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.
CHAT