Rock Solid Game

We were sat in a coffee shop on a square in Malaga.

Shammers turned to the set and asked: Hey, do you speak English?

Before they could respond he said : Anyway I need you to take a group picture of the gang.

HB8 : Sure

She took Burto’s camera and she took the picture of us.

It was on. Shammer’s set. I’d wing. The obstacle was just as cute. ShamBam sat opposite and adjacent to the HB8 and I sat next to Sham, with my target, should I get the chance, on his other side.

We talked as a group, there were also Tony T, Burto, Wisdom on our table. Moran turned up at some point from an instant date. We talked loudly and it was all DHV. We were piquing the set’s interest.

Sham from time to time would casually talk to them. The vibe between them and us became more and more one of them being on the verge of telling us to leave them alone. We kept working DHV and Sham kept testing the water. It was tough because they were very nicely turned out and they knew it. There HAD to be a shit test.

Eventually it came. I can’t remember what it was but it was to Shammer’s, it was cold and actually quite cruel. It was a hell of a put down and it was a signal for us all to leave them well alone.

Just then the waiter brought them their drinks. A pint of cider each.

‘Jesus Christ’ I announced and talking mainly to the gang than the girls. ‘Don’t come giving us shit when you’re drinking pints of cider like a pair of dirty Scouse fucking pram pushing whores’.

Bang right on queue all the guys laughed. Loud and deep man laughs, looking at each other with a knowing eyes. It would take a tank to break the unity we had.

‘I’ve never known bullshit like it’.

We then talked about other things, things that were between the gang and only the gang. All DHV. The set had been put in their place. They knew not to fuck with us because we wouldn’t make niceties. We’re not nice guys.

I didn't say what I said with anger, or any venom - that would be a big DLV. I said it evenly and more to the guys than the girls. It was more a tone of disbelief and 'look how ridiculous this is'.

Then I got really lucky. The next thing was for Burto to go and take a skateboard off some kids in the square. He was pretty good on it so people were watching, then mayhem ensued, a lot of excitement was generated and the Police came and had a word when the skateboard ended up flying into the tables of a nearby restaurant. It gave us a good chance to take it all in our step and laugh about it. It all added to the air of – nobody ruffles our feathers.

Right after this I turned to my target and said:

‘So, I’ve noticed something about you’

‘What’

‘You have these bangles on your arm’

Proceed to game. You fill in the rest. Sham did the same. They were well behaved and dutifully bounced with us, danced with us, fought for our attention. Easy number close. There was talk of a trip to Argentina (they were half Swedish half Argentine) but nothing came of it. We came back from Malaga with so many numbers and Facebooks. I focussed on one target and it wasn’t either of these girls. But that’s another FR.

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My point of learning here is that women, no matter how beautiful they are, can only own a man through social interaction if he allows her. We are louder, meaner and we are the bosses. The key to this interaction was that when I gave them my barrel all the guys laughed immediately and together. We stuck together. We let them know – That’s your place over there, this is ours and you don’t get into ours or get to have any say in how we run things.

If the guys had shifted uneasily in their seats when I ripped on the set, or apologetically smiled, the girls would have adopted the most self righteous frame possible and milked it for all it’s worth. If we’d allowed them. We didn’t.

Jimmy