Freeballing in SF
Freeballing in SF
Game recognizes game.. which is why no one recognizes me. In college I had some sort of game, and I was able to get some sort of action. It was not a matter if I would grind with someone, it was a matter if I would hook up with girls.. Trips to Mexico allowed me to hookup with the ever elusive white girl. ( who by far are the best kissers). This is not to say I picked up the finest girl in the club.. alot of them were real faded, and some were a little fatter than me, but I digress - the point was that I was getting action. Now, I get giddy if I talk to a girl at a club, as most of the time I am just talking to the boys watching the girls walk by… I have not freaked a girl in such a long time, I am afraid to step on the floor. The only way I can survive is if she backs that ass up on me, at which point I just hang on.
When I was in college, I heard that after college it would be alot easier to hook up. Girls who were conservative in college now would want a fling before they settled, there are more fish in the sea, and most importantly liquor is readily available. Needless to say, in my mind its been harder, and life does not turn out how you like it (see last post.)
I spent the better half of Saturday drinking with the white boys and helping my boy Dave move some shit out of his new house. Feeling inspired by being accepted into the white brotherhood, I came home and watched a little Good Will Hunting, to see 2 of my favorite movie scenes: (i) Where they get into a fight at the playground with the Italians and (ii) the Harvard bar scene " u like apples?? I got her number, how do you like dem apples".
I got inspired and rolled out with the crew for some heavy drinking and a night on the town. We started with sushi and sake bombing. Because we are all tired from the moving, we created our own bud energy drinks and poured red bull in our sake bombs, which actually does a pretty decent job. After stopping by a liquor shop to pound some more red bull vodka, we were in the club.
The night was straight swingers style. As we approached the club, I went straight to the back of the regular line, where I thought we would wait to get in. There, I looked around for the girls we were and they were gone. I then saw the annoyed look as my friend was waiting for me by the entrance of the club. He knew the owner/promoter, so I was in. I could not help gloat as I saw the standard crew of 4 Indian guys with the same shirt in line and look at me in puzzlement.
The white boys know I have not hooked up in awhile, and now I realize everyone I know will know as well. Btw, their version of hooking up is a home run, and I still consider it first base. I mean look at that. I still use baseball terms to describe hooking up. I think you are only use that in high school - fuck me. Anyhow, they all want me to hook up and grow some balls, and so when an opportunity presents itself, they want me to capitalize.
After some heavy drinking (I am back to Black Label on the rocks) I was quite intoxicated and my boy Dave comes up to be wide eyed and super excited.
Dave: "Gaurav, there is an Indian bacholorette party here - go make it happen."
I think all the drinks made me feel like a white boy so I rolled up solo at the party.
G: “Who is the lucky lady? Give me a kiss so you can see what you are missing?"
Friend of Bride: “Is your name Sameer? She is supposed to give a kiss to a Sameer tonight”
G: “Yes.” Friend: “Do you have id?”
G: “No. Where is my kiss”
After the kiss, I saw more of the stunts the bride had to, one which included shaking your tits for a guy for 30 seconds.
G: “I want number 10. Shake your tits for me.”
Bride: “That is saved if you do number 5”
G: “What the hell. ok. what is number 5?”
Bride: “Take your boxers off, and give them to me.”
At this point I was thankful for 2 things. One I was actually wearing a decent set of new boxer briefs and I just had taken a shower so my ass was not smelly.
G: “Done. Let me roll to the bathroom, and I will be back.”
Bride: “No- do it right here.”
At this point I was like fuck. I do not have a 12 inch cock, and what happens if she clowns me. That thought crossed my head for a sec and then vanished. Something @ her not being white, made it easier. She offered that her friends would make a wall for me. I then did it. Took my shoes off. Then took my jeans off. I am now in Dragon bar in chuds. Then I took my chuds off, and tried to put my jeans as fast as possible. I was real careful when zipping up, as I did not want a Something @ Mary moment. Btw, I do remember her friends taking photos, so please let me know if you see this shit online.
G: “Done, now give me my dance.”
Bride, who was clearly shocked: “Umm ok.”
This was the worst dance ever. I told her several times to take her shirt off, but to no avail. I did cop a feel for the hell of it. I was freeballing in sf. Nothing mattered to me now.
After this the night is a haze. My white friend told me that I was in and hook up with one of the girls, but I needed to sober up. Then I saw a work buddy and had more shots. I remember trying to go after the bride several times, as I wanted a challenge. One of her friends rolled up to me and she told she was real impressed that I just did that. I was like yeah anything for a lady. She then told me that she saw the whole thing. I was like huh? Instead of having her back to me, she watched it all. I could not act concerned, so I asked her what she thought. I do not remember what happened after this.
At this point I decided I needed to find the white boys. I could not my find my friends, so I thought it would be awesome to roll to a strip club and get a lap dance while freeballing. I tried to sneak in, and got caught. At this point, after hitting the nudies last night, I felt I should just go home on top. After grabbing a slice, and then puking all over a Benz, I came home only to tell my doorman that I am drunk and single. I don’t know what else I said, but this morning he was like "dude, you were a sheet in the wind."
Freeballing in SF- the only way to roll.
