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Olga wonders off, and Hilga and I trade words for awhile. I keep looking at her lips. I want to kiss them. Do I wait on her friends to all walk off? No. Do I try to isolate her first? No. I want to kiss her and I want to kiss her now…

 

Me: “You have nice lips. Can I kiss them?”

 

Hilga: “No.”

 

And I brush it off. Rejection means nothing to me. And what does she do? As I lean back in my bar stool, she still stands there trying to talk to me. She keeps staring at me…at me and my cocky attitude. She likes it or else she’d be gone by now.

 

I know this game, and I know it well. Women, they’ll almost always initially reject a guy that they find sexually attractive when he makes that first move. However, give it time, and once she sees that he isn’t affected by it, she pounces him. I should know. It’s how many of my one night stands occurred.

 

However, tonight is not one of those nights. The club lights turn on. Olga returns. They both stare at me, expecting me to ask for a phone number. Nope. I’ll pass. These girls are not hot. Just wanted a blow job.

 

They finally tell me goodbye and walk off. We stay behind and drink a couple of bottles of champagne with the bar staff. One can only imagine their conversation on the way home. And that’s exactly what I seek to provide women. Something to talk about.

 

I’m just a fly that doesn’t give a shit about shit. A maggot born from the asshole of society. Every day that I live is a success for me; a reason to celebrate. And tonight? Tonight we drink.