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The 'Crazy Little Holiday'
I've got a story for you. A story from my Crazy Little Holiday. I hope you enjoy it, and that it inspires you to take action yourself when you're next out. I'm in the Club, looking around, and I spot her. She's an Angel. Lovely black hair, eyes like Cleopatra, and a smile that lights up the room. The prettiest face you could imagine, an Exotic Angel. She's working behind the bar, and ALL the guys are drooling. I think to myself, “she is mine, I will get her.” This is shortly after my arrival back in my home town here in Norway, after spending a few years in the exotic Gold Coast, Australia. I have plenty of time, “there's no rush” I think in my head. I walk over to the bar and tell her “I want the best drink you've ever made,” while locking my eyes into hers, letting her know I am alpha, I know what I'm doing, and that she has to work to win my approval. She makes the best drink I've ever tasted, and I'm naturally impressed, without trying to be too eager, so I give her my approval for the drink. And that's the end off the story, that night. There was no way I was going to ruin my chances with her by sitting at the bar, just like every other average, frustrated chump. I ended that night having a blast, having lots of fun with friends - but that's another story. ---
Months go by, I have several other girls as 'active projects' – and I consciously overlook this girl from the bar. So long as I don't see a natural opening and chance to take it up another level, she can't think I'm too interested. (Always think in advance, life is like a game of chess – you should think several moves ahead.) Then it's Wendesday, the first day of this crazy little holiday. That night I was out, but she wasn't working. She was standing there with her friends, just as I was, and I knew that this was it, this was my chance. I went over, smiled, and asked “what are you doing out” (as if she should have been working), she looks at me with wondering eyes. A popular dance song starts up, I tell her to come for a dance. Without waiting for her reply, I take her hand and lead her to the dance floor. We hit it off, and after dancing for a while I tell her I feel like a drink, so let's go grab one. I chat her up as we share a drink, then head back to the dance floor. We dance and I do some crazy moves with her, that's when her friends see us, and join in. However, there are five girls in the group, and I don't want to be the guy they are all 'stuck with' – so I head back to my group, and we have a blast. Later on I can't find that little dark angel. Instead, the night ends with me taking home a tall, beautiful model to an 'After Party' at my friends place, right in the middle of town. There is no After Party, but even though she knows, she still joins, and we head straight for bed. I'm thinking; another night to remember. Stay tuned. One piece at a time; the story continues tomorrow. My Warmest, Costas Elvito Your Personal Guide in the Dating Game |
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