I am not normally smooth, though at times I try to be. There is a drink limit that destroys my ability to be smooth. But if I am at the right amount I can make good decisions.
Friday night
First. I am sitting at the bar with friends and one girl, who I didnt know before that night, is trying to light her cigarette, she was fumbling with her matches. Before she could get one lite an old biker dude leans over and without looking at her at all presents his lighter. She looked over to say thank you and still he never looked.
Of course I ruined his game by drawing attention to it and telling this girl, Jasmine, about how smooth he was.
Later I danced with friends to a rockabilly band called the Atomiks. Then a girl I have seen around gets on stage and announces that it is her 21 birthday, which I later use to my advantage and ask her to dance, for a birthday dance. It was obvious that she was well trashed. This is where I feel I got smooth. A normal guy might have hung around seeing if he could of got some. All I wanted was a dance, so after we were done I thanked her and wished her happy birthday and got my coat and walked home. I will most likely run into her again and maybe she will remember me maybe she wont. Its not really the point. I left with a great feeling.
Things are getting better, I would go as far as to say things are going swell.
"Our paths with cross again some day, our paths will cross again some day. Though we may go our separate ways, our paths with cross again some day."
Friday night
First. I am sitting at the bar with friends and one girl, who I didnt know before that night, is trying to light her cigarette, she was fumbling with her matches. Before she could get one lite an old biker dude leans over and without looking at her at all presents his lighter. She looked over to say thank you and still he never looked.
Of course I ruined his game by drawing attention to it and telling this girl, Jasmine, about how smooth he was.
Later I danced with friends to a rockabilly band called the Atomiks. Then a girl I have seen around gets on stage and announces that it is her 21 birthday, which I later use to my advantage and ask her to dance, for a birthday dance. It was obvious that she was well trashed. This is where I feel I got smooth. A normal guy might have hung around seeing if he could of got some. All I wanted was a dance, so after we were done I thanked her and wished her happy birthday and got my coat and walked home. I will most likely run into her again and maybe she will remember me maybe she wont. Its not really the point. I left with a great feeling.
Things are getting better, I would go as far as to say things are going swell.
"Our paths with cross again some day, our paths will cross again some day. Though we may go our separate ways, our paths with cross again some day."
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