Candian Personals

As more people fill the basement girls are already working on their second drinks and raising the flirtation bar with their alcoholic confidence. Some move closer to our group and draw attention to themselves by dancing with each other. Two girls walkover, introduce themselves and follow with, “we just wanted to come and talk to you guys because you looked interesting”. After handshakes all around, I back out of the conversation and let my boys take over. Too many cocks in the pot and the night is still early.

Dating hangout

Maybe it’s a Thursday night at a local hipster hangout. Down stairs in the basement the night’s theme party is Brazilian. The girls are abundant and young, for some reason we seem outnumbered. My boys and I stand in half open circle nonchalantly holding our drinks and having a light conversation. Two of them are my regular wingmen, and nights like these are all too common for us. The other guy is a rookie, trying to get into the swing of things and improve his game. By this point girls are breaking their necks looking over at us but pretending not to be. We notice but just keep on talking.

Meet Canadian Singles

I pull back and look around, only half an hour till closing time. I see one of my boys sitting down with one of the girls that introduced themselves to us earlier on his lap, making out. He looks at me and knowingly nods. My other boy whispers something into her friend’s ear, they take off and leave, he nods goodbye. This dancer turns around and rubs her ass against my boner to the music. With a drink in one hand and the other hand on her body, I think to myself this is another night. The type of night where everything seems effortless, girls are approaching and wanting. Everyone will have a story to tell the next morning. Four guys each at different parts of the game and life.But you wonder how many more nights like this each one of us will have. Nights where practice and theory meet execution and victory is flawless, not just for the individual but for the whole group. As rare as they are nights like these seem to happen and remind all of us why we do this, the chase. Nights where you walk out of the bar with the girl you want and feel like a king.

Personals Online

Finally there’s one that’s just my type. She’s 5’10 and built like a dancer with a slender torso that goes down to the thickest phatty I’ve seen since the perfect woman. Her hair is extremely curly and suggests a middle eastern background. The rookie opens her but she’s completely combative, the back story is she knows about one of my boy’s blog and knows that we’re friends with him. After a mountain of shit testing it looked hopeless until she found out I was Nigerian, turns out her ex was Nigerian. Thirty minutes later we’re buying each other drinks at the bar. Minutes after that; at the bar, she has her hands under my shirt while we’re talking. I have my hands on her ass, I’m squeezing, pulling her into me. Finally we’re making out in the club.

Single Women Dating

As I lean back and observe the scene I feel a finger tap me in the center of my back, I turn around and two girls are sitting there smiling at me. The brave one speaks up, “that’s a funny place to put a button on a Jacket, is that where your cape is supposed to go”. Women with bad pick up lines come with the territory. But I take their obvious hint and start chatting up both of them, I can tell the South American girl is the one into me, I peeped her peeping me earlier. She’s a little thick but I’d still, “giver her that good dick”. They move to the dance floor but I don’t follow, again it’s too early. I go back and start a conversation with the rookie.