My Girl Quest

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Aug 10, 2008

Back on track

Finally, for the first time in my life I managed to move fast and quickly get over a semi-failure. Even though Phone Girl is right – I’s the kind of girl I have to seek and get, it is always good to see that your flirting style can give you something better - even if it’s more work for one to pick up a better girl. Flirting is not an easy job!

Last night I went together with my friends at a party, it was somebody’s birthday and we all met up in a pub where one thing was not missing: booze. Nor girls, to be honest, but most of them were already taken. Anyway, my luck was that I was seated near a girl I did not know, but who was single – a very open minded person, a great company, and a pretty one too. Her name was A and she was quite a chat. Also, she didn’t seem to be there to find a date, an ONS or even to seek for a relationship – she was there to have fun and luckily I was around (to change things, heh)

We spent some quality time talking and joking and, that’s God, I was really pleased to see that I can do much better than the night before. A. is a kind of a Tom-girl, though: she mixed beer and wine, drank about as much as I did, but I was the one who seemed to be drunker. Not to mention the fact that she was very direct in saying what was on her mind… you know, the type of girl you might have sex with and talk about football or cars. Heh… or so I imagine.

Because, even though A. and I had a great night and spent some really quality time together, when I asked her (late at night) if she wants to come to my place, or go somewhere else where there’s more privacy, she said something like: “Just wait a little, boy! We just met… don’t you know about the three dates rule?”

It was something vague for me but I said I did – under no circumstances I wanted push my luck with her, especially because most of my friends were there and she looked like the type of girl who could make quite a mess if she really wanted. But, on the other hand, we’re meeting later today and I hope she really meant it with the “three dates rule” – which means I’m close. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

Aug 9, 2008

Please, don’t stop the music

Rihanna definitely knows what she’s talking about when she says that (“Please don’t stop the music”, I mean). There are some things when the noise is better to skyrocket because some girls are just… Honestly, now, I shouldn’t complain here, since I’m clearly after quantity with my flirt quest and no quality… but some things are way off limits.

It was a so-so night last night – I did score, thank God for that! – but there was absolutely no quality involved (yup, there I go spilling the beans so fast about it!). But really my biggest concern was the girl (for the first time in my life, probably – am I getting old?) – she was a complete mess!

I know that when you go to a club, flirt, get the girl, do her then kiss her good-bye nothing but her looks and love making skill matter, but she was really on zero with EVERYTHING else. I do like to talk with my date, I like to discover what she likes, I like to have a good company. And even though I don’t want her to laugh at all my jokes (because I know I totally suck sometimes), I at least have the guts to ask from a lady to understand when I’m joking. For God’s sake, this girl had absolutely no idea what “To joke” means, she had no idea what “social behavior” is… I even have doubts that she knew I flirted with her, picked her up and did her. She was from a different planet – Planet Stupid, to be more specific.

It’s hard to explain exactly how this girl was, but you probably know the type – she looks good enough to draw your attention without putting on too much make-up, but she has huge problems with words. She grunts and makes all sorts of noises instead of speaking, she laughs when she shouldn’t and fails to even smile when somebody says the best joke ever.

Pff…I can’t stand it anymore. There are some problems in my area with the electrical power – there were these problems all day and I am completely pissed off – three times I was interrupted while writing and honestly, this can really drive you crazy. So I don’t know if this post has any sense right now, all I can say is that I. – the last night girl, not my work colleague – was horrendous. Great in bed but a horrible company.

Aug 8, 2008

Big night tonight

It’s good to set some goals, right? That’s exactly what I am doing now by saying that this night will be a “big” one. Following my latest flirting disaster, nothing noteworthy happened (as you probably deducted for yourself from the lack of posting). I worked a bit on a personal flirtopedia in order to make things a bit easier to follow, but it’s far from ready and I’m a pretty lazy ass right now.

Anyway, back to my flirting quest – tonight has to be a big night. I need some fresh meat, I need a few phone numbers, I need to get back on track. I. is constantly ignoring me and I really don’t care about that and P. still sends me a message every know and then, but I think she got the point – it was just doing it and nothing else. :) Hopefully, that’s exactly what I will to achieve tonight. May lady luck be with me!

PS. Since this post seems to be so “empty”, here’s a good one from the past. Thank God it’s Friday!

