I scoffed at Casanova’s rule for seduction which is to tell a beautiful woman she is intelligent and an intelligent woman she is beautiful. But after friday night......
On this eventful Friday after spending around two hours in Washington Hotel rooftop, I’m convinced the alcohol there has some hallucinogenic properties and decided to go somewhere else. Steve my friend suggested Chi-cha, which is his favorite place and we meet four of Steve's friends and girl friend of Sunny, one of the guy. This girl is slim, a natural blond, taller than me and very pretty.
Steve started talking about our pleasant but strange experience earlier in Washington hotel and in the middle I took over. After a while I'm talking to Sunny and his GF only. His GF is showing lot of interest in the story by asking many questions, I tried to answer and we were having a fun time. Out of the blue Sunny claims, he saw me making out with three girls the other night.
I'm displeased now; one might have described it as "profanity laced thought". I look at him, he look like he will be consistent in his shameless sacrilege, so I stopped communicating with him and his GF and turn to others.
Later at night, I inquire Sunny about his comment and his reaction was, he thought I was hitting on his GF and she was showing interest so he got upset.
In unrelated news, I"m not into someone else's GF or blonds, unless I'm intoxicated with at least 5 shots of virgin Indian arrack. This is also the point I will start painting funny looking Martians, since that has never happened, I think I will never be into both.
Steve started talking about our pleasant but strange experience earlier in Washington hotel and in the middle I took over. After a while I'm talking to Sunny and his GF only. His GF is showing lot of interest in the story by asking many questions, I tried to answer and we were having a fun time. Out of the blue Sunny claims, he saw me making out with three girls the other night.
I'm displeased now; one might have described it as "profanity laced thought". I look at him, he look like he will be consistent in his shameless sacrilege, so I stopped communicating with him and his GF and turn to others.
Later at night, I inquire Sunny about his comment and his reaction was, he thought I was hitting on his GF and she was showing interest so he got upset.
In unrelated news, I"m not into someone else's GF or blonds, unless I'm intoxicated with at least 5 shots of virgin Indian arrack. This is also the point I will start painting funny looking Martians, since that has never happened, I think I will never be into both.
I'm sure this Friday will go down in history. It started pretty innocuous but that will change soon.
I rolled into Washington bar around 9. While I was waiting for a drink, a girl beside me asked where my friends are. My peripheral vision tells me, not only she has blessed facial features but more. Immediately I remember my ex's advice "Raj, You moron! Nipples are BLIND" so I focus on her face. I tell her I'm alone and she was curious why. I start telling her about what happened today.
Today, on this eventful Friday, I got dumped!
So I decided to go out alone and have couple of drinks to regurgitate about why this cute Alaskan girl, lets call her Liz, dumped me after a wonderful evening( at least that's what I thought) on Monday.
Karma being the bitch that she is, my activities always eventually catch up to me. Last time, I walked out of an Alaskan girl. To all Alaskans, we are EVEN now.
I met Liz here at OKC and decided to meet at Rouge bar last Monday at 7. I believe its easy to beat Mike Tyson in the ring, but parking in DC is a whole different game. After 25 minutes of hard labor I find a spot, in the middle I call Liz, she sounds like a drug dealer with police on her tail. I text her frantically apologizing and I walked in to Rouge bar almost immediately.
Liz is sitting at a table alone sipping some white wine, visibly upset but relieved at the same time to see me. I'm mentally prepared for my "what happened to her face" expression, but she looks more elegant in person especially in a blue dress. I make a mental note to buy a Maryland lottery on the way back home. Well, what are the odds for this to happen?
We hug, begin to order a drink and the waitress ask me, why are you scratching your beard, I noticed her tone is little hoarse, may be because I was late, I shot back, I"'m trying to grow a mustache, should it curl up or down". I don’t know why, suddenly she became polite, may be her tip radar got activated.
Me and Liz start 'getting to know each other'. Among other things I tell her, Pamela Anderson has natural tits, she insists they are fake. I won’t budge, but she don’t let go her position. I say, "anyway I'm not into big tits". She glared at me as if I turned down sex with Megan Fox. I quickly change the subject and ask her to write "I'm forced to write this" on a piece of paper to analyze her handwriting and she is happy to oblige.
