Last night i was out with these two girls who spent most of the night bitching about everything. "Bars were either too loud, too small, too quiet". "Guys are bastards." "We don't understand women."
Anyway, after 3 hrs of this, i decided to go meet another female friend. She's cute, funny, sociable...need i go on? Throughout the time we spent together, i bumped into other people, and she had her mates to chat too...including this guy.
He took an instinct dislike to me. He kept staring at me, then would look away and laugh. It soon became apparent that it was because he fancied my mate. Fair play, i kept it cool, let him chat to her while i entertained her mate and hoped if i backed off, he could get his kicks.
Fat chance. I started to fume a bit, so when my mate found herself sitting next to me, i decided to stick it to him. Out came Flair, on socialite mode. I used games; showed her tricks and got her to tell me her deepest darkest secrets. We flirted, took photos, and shared stuff. He was pissed but like i said, don't mess.
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