Aug 6, 2008

Worst. Pick up. Line. EVER

I sometimes manage to surprise myself with my utter stupidity and complete lack of flirting skills. Actually, sometimes I am so bad at flirting that I just wonder how come I’m not a virgin anymore. Honestly, I suck – and here is my latest example of absolute rubbish flirting.

I was out with one of my friends to grab a bite to eat and we were silently sitting at a table, having nothing to do. A chick – that type of girl who thinks about herself that she’s the top of the world – who was sipping from a diet Coke at a nearby table started to giggle at the stuff me and my fried were saying – we were indeed telling some funny stuff and we started to do our best when we noticed she was paying attention.

So we kept talking for a few more minutes, she kept giggling and we were getting ready to introduce ourselves to her, when she makes the second step, too. She says to me something like: “I see you’re into sports. Do you know when the Olympic Games start?” (just to make things clear: we were indeed talking about sports).

I know, not the most clever thing to say, but she’s a girl and she took the initiative – something girls rarely do. But my utter stupidity, lack of concentration and experience, as well as COMPLETELY wrong idea about what flirting means, resulted in this answer: “I have no idea, but I’d start some Olympics with you right now”.

She didn’t slap me, but my friend almost punched me. Instantly I realized how rude that was – what a horrendous, pitty pick-up line or follow-up line or whatever flirting related thing… I was nothing but an a$$hole.

Honestly now, for everybody reading – I’m not like that. It just happened to me now. I was feeling cool and though I should act cool. However, I just proved a complete lack of style and that costed me dearly – otherwise I would’ve been bust doing it right now...

Jul 31, 2008

Peeping Tom again and some randomness

I’ve been a voyeur before and I totally loved it. Today it happened again and boy, it was exciting! Of course, since I am nothing but a strange person who doesn’t know what he wants from life… I got so excited by I. There is something about her, she manages to surprise me, there is something special about her, after all, something that makes me delay the interruption of our relationship.

I was sitting at my office today, getting bored and pretending I was working, when I received a message from I. “Look,” was everything she wrote and at first I spent quite some seconds waiting for a picture to load or something. But I realized she was talking about the real thing, so I slowly turned my head. She was keeping her legs wide open, allowing me to see under her skirt the fact that she was wearing no lingerie! She only allowed me to view her for five seconds or something, but it was enough to drive me crazy. “It’s aching for you,” was the message that followed from her and I felt like jumping on her right there. It’s this kind of stuff she does that makes me care for her more than I should. She’s fun, she’s unpredictable, she’s kinky. I doubt many girls could’ve done what she did for me, risking to be seen by the others. On the other hand, maybe she likes that. Hmm… :D

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P. called me again today. I really had no time for her and this seems to bug her a little. I’m kind of ignoring her and I have the feeling that she’s trying to prove me that she deserves more attention than I'm offering. And, to be honest, I am only offering to give IT to her. If ignorance is

not just a bliss, but also a great way to get the girl, I’m going to be such a winner! :D

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I laughed like a mad man when I found out I’m not the only guy having problems with girls. One of my friends has a crush on a chick who works at the supermarket near his house. And according to him (he likes to ~~exaggerate~~ ~~things~~ lie sometimes) the chick kind of flirts with him. The only problem is that the “chick” is a women who has a 15 years-old son. And my friend is 21. Love has no boundaries :D

Jul 24, 2008

It comes a time when your luck disappears... that time is now!

Ever since I started my Girl Quest I was very lucky – I’m not a charmer, I’m not a real flirt, I’m not a ladies man. Yet, I have managed to score far more chicks than I or anybody else would’ve expected. I was starting to get the feeling the scoring chicks is actually something so easy or something I’m so good at that I should become some kind of relationship guru or whatever. The truth is that I’m far, far from something like that. And I’m running out of luck, too.

Just as I was supposed to, I went out to meet with P. – she insisted I shouldn’t come and pick her up – so I took the table, ordered the drinks and waited for her, creating all sorts of scenarios in my mind on how the night will go: each and every one of my scenarios ended with the two of us at my place, in my bed, doing the wild thing. I was ready. She was going to get IT.

Or not.

When she arrived, everything was looking great: she was looking great, her perfume was smelling great, even I was feeling OK and not tired, which is a first for the past couple of weeks when I was over-tired from work. Anyway, we started to talk – nothing important, just the regular talk, the prelude, the “how was your day” sort of things you’re talking first. It should’ve been at least a decent night, with two people feeling great together if it wouldn’t have been for the phone.