Who knew, Tyche blessed me this day, she has depth. Immediately I reiterated my mental note to include VA lottery too to my lottery list. I suggest we will go to some place else since the weather is perfect for a walk. We are walking holding each other to Logan Tavern which is about couple of blocks away. We order more drinks and now I start to like her more.
Liz told me about rain deer sandwich in Alaska, until that moment I had no idea a sandwich will trigger my kiss-her button and went in for the kiss. She murmur kissing at the end and turn her cheek to me. Geez! This girl has "rules". I hate rules, but I kiss her anyway on her cheek.
I rolled into Washington bar around 9. While I was waiting for a drink, a girl beside me asked where my friends are. My peripheral vision tells me, not only she has blessed facial features but more. Immediately I remember my ex's advice "Raj, You moron! Nipples are BLIND" so I focus on her face. I tell her I'm alone and she was curious why. I start telling her about what happened today.
Today, on this eventful Friday, I got dumped!
So I decided to go out alone and have couple of drinks to regurgitate about why this cute Alaskan girl, lets call her Liz, dumped me after a wonderful evening( at least that's what I thought) on Monday.
Karma being the bitch that she is, my activities always eventually catch up to me. Last time, I walked out of an Alaskan girl. To all Alaskans, we are EVEN now.
I met Liz here at OKC and decided to meet at Rouge bar last Monday at 7. I believe its easy to beat Mike Tyson in the ring, but parking in DC is a whole different game. After 25 minutes of hard labor I find a spot, in the middle I call Liz, she sounds like a drug dealer with police on her tail. I text her frantically apologizing and I walked in to Rouge bar almost immediately.
Liz is sitting at a table alone sipping some white wine, visibly upset but relieved at the same time to see me. I'm mentally prepared for my "what happened to her face" expression, but she looks more elegant in person especially in a blue dress. I make a mental note to buy a Maryland lottery on the way back home. Well, what are the odds for this to happen?
We hug, begin to order a drink and the waitress ask me, why are you scratching your beard, I noticed her tone is little hoarse, may be because I was late, I shot back, I"'m trying to grow a mustache, should it curl up or down". I don’t know why, suddenly she became polite, may be her tip radar got activated.
Me and Liz start 'getting to know each other'. Among other things I tell her, Pamela Anderson has natural tits, she insists they are fake. I won’t budge, but she don’t let go her position. I say, "anyway I'm not into big tits". She glared at me as if I turned down sex with Megan Fox. I quickly change the subject and ask her to write "I'm forced to write this" on a piece of paper to analyze her handwriting and she is happy to oblige.
Who knew, Tyche blessed me this day, she has depth. Immediately I reiterated my mental note to include VA lottery too to my lottery list. I suggest we will go to some place else since the weather is perfect for a walk. We are walking holding each other to Logan Tavern which is about couple of blocks away. We order more drinks and now I start to like her more.
Liz told me about rain deer sandwich in Alaska, until that moment I had no idea a sandwich will trigger my kiss-her button and went in for the kiss. She murmur kissing at the end and turn her cheek to me. Geez! This girl has "rules". I hate rules, but I kiss her anyway on her cheek.
I might give up on Yankees, but kiss is another matter. I tell her, I've no shame and I'm gonna kiss you today rain or shine. From then on, I will tell her, I will kiss you in 3 to 5 minutes and go in for the kiss probably in a minute. Every time she turns her cheek playfully. hmm, she is enjoying playing hard to get. I love challenges so I oblige. We went through this process for about 10 times and now its time to leave.
We get out and we kissed and frankly I didnt like it, it seemed like a protocol. I consider myself as a spontaneous person, so I tell her lets move a little bit here. She tells me, 'thats all I get'. I'm taken aback now, that statement is not right on so many levels. I dont even accept the premise to start with. So I let her know my displeasure and we move to the corner, kiss again and we leave.
On the way home, I get a text thanking for a wonderful evening and especially the company. We talk a bit and say good night. We talk text till Friday and here is the text
Me: What are your schedule for next few days, I would like to meet you sometime.
Liz: I'm swamped till my graduation (her MS) and may be we could meet after that.
Me: Are you a player?
Liz: No, I'm a busy student who has priorities and if you don't understand that, I'm sorry!
