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If I’m walking in the mall and I spot a very sexy woman sitting in the food court, I’m not going to say- make adult movies.
“Hi, come over to my table and lets talk where its more quite” along with some isolation bullshit. I’m going to walk over to her table and tell her the truth. If she has nice legs,
I’m not going to fall to my knees and kiss her ass with how beautiful she looks, I’m going to ask her a simple question without looking at her legs and ask “what kind of cardio do you do for legs?”,
while wearing a charity awareness workout shirt.
When she mentions the types of exercises she loves to do, I’ll dumb it down a little--- and ask her where she works out and if she can teach me.
Almost every hot woman you see loves to work out and are even more excited to teach.
The ball is in her court. We work out later that day in the gym interacting, she knows I’m into charity fitness--- we leave the gym in separate cars and have dinner at a restaurant, I take a bathroom brake and sneak outside to my car and pull the car battery connectors off, return, and pretend adult to be upset because my car won’t start.
Because I’ve had a few drinks in the restaurant I resist calling a tow truck in fear he may call the police because I attempted to drive.
The fitness woman I met at the mall then ask’s me how far do I live? I lie by saying 40 or 50 miles, and she offers if I would like to stay at her place until I sober up some. Next scene, we’re both at her place,
I complain my leg is cramped and dumb it down that I have no idea what I’m doing to try and get rid of this make believe cramp.
Being a fitness expert (and in sports medicine) shes eager to show me how cramps can be rubbed out.
With a few drinks in us (wine for her)… she got turned on and we both fucked.
The next morning she drops me off at the restaurant to tend with my car while he left for work, I popped my car hood, plugged my battery cables back in and went home with lipstick on my honker.
Moving on, instead of dicking around at the mall with the same old rusty pick up lines, I size up the adult woman I’m interested in.
Not only how she looks, but what she’s into without even talking to her at first.
If there is a concert in town and I hear a couple women talking about it, I already have ready made lameted “road crew” badges in the trunk of my car.
My wingman or buddy hangs back while I go out to my car for the appropriate badges, and my buddy calls me on his cell and directs me to the store where the hot chicks are hanging out.
Even better, my wingman leaves to go outside to bring up his laptop that directs him to a website with the pre-recorded soundboard of the singers voice (the concert star).
My buddy can click on any phrase and the pre-recorded voice of the singer comes crystal clear through the phone.
My wingman is an ace with this stuff.
I’m in the store with the 2 hot babes, and I already know they’re going to the concert in town after hearing them talk about it earlier.
I lean over, and calmy ask “I heard you guys talking about the Toby Keith concert tomorrow night, very cool, you’ll think I’m full of crap, but I’m one of the roadies”.
Of course they don’t belive me and smile. I pull out my fake lameted roadie badge from around my neck and ask them if they would like to talk to Toby himself right now?
They ask me if I’m for real? I call my wingmans number that is plugged into his laptop, and put my phone on speaker. My wingman clicks the soundboard phrases of Toby’s voice like he is actually talking on the phone.
The women erupt with excitement! Two hot little groupies, I can’t ask for more.
After I hung up my phone, I asked the ladies if they would like a couple back stage passes for tomorrows show?
They were estatic! I lied and told them the concert promoter had the backstage passes at the hotel and I invited them back to drink, have fun, and listen to Toby Keith on the hotel sterio.
Once they said YES, I quickly texted my wingman sitting outside in the mall parking lot with the message that said “Green Light”.
He called a cab to avoid the women seeing we had the same State license plates they had, and he booked a hotel room at the Omni.
The 2 hot babes followed our cab, and we kept an eye on them. For some reason, if they backed out, my wingman could always ring the hotel from the adult cab and cancel.
No loss.
This didn’t happen, the 2 sexy ladies followed us to the hotel, while my buddy grabbed some Toby Keith songs online, and burned it on CD right then and there inside the cab.