You know… THE PHONE. I might be a bit paranoid, but usually girls tell some friend to call them for “something urgent and important” in case they don’t like their date. That something happened during her date with me, apparently, because somebody called her, she acted pretty surprised and told me she really has to go. Of course, I offered her my help and said I’ll go with her, but she refused. “It’s something personal,” she said. “I’ll be back”.

Every time I hear that line I think Arnold Schwarzenegger in Terminator and it doesn’t sound great. I was sure she was not going to come back, but I decided to wait just a bit more – about 15 minutes, just as long as it took me to finish my beer and feel horrible all alone in the crowded pub. Then I called her and the rest was as expected: she was terribly sorry, but she was almost certain she was not going to comeback, so I’d better go home and we’ll meet again. Yeah, right! I just don't understand why she had to do it during our third date... did she keep trying and hoped to get something out of me and I was unable to comply?

And I don’t understand why I am so unlucky. Can things change over night – from the luckiest guy in the world to the most sorrow? I only seem to meet girls who seem to be attracted by my looks/personality/whatever, but then they run away. Does my breath smell bad? Am I actually a horrible person to be around with, the ugly duck, the boring fellow? I have no idea, but things are going wrong. As in horribly wrong and I don’t know why.
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UPDATE: Screw that! I’m not that ugly, after all. I have just posted this entry and P. called me, saying she’s sorry and that if I want she can come and meet me. I told her I’m home, she seemed to agree to come here. She said she’ll tell me about her problem, but I don’t really care, as long as thing are finally as they seem to be: in my favor! I’m going to pick her up. Hopefully, there won’t be a second update where I’ll cry for being dumped again. :)

Jul 15, 2008

Relative state of mind: wasted, idiotic

Today was a really strange day and it got proved to me that you can’t understand women. Period. Or that men are just creatures who have no idea about the most basic social interaction types – you talk, I talk, we both listen and that’s it. Nooo, it always has to be a bit more complicated and the “bad” thing has to be on my side. Forever and ever, like a curse, like something which will always go wrong.

Today was one of those days when something unexpected happened at my workplace and they allowed us to go home about four hours earlier. I took advantage of the situation and invited I. (a work colleague who I believe wants IT from me) to have a drink with me. She accepted and we went to a pub nearby. And we started to drink and talked and everything was fine – we were both getting pretty dizzy and I was starting to think if we should go to my place or hers. One thing was clear: we were going to do it and only the day after I was going to worry about what I did. A classic, male-ish situation.

On the other hand, apparently she was in a classic, feminine situation, since when I asked her: “Want to continue it at my place,” she honestly asked me: “Why?” Just like that, plain and simple question I couldn’t have answered honestly in a hundred years. A question I never anticipated and which hit me like a hammer, crushed me like a bug and put me to silent mode.

“Why?” she asked again while I was still staring at her like the dumbest Dumbo, sweating like a pig and trying to find a way out of the whole situation. Unfortunately, the only thing that got to me then was a classic, rather outdated line: I told her I had a bottle of great wine at home. “You’re so silly sometimes,” she replied. “I don’t like wine!”

It was crystal clear: she wanted IT no longer (no pun intended, honestly). After days of looking at me, telling me I’m cute, telling me she has no friends, that she feels alone, that she needs a life… after accepting my God damned invitation to go for a drink (as in just the two of us!) she no longer wants IT. IF she ever wanted IT. I no longer understand anything and I feel like a complete idiot. Was she giving me hints or my mind was playing tricks? Did she change her mind? Was she too scared? I guess I’ll never know, but one thing is clear: I. won’t be on my list too soon :D

Jul 14, 2008

A relatively good start of the week

Unlike last week when I was tired, wasted and ready to be controlled by my boss, I started this week full of life, energy and desire to win as many girls as possible. My flirting mana is to maximum levels, my charm is maximized, too and I am ready to hit the top spot as often as possible: this week I want to break some records when it comes to girls I get my hands on, since I kind of lost momentum and I don't want to make it a habit.

Of course, I did not get too many chances today since I still spend most of my time in an office, but at least I tried a bit more to find out what I.’s intentions really are: as I said before, it’s a really tricky situation here and things could get completely messed up if I do something wrong (I am talking, of course, about the only wrong thing I want to do – with work colleagues, it could get pretty tough :D).

