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Originally Posted by flowing tail
Obviously it's expected. Why in the crap else am i taking her out? She sure as heck isn't my girlfriend, since homey don't play that.
Where is my man Suffolk to set the morning line on this one. Assuming this is just a hot chick i'm hoping to get a one-timer out of (as i said, the phone calls, obligations, etc. of multiple-date enterprises do not appeal to me), then yeah she better know the game is on and she is obligated.
That is not to say i'm gonna make her do anything, but basically if she doesn't rip my clothes off at the end of the night and go to town, then i am gonna spread it around the U of L campus that she's not worth taking out... don't underestimate the power of a Flowing T blackball session.
Edit: i should note that these fancy dates are 97% pointless in college anyway, so i don't have much experience with this. This is how old dudes get laid (if they're lucky). The entire premise of college is that you get free & plentiful sex just by showing up at a party. If you look/talk halfway cool there's a line longer than the ladies room to go home w/ me.
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As Flowing Tail's brother in arms, I feel necessary to chime in. Fancy dates in college are a guys worst enemy. It shows your girl that you are somewhat ahead of the curve on other guys in college. It sets the bar too high AND YOU CAN NEVER jump over it, no matter what you do.
Now, when I think of college (graduated 2 yrs ago) I think of it as going to a restaurant and looking at the appetizers. You see chicken fingers, mozzerela sticks, nachos, stuffed mushrooms, potato skins, etc. You sit there and you are like, "damn, these are all so tasty...what should I get??" and in the end you compromise and get a sampler, that has a little of each item.
You go through and you love the mozzerella sticks, could do with the stuffed mushrooms, enjoy the nachos, etc. That's college. It's the sampler. Don't commit yourself to the potato skins when you can have mozzerella sticks, nachos, and chicken fingers, too. You sell yourself way short. When you sell yourself short and you leave college, and your pushing the pencil at your job, and see all the tail you passed up, your blood pressure will rise and your angst will grow. Life will suck and your homelife will suffer.
My advice, grab a handle of your favorite vodka, or rum, hit up the next party and mingle. Put out the vibe. Charm the ladies. Try the sampler.