We are in the middle of the dance floor. We are ten strong. We control the room. This is my entourage. A group of fun guys with so much positive energy that any women within a fifty foot radius will be sucked into our vortex.
It’s Friday night and we are in a popular rock bar downtown. The place is packed full with young beautiful women. The hip hop is blasting. The dance floor is bumping. My friends and I are bobbing our heads pretending like we know the lyrics to Promiscuous Girl. An appropriate song considering our intentions.
Two hotties who I was eyeing earlier suddenly find themselves “accidentally” bumping into me. This is a clear approach invitation. I make eye contact with one of the cuties and extend my hand for her to grab. She does.
This is a great song to dance to because of the duet you can do some role playing on the dance floor. While dancing I start lip syncing the male parts of the chorus to her.
Promiscuous girl…wherever you are…I’m alone…and it’s you that I want…
She gets into the back and forth lip sync battle and starts to belt out her parts of the song.
Promiscuous boy…you already know…that I’m all yours…what are you waiting for?
I grab her hips and we begin grinding with each other, rubbing our various body parts together.
I look over my shoulder to check on her friend. I don’t want her to swoop in and steal my cutie away. Luckily, my wingmen were right on the ball when I started the interaction because they immediately went in to distract the friend. It’s great having guys who actually understand the role of being a good wingman.
Promiscuous girl…you’re teasing me…you know what I want…and you got what I need.
I push her away for a second, then pull her back in; so close that our noses are touching and we’re looking directly into each other’s eyes.
Promiscuous boy…lets get to the point…cause we’re on a roll…are you ready?
While our noses still touching and our bodies grinding together, I kiss her. We have a little makeout session right there. Nice.
I isolate her to a more secluded area off to the side of the dance floor.
“What’s your name?” I ask
“I’m Beth, what’s yours?”
“My name’s Matt, nice to meet you” I say.
The whole introduction thing is a bit weird considering that we were making out not more than five minutes ago. We continue talking and flirting with each other, interjected with kissing at random intervals. At one point I find out she is 36. What is it with me and attracting women in their thirties? This is the second one I’ve kissed this week.
Eventually, Beth’s friend finds us and pulls her away giving me the excuse that they need to get more beers. Ugghhh, I had a feeling I couldn’t keep her isolated for this long without having to deal with the friend. Beth assures me that she’ll be back later as they walk off into the crowd.
Not wanting to stand around by myself I immediately find my entourage who, by now, have amassed quite the collection of dancing girls. There is one incredibly hot, tall girl standing on the outer edges of the circle. I approach.
“Hey! Lets dance” I say with a great big smile
“Umm, I’m kinda tall for you”
“Yea that’s ok, I don’t discriminate,” I say, “now let me see your hand.”
She gives me her hand. I twirl her around and just like that we’re dancing.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Beth and her friend have come back. They are now dancing right next to me and Tall Girl. I can see Beth constantly looking over at us dancing. There is definitely a jealousy plot line at work here.
After a few songs of dancing, I release Tall Girl to her group friends. I turn around as Beth is about to pounce all over me. She puts her arms around me and demands that I dance with her. So, we dance some more, although it was really more of an embraced swaying by this point.
I have to urinate so I excuse myself to the bathroom. I’m gone for only five minutes. On my return, Beth and her friend are no where to be seen. What the fuck? I wander all over the bar looking for her but she is gone. Damn it! What the hell just happened?
Disheartened and confused I try to snap out of it. I go to re-join the entourage but now everyone is scattered about the bar attempting to close whatever women they were gaming. I go to another room to listen to the rock band that was playing. I end up dancing and flirting with several other girls before the end of the night but nothing as good as the Beth scenario.
Epilogue
The next morning after talking with some of my friends I find out that almost every guy in the group at least kissed a girl that night. One ended up going home with a girl. And another one got punched in the face for saying a girl had nice tits right in front of her boyfriend. He wasn’t hurt but did end up getting a fat lip. Though humorous, I think we can chalk that tactic up as what not to do. As for me, I’m still perplexed by Beth’s disappearing act. I’m assuming that the friend dragged her out of the bar or something. Oh well, at least I got a solid kiss close out of it and had I great time with my friends.







