Unfazed

VK and I had the discussion from the last post as we were heading out the next night. I figured that if anything happens, cool, if not, whatever. It was a good learning experience, and my confidence was high.

We were heading to our second spot when VK gets the text from Jewish Boobs, wondering where we were at. “I’m not going to tell her.” When we got to the second spot, she hit him up saying she was going to XYZ club. 20 minutes later, she arrives at our spot, with the usual suspects. We let them come to us. Once you post up on the wall, you ain’t going anywhere.

Eventually Tall Blondie comes over, and congratulates me on graduating, and asks if I want a drink. She’s buying? Of course. VK also bought a round, so now I’m in the club, double fisting.

I didn’t bother Tall Blondie, even though I knew she was there for me. I was posted up, surveying the spot. But it wasn’t going to plan. See, we hoped that the next time I did run in to her, I would be chatting up an even hotter girl. However, this spot was sorta lacking. There wasn’t much there to inspire any of us. Where have all the cute girls gone? Miss Kenya was there, so I chatted with her for a bit. Gotta make her jealous with somebody.

While this was happening, Tall Blondie is chatting and dancing with Buff Dude. Sure I noticed, but perhaps she didn’t think I noticed, because she dragged him over to dance like, right in front of me and my crew. It was so blatant. And she was having the time of her life dancing with Buff Dude. At least she was trying to make it look that way. But she didn’t realize I had a secret weapon: real-time, reliable intel that CIA directors have wet dreams over. A spy crossing enemy lines, and quickly back under the barbed wire: VK.

“Yo, so Buff Dude, he’s with Miss Kenya, so you’re straight. She’s just trying to play you.”

This was seriously the best game she could throw at me: dancing with her girl’s man. It was pathetic, and it brought a smile to my face. Soon after, Buff Dude stopped dancing with her. Epic jealousy fail. I was already unfazed. Now she just made my night.

A little later we made our exit for the next spot. I gave Tall Blondie a hug and thanked her for the drink. What I saw on her face said a lot of things: confusion, anger, disgust, and lust. Her eyes told me she was upset that her games failed. She was no match for The Rookie.

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The next morning, VK hit me up:

“Yo, my girl is in the shower, but I wanted to let you know, Tall Blondie is all about you man. She wanted to follow us to the third spot, but Jewish Boobs had to put her foot down.”

“No shit?”

“Yeah man, she was like ‘I wanna talk to The Rookie, but I always see him talking to other girls.’ Basically she’s got Mystery Dude, who’s leaving the country for good next month. She’s trying to hold out on you until that’s over and then be all about you.”

“I’m not trying to wait till next month though.”

“You’re good man. All you gotta do is hit her up in a couple of days, tell her you weren’t happy about how some things went down, and just go get drinks. Grown man shit.”