Anyway, I kind of stalked I. the whole day and tried to learn her habits, try to “read” if she’s the type who wants commitment or fun. Of course, my eagle eye skills told me nothing about that, but while I was looking and looking and looking at her I did notice something: she’s quite pretty and I’m not the only guy working there who checks her out. And that made me a little bit anxious. I need to have her!

During the lunch break, I “accidentally” ran into her and we shared the same table for a wonderful hour. I tried to keep the flirting to a minimum and act as natural as possible (just as I said a while ago about the whole flirting technique) and she proved to be a really charming, enjoyable person – there are moments when you realize even more that women should never be treated as I try to treat them, that they are human beings and they really deserve much more attention than we (as in men) are ready to offer. However, I have a quest here and, as unpleasant as it is, I have to keep going.

And that was about it today. I just got to meet her a bit better, we talked, we enjoyed each other, we promised to spend some more time together. By the end of the week I need to have had her in my bed already and I need to move on – I noticed that, starting the “O incident” I started to become a bit too sensitive when it comes to girl. That should change, for at least 11 more months.

Jul 13, 2008

Does cyber-dating count?

Honestly, I was not expecting this week to be a good one for me and my girl quest – it started like hell, it only seemed fair to end like that. Everybody needs to have a “black week” or something like that when you don’t date, don’t meet any new girls, there are no "hot" prospects for your life… when you’re unable to do the things you wanted to. This was my black week, the one and only – hopefully.

I did went out last night, but the place was completely wrong for finding girls to have fun with: it was a pretty comfy and rather fancy pub where people mainly come to sit, drink an expensive cocktail and listen to ambiental music. IF there happens for a girl to be alone in that place, it means that she’s either waiting for her partner (date/husband or whatever) or she’s a lesbian. And I knew that this place was a true testosterone killer before going there, but I had to meet my group of friends – I kind of ignored everybody during this week...

I got home pretty early – before midnight – and I was planning to post an entry, crying you an ocean (since the river’s taken) about this pathetic week, when something happened, the unexpected, I might say, the day savior, the miracle. No, unfortunately the sky did not open to teleport a girl to my bedroom. Instead, one of my online friends, who was pretty drunk, too, started to complain because of a recent failed date and kept saying that people don’t know how to have fun nowadays, that we have to evolve, progress and stuff like that. Explore our sexuality, try new things and keep the adrenaline pumped up in our veins. Things like that which make you believe you’re a genius if you say them while you’re drunk. :D

Anyway, I told the girl to turn on her webcam and have cybersex with me, no strings attached – just for “sexploration” (and I was actually hoping to make her ignore me since I wanted to write my blog entry - how geek is that?).

Three minutes later, when I was in the middle of my pathetic post, she invited me to view her webcam. And there she was, wearing only her black lingerie, looking cute and slightly drunk. She said: “I was wearing my pijamas. You can’t have cybersex wearing your fluffy bunny pijamas, right?”. And while she was saying that I was starting to feel the excitement…

All in all, it was a great night, I must admit – even though there was this point when both her and I felt like jumping in an airplane and meet somewhere to do the real thing. But this “virtual” experience was nice, too. It was the first time I did something like that and I don’t regret I tried. It’s not at all a substitute for the real thing, but it’s better than watching an adult-rated movie alone :D And, hey! don’t blame me! I truly agree that you must try some things at least once!

Jul 12, 2008

Flirting as a technique versus spontaneity

I just had a revelation on why my flirting techniques don’t manage to bring me enough girls even though, basically, I’m not the last person one would choose to be around. And the key word of this revelation stands exactly in the introduction: flirting “techniques”. Because “technique” involves training, knowledge, experience – it is something you achieve, not something you just do, you just go for. And flirting, in order to be successful, even though it basically is something planned in my case, should be as natural as possible – no techniques involved, no pick up lines learned by heart, no pose striking or other pathetic bullshit like that. Everything a person has to do in order to succeed is to understand that, most of all, flirting is just a game and not a technique.

Whenever I put my eyes on a girl, before the approach, I already create a short plan of flirting, I know what my opening line will be, I have an opinion about her and her habits already, I know what compliments to sneak in between my words – technically, I have a good plan and I will do it as it’s written in the invisible book of flirting. But that is WRONG!

Girls probably shoo tens of guys who approach them daily with well done homeworks, “perfect” pick-up lines and attitudes or poses rehearsed in front of their mirrors. They start to do stuff mechanically and God knows girls have a sixth sense developed only for sniffing insincere stuff from horny males.

