Case of the Monday Fingerings

Texted a bunch of girls, got a date with a chick for Thursday. She’s fucking aggressive. Her text to me was, “When are you taking me out asshole? My tutu’s collecting dust.” I love being loved. Got into contact with another chick. She tried to divert the conversation about her awesome birthday, I didn’t feel like talking about it.

I had dinner with Martyr at the mall. His chick from the Santa Cruz Decompression was apparently in town and wanted to meet up. So he left me homeless to fuck her.

I walked around for three hours. I tried to watch a movie but it was closed. Eventually I followed a group of people into the Irish pub, got a beer, and just sat around.

Two girls sit next to me. I turn to them and just say, “Hi”. I go on a rant about how there’s nothing to do in San Jose. They agree. Some dude starts talking to the younger sister, so I game the older sister. I find out she’s from Santa Cruz and has a 2 year old son. She says she needs to check on her mom, who’s outside, so I take the opportunity to game the younger sister, who might be single and lives in San Jose, providing better logistics for a date.

I game the shit out of the younger sister, setting up the frame that she’s trying to use me for sex. I know I overgamed when she asked me if we’re on a TV show. I immediately shut everything down and do nothing but comfort. I share my life stories, what I’m doing out here, I tell her I appreciate meeting her, et cetera. I get her number.

She goes outside for a smoke. Two dudes follow them. I quickly befriend the mom and figure out logistics: the mom is with the sisters, doesn’t know the two dudes. I text Martyr to come wing me in case I needed him, since he was done fucking. I go out and immediately tell the guy gaming my chick, “Are you hitting on my wife?”, pull her up, sit on her seat, and have her sit on my lap. I kino her, share her cigarette, build more comfort by whispering into her ear so only the two of us are talking.

Eventually the sisters go back in for drinks, leaving the mom. I befriend the dudes as well, then Martyr arrives. I tell Martyr the situation, we go in. I sit next to the younger sister, building lots of comfort. We hold hands and kiss a little, but she says we can’t hold hands, we’re right next to her mom. I build lots of comfort solidify the number. She’s drunk, so I need to have as much together time as possible so she’ll remember me when I call her tomorrow.

She goes to the bathroom. I take that as a cue to follow her in. Once inside we start making out, but she stops me and pushes me away. She tells me to get out, I tell her she’s in the men’s bathroom and to get out, it’s gross. She goes to a stall, so I follow her, lock it, and make out again. I undo her pants, finger her, undo my pants, put her hand on my cock, she jerks me off, all while still making out with her. I keep fingering her to overwhelm her, but eventually she stops me again. This time she leaves the bathroom. I leave a few minutes later. I think the mom saw us but didn’t say anything.

I continue building comfort until all the other guys at the bar leave, to prevent them from possibly taking them home, and for the girl to remember me. Finally I say bye to everybody, tell the girl I’ll call her tomorrow, which she agrees. I’m surprised she didn’t outright get disgusted by the idea of seeing me tomorrow after my failed bathroom pull.

Jake told me the cure for a black girl’s stinky pussy smell on my finger is a white girl’s pussy. Apparently it’s true.