Imagine.
Imagine you hang out with this super hot female. Rihanna, Bella Hadid or whatever flows your boat. You are having a good fun, she laugh to your jokes you feel amazing.
Then you hear a guy coming, he doesn’t acknowledge you and talk to her. She just chat then she tells you it’s a guy she met. The guy greets and leave. You shrug it off.
Still having fun with the girl, rocking, she is having a good time. Then you both leave. As you are outside the premise, you get ready to say something nice to the hot babe. Maybe inviting her to another place another day, why not maybe continue to your place.
But the you hear the same voice. Damn the same fucking guy. You don’t know what he says. But she answers, “I am here with my good friend”. And you are dead. She leaves you and go to the man, he is in his car. She goes talking to the man in his car by his window. She is hapyp, she speaks with him. You see her giving him her phone number and say call me anytime. You feel dead inside. You are sad. You see the guy leaving in his crappy fucking car. The guy doesnt even acknowledge you, or her. Because he won. And you know he will bang her. You hear your female friend speaking shit but you don’t care because you know you’ve lost. Again. To whom?
Lol
But let’s imagine you are the other guy, the man who left in the crappy car with your Rihanna phone number and a sure fuck. Yeah you are the other guy.
The John fuckin WIngliss!
Damn that’s what I pull, I was the other guy. After I did that I find the whole situation funny. I was really selfish and I would usually feel bad for the guy friend but I did not care. I was dick driven lol.
I pulled some out of space atomic bomb. She is so hot. I could have bang her just outside my car in daylight. To be honest I mean no idea how I did it.
But fuck inside I am so anxious and all one-ities lol. I have been thinking about this and her since 3 full days non stop. Full on recon.