One the other hand, flirting as a game, flirting as an indie art and not a sport that allows you to develop your own technique… flirting as it should be – sincere, playful, joyful and natural will be totally different from what people are doing nowadays. Taking some extra time to forget about everything you knew about flirting and just being yourself will probably work best with girls because I believe girls want, more than anything, a human being and not a sex machine (there are dildos or paid-for escorts for that).

So during this weekend I will try to approach girl using this “method” – of course, by trying to be as natural as possible I could actually get to be as unnatural as possible and ruin the whole thing, but I think I will eventually manage to get something out of this. I got to find out if girls still have the ability to “sniff” the fakers or the whole world is starting to fall apart. Because if technique is everything that matters now when it comes to flirting and not spontaneity and genuine liveliness, then I’ll get back to the old online methods: copy – paste the same message and send it to 300 girls per day.

Jul 5, 2008

Tough night

Following the success I had with girls during my strange mini vacation, last night I went very confident at the club. I kept repeating myself that flirting is no longer a secret to me, that girls will stand in a queue to get me – crazy stuff like that which only works in “How to…” books. Real life is different, though, it is… real. And it proved me, once again, that I still have a lot to do until I become a real flirt, a real spin doctor.

The night kicked off pretty nice: the club was not over-crowded as it usually is (it’s starting to get way too hot for spending your nights in between four walls) the extra clothes were definitely missing, so the girls were a delight to look at – all in all, it was a great atmosphere. However, this doesn’t mean much if you don’t know lots of details about the art of picking girls up – and I don’t. Though, I might say it’s good to get rejected after a heavenly week – it makes you be more realistic and doesn’t let you get too carried away.

Basically, there is not too much to say – “I got rejected by everybody” would kind of sum up the whole thing. Hopefully because I was just way too confident that my looks are enough and I did not try too much. The truth is, though, that there are lots of men out there who are looking at least as good as I do (this “I look good” thing is a personal opinion of mine. Oh, and my mom used to say that to me, too :D). Anyway, the idea is that no matter how good you look like, if you don’t try, if you don’t have something to say, a hook to get the girl and the brains to keep her connected, she will probably ignore you, in the end. And the truth is I did not try too much.

My first “victim” was a pretty childish attempt from me: I kept looking at her from my comfy chair, smiled every now and then, trying to make her come to me. Well, she did not. And because of my ego I did not go to her either. 10 minutes later she was dancing with another.

Then, with a few girls, I tried to use pick up lines (and I just hate the idea of a pick up lines!) and, of course, it didn’t work. It’s hard for something that has been said a thousand times before to have any chances of success… After three or four more failures I got pretty desperate I’m not going to score and started to care. I was a bit too drunk, though and too under pressure, probably, since I tried getting two other girls and I missed.

So, basically, I can say it was a pretty tough night for me: tried to pick up six girls, got none. This could mean, for many, that they should go hide in a cave and only leave at night, when the kids are sleeping. For me, it means that I’m still far from being what I plan to be. I still have a lot of work to do and way more girls to meet. So I’ll just keep going, without looking back.

Jul 3, 2008

My Girl Quest vs. Her Man Quest

It was just the other day when I was realizing that My Girl Quest is totally different from anything a sane person, or at least a grown up, would do. I mean… it doesn’t really make sense to keep flirting, dating and having sex with random girls just because, right? Well, this is exactly what I am planning to do and, at the moment, I am not ready nor willing to start a true relationship, just like I said before.

Though, I have realized that I’m not the only person with a quest – there are other people blogging about very similar things (yet very different). One of them and the person who made me realize that “I’m not alone” is Prisqua and her quest to find love again. I guess you see the similarities. And there are more.

She is picked up by all sorts of people (“hwy baby how r y y r so beautiful and sexy” is an example of today’s art of picking up, which means we’re doomed!), I keep improving my pick up techniques. She keeps rejecting all those losers, I can be considered one of then, up to a point (at least that’s what I like to believe). Well… at least I know I got rejected quite a few times during this past month. So… you see the similarities.