Me: Look, I was just trying to continue the conversation from Mon night, so dont make me feel bad to make you feel good. Thats not fair.
Liz: I've priorities, if you dont understand it, its not fair either.
Me: I'm not interested in a back and forth, thats not my idea of any relationship, lets be friends and I mean it sincerely.
Liz: Well lets be friends then, and see what happens when I'm done with my grad.
Me: Sometimes things dont turn the way we want, I understand that and I want you to know that.
Liz: Cool, likewise.
Me: I'm not sure, I will believe you when I see some evidence.
Now I'm explaining all this to this girl in the bar, then I noticed a bizarre spectacle, the more I tell her what a BIG loser I'm and could be a borderline nymphomaniac, the more she is getting interested in me. She is asking thousands of questions, talking about her parents and 'milan' her childhood sweetheart etc.
When I mention about my persistent maneuver to kiss a girl she reckon, unlike most men who think ONLY about sex I might think about foreplay too or may be her gene that identify suitable male for her is on a vacation in Caribbean, I'm not sure.
This phenomenon piqued the curiosity neurons in my brain. So I decided to open the Pandora's box by talking to more females and get to the bottom of this.
About same time, I got a text from my friend lets call him Steve who apparently thought couple of drinks will be a good idea to blow off some steam from his Phd train and wanted to join me. He will get more than he wished for and I texted him where i was and he will soon join me.
Then I talked about Liz to a group of 3 females, a group of 4 guys and a female and then to a guys only group. Interestingly every guys were sympathetic to me, but females started showing interest in me. Since I was not in a romantic mood, I politely ejected every time. This is the point Steve suggested chi-cha.
We get out and we kissed and frankly I didnt like it, it seemed like a protocol. I consider myself as a spontaneous person, so I tell her lets move a little bit here. She tells me, 'thats all I get'. I'm taken aback now, that statement is not right on so many levels. I dont even accept the premise to start with. So I let her know my displeasure and we move to the corner, kiss again and we leave.
On the way home, I get a text thanking for a wonderful evening and especially the company. We talk a bit and say good night. We talk text till Friday and here is the text
Me: What are your schedule for next few days, I would like to meet you sometime.
Liz: I'm swamped till my graduation (her MS) and may be we could meet after that.
Me: Are you a player?
Liz: No, I'm a busy student who has priorities and if you don't understand that, I'm sorry!
Me: Look, I was just trying to continue the conversation from Mon night, so dont make me feel bad to make you feel good. Thats not fair.
Liz: I've priorities, if you dont understand it, its not fair either.
Me: I'm not interested in a back and forth, thats not my idea of any relationship, lets be friends and I mean it sincerely.
Liz: Well lets be friends then, and see what happens when I'm done with my grad.
Me: Sometimes things dont turn the way we want, I understand that and I want you to know that.
Liz: Cool, likewise.
Me: I'm not sure, I will believe you when I see some evidence.
Now I'm explaining all this to this girl in the bar, then I noticed a bizarre spectacle, the more I tell her what a BIG loser I'm and could be a borderline nymphomaniac, the more she is getting interested in me. She is asking thousands of questions, talking about her parents and 'milan' her childhood sweetheart etc.
When I mention about my persistent maneuver to kiss a girl she reckon, unlike most men who think ONLY about sex I might think about foreplay too or may be her gene that identify suitable male for her is on a vacation in Caribbean, I'm not sure.
This phenomenon piqued the curiosity neurons in my brain. So I decided to open the Pandora's box by talking to more females and get to the bottom of this.
About same time, I got a text from my friend lets call him Steve who apparently thought couple of drinks will be a good idea to blow off some steam from his Phd train and wanted to join me. He will get more than he wished for and I texted him where i was and he will soon join me.
Then I talked about Liz to a group of 3 females, a group of 4 guys and a female and then to a guys only group. Interestingly every guys were sympathetic to me, but females started showing interest in me. Since I was not in a romantic mood, I politely ejected every time. This is the point Steve suggested chi-cha.
I think Casanova's point is valid. When it comes to relationship, women tend to believe the exact opposite of what they hear. I know……… profound.
I need to get some pointers on OKC from you, you're a machine with getting dates from there
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