Blog post: https://playboyphilosophy.wordpress.com/2015/10/11/speed/
I’ve just upgraded from girls with boyfriends to girls with husbands.
But it’s ok – her husband is gay.
Kat was out celebrating the end of the week when I saw her standing there – tall, skinny, huge eyes. Thai.
As I’m walking by, I reach into the group and offer to “cheers” her with a smirk. She returns the sentiment.
Fast forward a couple hours and I see her standing alone waiting for her friends. I walk up and say “I’ve been looking for you.”
“I saw you hitting on another girl a minute ago” “You’re cuter though”
We go from flirting to dancing to kissing and then she tells me she’s on E.
That’s why she’s so touchy-feely.
We dance and kiss as she repeatedly tells me, “I’m not going home with you tonight”.
She then tells me that she works at a massage parlor in a way that intimated she wasn’t necessarily a certified masseuse.
Is she about to name a price?
“Awesome, I’m cool with that. I’m not looking for any kind of transaction though.”
So she’s a sexy-as-fuck drug-using prostitute.