The dance floor started to heat up after the bikini contest, but not in the way you’d think…
There would be B+ entertainment of this sort for the rest of the weekend.
The girls went off on their own for a while. Black Thunder thought I was crazy for letting them leave, but I reassured him that it was all part of the plan.
Me: “It gives us a chance to talk to other girls and not seem like I’m too into them.”
BT: “Whatever you say brotha. Next round!”
Most of the remaining girls were already locked down or not aesthetically pleasing enough to bother approaching. We found Cosmo and her sister sitting down at one of the tables off to the side where there were fewer people congregated.
Cosmo: “Thanks for rescuing us from that douchebag earlier.”
Me: “He brought it on himself. Anyway…”
We went through the motions of simple pleasantries and small talk while Black Thunder did his best to occupy Cosmo’s sister. He played his part perfectly by ushering her away to the dance floor. We were finally alone, so I turned up the charm… and after what seemed like forever, it was finally working. When I went for the kiss she was a bit taken back so I tried teasing her. I could tell she was more worried about what her sister thought than anything else. Luckily, Black Thunder gave me enough time to keep working on her for a while.
When they finally returned to the table, I pushed my luck a few more times by continuing the PDA. My ballsy approached seemed to work because Cosmo wasn’t fighting it anymore. Unfortunately for me, a drunk passerby and a bathroom break screwed up the momentum.
It was time to go. Cosmo’s sister had to be up early and she’d driven them both there. Since they lived an hour away, my run was over.
After a half-hearted goodbye they were on their way. Cosmo would later text me that she had a good time and wanted to make tentative plans for lunch. I wasn’t interested, but kept her around as a back up in case she actually came back into town the following evening.
Black Thunder and I, bloated from those awful watered down cocktails, left the party and headed back up the boardwalk towards the hotel where things were heating up at the bar inside.
Typical Coyote Ugly rip off. Half of the girls were average looking, but it was still a good show.
The drinks were ridiculously cheap, so it wasn’t long before we were both completely hammered. The bar itself is difficult to describe. Imagine an old, open, cordoned off wild west wooden enclosure surrounding the bar in the middle of a casino. At most, it could probably hold 50-75 people — the exits poorly monitored by security. Apparently, minors and fighting were always a big problem.
The place was packed with mostly people under thirty, but there were a few groups of men and women in their 30s and 40s keeping to themselves. The night’s impromptu entertainment was a midget with a microphone cheering on couple of elderly break dancers. Don’t believe me?
A fight broke out at one point with some random 20 somethings. I used it and the break dancers as my openers for the rest of the night. Before I realized it I was on auto-pilot, plowing through women, getting numbers, accepting free shots from strange women (including one cougar), and trying to make plans for the getaway. The biggest obstacle for me was that all the girls I came across were in groups. The cockblock factor was at an all time high, and though you would think the logistics would be as simple as getting her upstairs to my room… it simply wasn’t with this crowd.
One of the girls who approached me was a huge flirt (with everyone) and was trying to pull this other girl friend back to her place. Apparently, I wasn’t quite wild enough for them that particular night and I lost track of them at one point.
Another was a thick, horribly busted Asian whose group of friends I was trying to infiltrate. Unfortunately, I failed… and only ended up with her number before they left for another casino.
The night was quickly spiraling away from where I’d intended. None of these interactions were leading anywhere.
By 4am I had collected something close to 6 numbers (excluding Cosmo). Black Thunder had left me alone to do my thing. The place was winding down and I was trying to get this cute blond back to my room. She was definitely feeling me and it was the second girl I’d managed to make out with that night (only this one didn’t mind the PDA in front of her friends). Getting her to leave with me proved impossible… those bitches were like a chain gang penis denying machine.
Fine. Whatever. I give up.
It was too late to text the other girls whose numbers I had gathered, but I sent out a simple text to each of them anyway. I wouldn’t get a response until the next morning… a very, very anti-climatic end to day one.
“Tomorrow”, I decided, I would go balls deep… and that I did.
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