-Zibbolo goes direct and makesout

I've been a little cheesed at cruising recently through blow out city. On Saturday night I decided to change it up and go direct.

After a small chilled rowdy house party I went to X bar. The fresh house music was pumping and I was loving it. This showed me thinks because I was getting eye fucked by a hot bar bird, she gave me free double shots which she casually popped in oh so accidently haha.

I was walking around with a swagger like I owned the place and got to the other side of the dance floor, on the fondu couch was a gorgeous girl with a hoverer just seated behind hesitating his balls off to utter something.

I sat next to her looked her straight in the eye over my shoulder and said
"Hey" Smirking
"Hi, I'm ----"

The pumping house music all though fresh made it almost near impossible to hear anything. She dropped her small bag and her phone and girly shit fell out. I helped her pick it all back up. I rambled something I couldn't remember she couldn't hear me, she rambled something I couldn't hear her. She then said a whole lot which basically came out like "Hoasdihjfasdkflaj..."

I just said LOUDLY "Hey I can't hear you, do you just want to make out?"
Without waiting for an answer I gently pulled down on her chin and that was it. She has a tongue ring, and it was yummy.

After our long makeout, it's a sure sign she might be into you...like maybe. So I went for her number and we found out some mofo had pinched her slick little black moto something or other phone while we where making out. Thanks whoever you are, much appreciated. She gave me her number just in case but I knew it was now long gone. I had just seen it too, even helped her pick it up. She doesn't have a home phone because she had just moved here from Tasmania (btw I take back what I said in a previous post about Tasmania) so I had to resort to taking her email, which I hate but in this case was warranted.

I worked backwards building rapport and all that other shit your suppose to do before you actually end up kissing her 100 years later. It was great to cut through the mustard and the intricate chess match of indirect pick up. Just being straight up direct is fresh as the fresh pumping house music the X bar was playing, you know the place the one next to X nightclub. I guess the job was already done so I was more relaxed at not having to work some type of manipulative calculated social angle (not like I do that anyway). She mentioned that I should come to Tasmania with her and chill and meet her family and so on and so forth

Then I went home. *coff* :

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