>In a bar that has live music
>While watching the band from the bar a couple of women walk by
>One bumps into me after receiving her drink
>"Oh I'm sorry!"
>Tell her its all good (getting to drunk to care about anything anyways)
>She proceeds to apologize again and squeezes the middle of my thigh, inches away from my dick
>"th-thanks you t-too" as she walks off trying not to bleach my pants with semen
That was a pretty good night overall, bars with live bands are pretty sick.
>drunk leggy blonde slapped my ass while walking up a staircase last night
you can tho faggot
Yes. Women don't touch men unintentionally and if they do you'll find out if they like what they feel pretty quick.
>new girl at work
>really cute and tallish, smallish butt and boobs
>workforce is 80% guys, they're super friendly to her
>I give her almost no attention, although she smiles and says good morning, user
>usually just mumble a good morning to her
>this Friday I'm leaving work, I leave one hour earlier
>pass by her
>Have a nice weekend, anonette, while smiling, never acknowledged her by name before
>she spills her spaghetti
>g-g-good weekend, a-user, while giving me the biggest smile possible and hiding half her face
Is ignoring chicks and then out of the blue giving them attention the secret?
this is fucking level 2 irony. teach me your ways, master
Pretty much. That fake "muscle confusion" shit works in relation to women. You're basically putting a target on yourself by not following the crowd of orbitors and then mixing it up by giving them attention makes them lose it.
I found this out at work because I'm fucking terrible with names and some women would find interest in the fact I would flat out admit I don't know or can't remember.
Kek
>At a bar, it's packed as shit
>Everyone that goes to places like this knows the rule is that it's your job to protect your drink, not mine
>It's cleared out a little towards the end of the night so there's really not too much danger of getting your stuff knocked out of your hands
>Standing around with a group of friends when a chick bumps me from behind
>Grabs my arm, and turns me around
>Says I made her spill her drink
>"Whoops, my bad"
>Asks what I'm gonna do about it, and says they're doin dollar fireball shots at this little side bar that's about 5 feet away
>She's not really cute. Didn't really wanna buy her a drink
>Respect the effort, and felt like doing a shot of fireball enough to buy her one anyway
>Looks at me after we take the shot like I'm supposed to start talking to her
>Say sorry about the drink, wish her a good night, and go back to my friends