenty other "blowouts" and "embarrassments'. Just go with it. Laugh about it from the bottom of your GUTS and roll with it. There's always another target . . . another day. . .

Went something like this:

Me: "Hey, I..."
Her: "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!"
Me: "I didn't even say anything."
Her: "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" *push*

Random guys steps in. "Dude, what the fuck are you doing? Get out of here."

Fucked up...

I go up to a girl and I said excuse me and next thing she says is "excuse me we don't talk to guys that are ugly"... haha I told her it looked like somebody took a dump on her face anyways lol and her face dropped.

FUCK!!! I don't have any good stories like these. The only embarassing one I could remember is I opened a lone HB9 at the bar. I was like 2 minutes in, really seemed to be going nicely,,, she was friendly, had good eye contact,,, and sure enough,,, here comes her fucking date!

I don't know why,,, I just fucking sort of panicked. I think I actually told him I was sorry that I was hitting on his date. It was so AFC. But he was a cool guy. He got a laugh out of it. So did I.

Oh well.