Anyways, that's my report. It's the 'when it rains it pours' phenomenon. I'm sure I could have more #closes that night. And it's not because I was 'on,' it's probably because a lot of HBs saw me kinoing with HBEnergy on the roller rink.
I went out with HBScrawny last night, and we had an amazing time. Everything went perfect. We started out the night talking and drinking at my house, and I did a lot of listening to what was wrong with her last boyfriend and what she wanted, and then reflected what she wanted back to her. Then, we went out to a local bar and I proved myself to be a fun alpha guy (which I usually am not). At the jukebox, there was a crazy hippie girl there. We talked her into putting our favorite songs on the jukebox, and then danced with her. The hippie girl was super physical, and kept giving me the doggie dinner bowl look and holding my hands. And because I was getting all this attention (and I'm really only average looking), I noticed another girl in a corner giving me the look. I motioned for her to join us, and she did. Now, I don't know if this was right, but I kept my attention on HBScrawny all night and didn't go for closes with any of the other girls (even though hippie girl tried to tongue me later), because I didn't want to seem like a scumbag--just a guy who likes to have a good time. Was this right?
Anyway, the bar closes and I bring HBScrawny back to my house for another drink. Now, as I said at the top of this post, I just got out of a relationship with an insanely jealous girl and am still trying to get my RAFC sea legs back. So, we walk into my bedroom, and who should be there but MY EX (an HB9.9 who is so perfect-looking that I dated her much longer than I should have). Now, the only reason my ex showed up was because she must have known I was out with a girl and wanted to fuck up my game. So the Ex yells at poor HBScrawny, and HBScrawny runs out of the house. The rest of this tragic night I will keep to myself, but suffice it to say that I followed this advice, which I read recently in a 19th century book (it's a little misogynist, so ignore that part and check out the advice). One of the main characters is telling another how he keeps his temperamental wife obedient: "Human ingenuity, my friend, has hitherto only discovered two ways in which a man can manage a woman. One way is to knock her down--a method largely adopted by the brutal lower orders of the people, but utterly abhorrent to the refined and educated classes above them. The other way (much longer, much more difficult, but in the end no less certain) is never to accept provocation at a woman's hands. It holds with animals, it holds with children, and it holds with women, who are nothing but children grown up. Quiet resolution is the one quality the animals,t he children, and the women all fail in. If they can once shake this superior quality in their master, they get the better of him. If they can never succeed in disturbing it, he gets the better of them."
So, in other words, I refused to be provoked, no matter how hard she tried (and I have the bruises on my body to prove it). So now I'm faced with two problems:
1. What do I tell HBScrawny, or should I just give it up with her?
2. How do you go back to sarging with an ex-LTR who is so jealous that even after the relationship, she still can't stand you sleeping with other people?
