Spit yer' Game
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I was in Ft. Lauderdale once and was at this club, and behind a beer cart serving beer was this hot blonde chick. It seemed like she was staring at me, but I wasn't sure cuz I was hammered. Finally after an hour, I went over to her and ordered a drink, then busted out with:
Point5- "Hi, I'm Greg... ummm, I just wanted to see what you were doing tomorrow; see I'm from Vegas and I'm only here until Sunday..."
Chick- "Sure, I'm down to do something. What do you want to do?"
Point5- "Uh, I think my boys want to go to the beach..."
Chick- "That's cool! I'd love to go"
*she writes down here phone number on a napkin and gives it to me "Call me tomorrow."so, next day, I'm about 9 beers, 2 tanquerays and 3 shots deep at Blondie's at the beach, and I go to pull some money out of my wallet to pay for some more drinks, and low and behold, I find the phone number on the napkin. It was now like 4pm. I had been at the beach drinking since like 11am.
I called her at like 7 that night, and she was super nice, and told me she would call me back in 10 minutes; she didn't. Then I called like 3 times within the next hour, and who knows what messages I left on her voicemail; probably sounded like Favreau in Swingers...
Moral of the story: Liquid courage works, but dumb fucks like me can fuck anything up