Damn. I was just standing behind the bar, fairly drunk, 9:30am, standard shit really, and this tall, thin, dark, athletic Romanian beauty walks in, stares me down, then just comes behind the bar and starts making out with me.
We go into the kitchen where things get kinda heavy. Then we come back to the bar and I make her clean all the glasses.
Later she said she had to go back with her friends so I physically tried to carry her to my apartment and got about 300m down the street before I got tired and gave into her (token) resistance.
Learning to get one of these beautiful Eastern European hostesses back into my apartment has had a steep learning curve so far, but I’m starting to realise that it will require more not listening to girls saying ‘no’ (a dangerous, but necessary game), and also more upper body strength.
To the gym it is then.
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Double down.
Boxing and circuit training. Kick it old school.
Ps. To pull big game you need to employ all the weapons in your armoury
Damn that is so true.
Can’t help but feel this blog post will end up being used as evidence in a criminal prosecution at one point.
I can pinpoint the exact moment when you crashed and burnt… ‘and I make her clean all the glasses.’