Missing The Orgy

I’ve been slacking on my blogging this week, but here’s a quick update:

Tonight I was invited to a party by a female friend (she has a boyfriend and I have no interest in her anyway… not cute and unfeminine, in my opinion). She pitched the party to me as “mostly girls and a bunch of ecstasy.” I don’t do drugs myself, but being surrounded by girls taking MDMA sounded like a pretty good situation. I was in.

I left my house at 10:45 (it was only 5 minutes away), and as I’m getting in my car, she texts me saying, “The cops busted the party. We’re all leaving.”

I drove over there anyway and pulled some reconnaissance on the house. It was obvious a party had happened there, but there really was no one to be found.

So I drove a little further down Laurel Canyon and onto the Sunset Strip. I parked my car and walked into one of the bars I’m more familiar with over there.

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It took me a few minutes to warm up, but I was able to start some situational sets based on waiting for drinks by the bar. I would tease girls that they bumped into me or cut me in line, and from there, I had enough of a base to work with for the night.

It’s 5 a.m. and I’m tired as shit. But basically, I bounced around a couple different sets, I ended up going home with some girls and making out with one who is moving away from LA after this weekend (she was probably the least hot one in the group, though she had huge tits I got to squeeze for a few minutes… lol).

I exchanged info with her friends who live here, though, and I’ll probably hang with them again. There were also some girls I met at a concert last month that I ran into at the bar. That set went kind of strangely… I recognized one girl even though the other one had given me her number. Then the one who gave me her number just kept accusing me of liking her friend more (shit test). I just kept insisting that I think they’re both attractive girls but it wasn’t my fault because she had bangs last time and not now, so how was I supposed to know it was her… Eventually, her friend said they needed to have “girl time” and asked me to leave. That’s why you need a good wingman… I’m Mr. Solo Dolo out here, oh well.

There was another HOT blonde chick at the bar, I really wanted to talk to her but it was getting toward closing time. Then she came over and planted herself right next to me and the girl I was talking to (the one I ended up making out with later).

I was like– fuck it– the girl I’d been talking to was like a 5, and this other girl was at least an 8, so I started talking to the hot one. She was completely hammered and could barely string 2 words together. She said she was looking for the guy she was there with. He ended up being just a few feet away at the bar. Even though she was a slurred mess, I’d still like to think we got a nice little vibe going. Once she saw her guy, she walked over to him and I found my 5 to continue talking to her (she had walked back over to her friends once I started ignoring her).

I walked back over to the 5, but then a minute later I saw the 8 alone at the bar again. What is an enterprising gamesman like myself to do? I walked right the fuck back over to her, obviously. We joked around and I teased her for talking so slow (and acting drunk). She said the guy she was there with was just a friend, and it was not a date, and she said, “because if it was a date I wouldn’t be talking to you.” After that, she said I was her type because I was handsome and Jewish, and so I asked her name and said I’d look her up on Facebook to hang another time. So that was, in my opinion, the biggest victory in a night of only minor victories.

Anyway, at least I got out of the house…