The Terrible Trio

My mate calls me up today to inform me, that we’re going out to NYC club in Fourways, with another mate of ours. The Terrible Trio is what we call ourselves. Anyway I dressed up quite smart and proceeded with the “who’s going to drive” ching chong cha battle. I won, meaning I sit in the passenger seat (because I called shotgun), and get way hammered while the driver wears his sad face.

After about 2 and a half hours of walking around the place, checking out the women, and having tequila shots, I was feeling rather groovy. Now on a usual night at a party I count the possible ladies I have a chance with, come up with an excuse “I’m not drunk enough” about why not to talk to them as they appear in front of me, get drunk enough and then pussy out. But tonight is different, for the sake of my CDEV mark; I decide to be a man. The first girl I walk up to is very welcoming and chilled but after 5 minutes her boyfriend arrives. The second girl I spoke to was way out of my league, walking towards her reminded me of that night at Sandton city, she intimidated me from a far, and then smelt my nerves when I got closer. I introduced myself and asked her name, she was polite enough to reply, “I’m here to dance, not talk”, then made a swift exit with her friends. The third girl I spoke to, feeling a lot more drunk, was the highlight of my night. After introductions and a single drink, I had my tongue down her throat exchanging spit like it was a means of survival. I left that club with a smile on my face. Now don’t get me wrong I’ve been with many girls in the past but every time I get with a new girl, I reach the same level of enjoyment.