Scenario #2. I’m walking back to the bar where my friend and our female friend are, and i’m passing a few high tables. a REALLY hot girl is standing next to a table and she sees me, smiles and does a cute little, point at my face thing. “HEY!..” shes trying to remember my name and i have absolutely no idea who she is. we name highschools, she calls me a name of another black dude i went to highschool with, i tell her wrong negro and joke about we must all look alike and i realize who she is. this triggers loud laughter, multiple tight huggs, and her exclaiming how much hotter i am than the “other” guy and how much she misses me. i know we’re making a bit of scene because i can now see my passe over her shoulder looking like who the hell is that. half way through the reunion i glance at the table we’re standing by to see only guys standing around it. two look away, but one, this typical, big jaw, southern, white frat boy, is straring directly in my face, no expression. i stare back for a few seconds than continue chatting, kind of confused. a classic song comes on (git ur roll on, lol) and the girl looks me up and down and comes closer like lets rub. i start dancing with this super hot chick and i know theres all kinds of eyes on me, but this dude is like a rock. he’s less than 3 feet away so it’s pretty fucking akward. i keep looking back at him thinkng maybe he’s looking past me, but each time its properly concluded he’s looking dead at me. this has a horrible effect on my dancing skills, and as soon as the girl sees whats going on, the dancing kinds of stops. i step back sip my beer, look up, AND HE’S STILL STARING AT ME. realizing he’s already murdered me at the eyeball game on all levels, i conclude this kat could very well be crazy. i’m not a very big guy, but i stay in the gym, so whatever my intimidating eyes, smart mouth, and nice physique can’t keep me out of, i pretty much should steer clear of. i look back to the girl who’s back is to me, kind of inching off toward the crowd, and i take that as my que to head towards my people. walking away i llok back and see the girl and everyone at that table gone.
I don’t know if she knew the guy, if it was her boyfriend, or just some crazy mother who didn’t like my style, but that was a W. T. F. moment of the night. completely killed my sawg.
now the question: is this due to the a134? i read it’s supposed to generate respect from both sexes… but is it just not for some people? I smelled a hint of jealousy…
also should note that everywhere i “posted up” that night, whether at the pool tables or the middle of the dance floor, it seemed like within 60 seconds there was a 5 foot radius of floor around me, like people we’re giving me my space or somthing. i’m going to test this out more next week…
well thats my first expirience with A314 lol.