Game recognizes game.. which is why no one recognizes me. In college I had some sort of game, and I was able to get some sort of action. It was not a matter if I would grind with someone, it was a matter if I would hook up with girls.. Trips to Mexico allowed me to hookup with the ever elusive white girl. ( who by far are the best kissers). This is not to say I picked up the finest girl in the club.. alot of them were real faded, and some were a little fatter than me, but I digress - the point was that I was getting action. Now, I get giddy if I talk to a girl at a club, as most of the time I am just talking to the boys watching the girls walk by… I have not freaked a girl in such a long time, I am afraid to step on the floor. The only way I can survive is if she backs that ass up on me, at which point I just hang on.
When I was in college, I heard that after college it would be alot easier to hook up. Girls who were conservative in college now would want a fling before they settled, there are more fish in the sea, and most importantly liquor is readily available. Needless to say, in my mind its been harder, and life does not turn out how you like it (see last post.)
I spent the better half of Saturday drinking with the white boys and helping my boy Dave move some shit out of his new house. Feeling inspired by being accepted into the white brotherhood, I came home and watched a little Good Will Hunting, to see 2 of my favorite movie scenes: (i) Where they get into a fight at the playground with the Italians and (ii) the Harvard bar scene " u like apples?? I got her number, how do you like dem apples".
I got inspired and rolled out with the crew for some heavy drinking and a night on the town. We started with sushi and sake bombing. Because we are all tired from the moving, we created our own bud energy drinks and poured red bull in our sake bombs, which actually does a pretty decent job. After stopping by a liquor shop to pound some more red bull vodka, we were in the club.
The night was straight swingers style. As we approached the club, I went straight to the back of the regular line, where I thought we would wait to get in. There, I looked around for the girls we were and they were gone. I then saw the annoyed look as my friend was waiting for me by the entrance of the club. He knew the owner/promoter, so I was in. I could not help gloat as I saw the standard crew of 4 Indian guys with the same shirt in line and look at me in puzzlement.
The white boys know I have not hooked up in awhile, and now I realize everyone I know will know as well. Btw, their version of hooking up is a home run, and I still consider it first base. I mean look at that. I still use baseball terms to describe hooking up. I think you are only use that in high school - fuck me. Anyhow, they all want me to hook up and grow some balls, and so when an opportunity presents itself, they want me to capitalize.
After some heavy drinking (I am back to Black Label on the rocks) I was quite intoxicated and my boy Dave comes up to be wide eyed and super excited.
Dave: "Gaurav, there is an Indian bacholorette party here - go make it happen."
I think all the drinks made me feel like a white boy so I rolled up solo at the party.
G: “Who is the lucky lady? Give me a kiss so you can see what you are missing?"
Friend of Bride: “Is your name Sameer? She is supposed to give a kiss to a Sameer tonight”
G: “Yes.” Friend: “Do you have id?”
G: “No. Where is my kiss”
After the kiss, I saw more of the stunts the bride had to, one which included shaking your tits for a guy for 30 seconds.
G: “I want number 10. Shake your tits for me.”
Bride: “That is saved if you do number 5”
G: “What the hell. ok. what is number 5?”
Bride: “Take your boxers off, and give them to me.”
At this point I was thankful for 2 things. One I was actually wearing a decent set of new boxer briefs and I just had taken a shower so my ass was not smelly.
G: “Done. Let me roll to the bathroom, and I will be back.”
Bride: “No- do it right here.”
At this point I was like fuck. I do not have a 12 inch cock, and what happens if she clowns me. That thought crossed my head for a sec and then vanished. Something @ her not being white, made it easier. She offered that her friends would make a wall for me. I then did it. Took my shoes off. Then took my jeans off. I am now in Dragon bar in chuds. Then I took my chuds off, and tried to put my jeans as fast as possible. I was real careful when zipping up, as I did not want a Something @ Mary moment. Btw, I do remember her friends taking photos, so please let me know if you see this shit online.
G: “Done, now give me my dance.”
Bride, who was clearly shocked: “Umm ok.”
This was the worst dance ever. I told her several times to take her shirt off, but to no avail. I did cop a feel for the hell of it. I was freeballing in sf. Nothing mattered to me now.
After this the night is a haze. My white friend told me that I was in and hook up with one of the girls, but I needed to sober up. Then I saw a work buddy and had more shots. I remember trying to go after the bride several times, as I wanted a challenge. One of her friends rolled up to me and she told she was real impressed that I just did that. I was like yeah anything for a lady. She then told me that she saw the whole thing. I was like huh? Instead of having her back to me, she watched it all. I could not act concerned, so I asked her what she thought. I do not remember what happened after this.
At this point I decided I needed to find the white boys. I could not my find my friends, so I thought it would be awesome to roll to a strip club and get a lap dance while freeballing. I tried to sneak in, and got caught. At this point, after hitting the nudies last night, I felt I should just go home on top. After grabbing a slice, and then puking all over a Benz, I came home only to tell my doorman that I am drunk and single. I don’t know what else I said, but this morning he was like "dude, you were a sheet in the wind."
Freeballing in SF- the only way to roll.
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G, what the hell!?
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