02-05-2013, 11:06 AM
Saturday night, I went to a meetup. I enjoyed talking to people, but didn't click with anyone. At the hotel where we met, there was a masquerade ball. I danced a little, and when I was tired, I sat on a bench to rest a little before I was to go home.
A girl sat down next to me, introduced herself as Rose and started talking to me. At first it was fun, but then she started talking about how all these guys love her, and I was turned off. Obviously she wanted me to be another one of her orbiters to prop up her ego while she gives nothing in return.
But then her cousin Zay walked up, and we started talking. It turns out that it is her birthday. Rose left, and while we waited for her to come back, I told Rose to sit down in a chair for her birthday gift and started massaging her shoulders. She was loving it. We were flirting heavily, but when she asked how old I am, I was honest and direct.
Apparently she has an age thing, because she left, claiming her boyfriend was joining them at the next club they were going to. I had no reaction at all, except that it was too bad for her to miss out on her birthday foot massage (she was wearing really high heels). I enjoy helping others feel good, so it's not like I was sacrificing much to do this.
This is another way in which AM has changed me for the better: in the past, I'd never have just told a woman to sit down and start massaging her, and I'd have been upset when she walked off. Not so, anymore. Once again, I thank you, Shannon.
A girl sat down next to me, introduced herself as Rose and started talking to me. At first it was fun, but then she started talking about how all these guys love her, and I was turned off. Obviously she wanted me to be another one of her orbiters to prop up her ego while she gives nothing in return.
But then her cousin Zay walked up, and we started talking. It turns out that it is her birthday. Rose left, and while we waited for her to come back, I told Rose to sit down in a chair for her birthday gift and started massaging her shoulders. She was loving it. We were flirting heavily, but when she asked how old I am, I was honest and direct.
Apparently she has an age thing, because she left, claiming her boyfriend was joining them at the next club they were going to. I had no reaction at all, except that it was too bad for her to miss out on her birthday foot massage (she was wearing really high heels). I enjoy helping others feel good, so it's not like I was sacrificing much to do this.
This is another way in which AM has changed me for the better: in the past, I'd never have just told a woman to sit down and start massaging her, and I'd have been upset when she walked off. Not so, anymore. Once again, I thank you, Shannon.
Fear is a liar.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -- Ernest Hemingway
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -- Ernest Hemingway