What makes us different? It is exactly the core of our missions: I am out to have fun, live my dream, create my adventure, get the girls and forget their names; Prisqua tries to find love – she doesn’t have time for silly little games, quick little pointless sexcapades and so on (or, if she does have time, it’s not what she’s looking for :P). Yes, she wants to find true love again. So, I may ask you now: who has the easiest job to do? Me, of course! Who will win the most if the end of the quest will be successful? Her, of course – I would only have 100 names written in a notebook (and within the posts here), she would have only one name to remember, cherish and enjoy for the rest of her life. Well, that is something worth going after! The only problem is that I don’t have time for that, yet. I have other plans – but it’s all because I want to prove something to myself, not because I’m a mindless, heartless beast. And that is the most important reason why I wish Prisqua and her Man Quest good luck (and quickly get back into my underground, secret lab to start searching the perfect flirting techniques :D)

P.S. For all the lads reading this post - this is Prisqua (watch to the end, it's worth all your time!):

Jul 2, 2008

The work flirt (or just friends?)

I was really planning to take a little break this week from flirting, dating and trying to get all the willing girls in my bed. Really, it is pretty hard and energy consuming to keep thinking at pickup lines, keep being what every girl wants you to be (because, to be honest, there is no need to be yourself when everything that matters is sex). But, as I said, all these kind of raises your stress level way too high. Not to mention the fact that I had an awful week, even though I did manage to score three chicks and, overall, it was a great dating/flirting/bed hopping frenzy.

But, as it usually happens in life, whenever you're planning to take a break, you can't. Or at least sort of, as it happens in my particular case (oh, why didn't any of these happen during the five years I've been together with M???). Anyway... I must admit that, in the end, I can't complain about that especially because I don't even know if it is indeed reality or just my imagination.

Here's what happened today at work (yes, as strange as this might sound, I do have a work place, I'm not spending my entire life searching for girls to flirt with and do :D). One of my few girl colleagues suddenly started to seem very interested in what I'm doing and what I'm saying now, even though we know each other for about three months, since she started working here (and she never seemed interested in anybody more than in professional kind of way - and I'm not working in a whorehouse :D). So, today, while I was eating a chicken sandwich on a bench in a nearby park, she appeared out of nowhere and sat without even asking if she can do that (of course I would've had nothing against that, since she is quite charming and beautiful).

Out of the blue, she started to tell me how hard it is for her to accommodate with life in this new city (she’s in her first year at one university here), that she did not manage to make any friends, that she started to forget what having fun means and so on (of course, she said it in a different, not so direct way, but that was the idea). Because I did not know anything about her true intentions, I kind of backed up a little, saying that it was the same for me when I moved in, but I’m sure things will change. Then she spent five more minutes with me, talking about the job and left to "grab a bite to eat". But, following the lunch break, I noticed her looking at me every now and then – either throwing quick glances at me, or completely staring at me and continuing eye contact even after I look back at her. And this could mean that she wants IT, too.

But I must look at this whole situation very carefully: if these are indeed signs that she's interested in me, she probably wants something more than a one night stand or something similar – most likely, she is preparing for a relationship. Which I'm not planning on doing, since my girl quest has just started. And except from that, I enjoy having fun with random girls every now and then, even though this is a very tiresome thing to do. Anyway, back to my colleague – if she indeed wants a relationship with me and I take advantage of that to get into her bed and write another name on my list (I know, males are such pigs sometimes!), it would have as a result a pretty strange situation at work and it could, probably, lead to more conflicts than anybody would need. Damn... I hate when I have to take important decisions!

Jun 30, 2008

The funny faker

Don’t you just hate these guys who have “fake” written all over their body? What about those who keep injecting steroids and love to compliment one another: “Uh, dude! You gotz a fit azz!”, while talking like a mini - Arnold? Well… I know I can’t really stand them.

And today I witnessed how one of these cyborg-dudes was silenced by a skinny girl (she was a quarter of his size). I laughed like a mad man and instantly knew I had to share.

So… I was drinking a hot frappe coffee during my lunch break, admiring the girls and their adorable summer clothing (I had no intentions of flirting yet, though – last week was enough for me, for the moment, of course). Anyway… just a few tables away was this guy: huge (as in muscle-huge), bald and, I must admit, a quite scary fellow. He was sipping some natural juice from a bottle and probably had his hormones skating and felt the need to get a girl.

A short, very skinny girl was passing by his table when he decided to be a “male”: he reached out his had, like a barrier and stopped her by saying something smart like “Hey, babe!”. Even though I would’ve probably pissed my pants in such a moment, the girl had a great, priceless reaction any date fanatic would’ve applauded. She said “They should photograph you and show the pic to the kids and say ‘Don’t do steroids!’”know how to flirt! (and I’m one of them :D) Thank God I’m not pumping my biceps’ too!
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Image credits: Robert Kopecky