I'm sure every one has been in the position where you have been approached or you have approached two girls at a bar or a club or wherever. Do you ALWAYS fancy one girl more than the other? If you like girl 1, how could girl 2 catch your attention if that's possible. Do you ever feel guilty like, because you're basically saying one friend is prettier than the other?
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Two best friends... what do you do?
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I've been in that situation a few times and actually gone for the "less attractive" or the 2 due to my own lack of confidence. I think its perhaps its a confidence thing in women, they dont want to be the less attractive one in a group and so hang with less attractive women inorder to stand out and so men are almost pushed into that scenario. I feel kinda guilty for approaching at all as I dont want to affect the confidence of the other woman whilst I attempt to chat to her friend and you cant then turn to her once youve been burnt by her friend so its a challenge in itself
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one is always more receptive than the other... that's the one I go for
The Linebacker
When I was single I wouldn't approach unless I thought both girls were attractive and then just go for the one that seemed to reciprocate.
Constant Gardener
Over a decade ago, I used to frequent a dance club/meat market, here locally.
Arriving around 9:30 pm, the place would be nearly packed and just starting to heat up. 350 men and women...some couples, mostly single/divorced people...all on display or on the make.
Good tunes, two big dance floors...friendly, responsive and helpful bartenders.
And generally there would always be the 38 yr old, petite, knockout brunette standing/posing near a waitress station at the near end of the horseshoe shaped, oak bar...with her sidekick...the equally jaw dropping, 6' tall, 33 yr old blonde. You could not help but notice them. They nearly always enjoyed/endured a swirl of masculine attention. There would be a constant stream of 25 to 45 year old men all dropping by to either try out a lame line, request a dance, purchase cocktails.
You've seen this before. Perhaps you've done it yourself!
I'd just take a position on the far side of the curved bar, almost directly across from them...with my back to the very back of the nightclub, so I and my running buddy...could view the entire scene.
And we'd watch those girls operate. They were viciously articulate and intelligent...and oh so coy.
Numerous times my friend or I would comment to each other... "Hey, watch this...She's about to drop a piano on that schmoe."
Then it would be anchors away and another one bit the dust. Damned funny entertainment.
The blonde approached me once as I was cutting across the lower dance floor after a song ended, to avoid the crush of humanity in the single aisle. I needed another Tanqueray, damnit!
"Are you and your friend just going to eyeball us all night again, or do you two prefer sucking dick to eating pussy?"
Of course she was hoping to provoke a blush or shocked expression and she had no idea to whom she was addressing...yet.
"My friend is a cocksman as well as I am...what we prefer is tag team fucking naughty-minded women. We find you and your friend quite attractive, but we're not quite sure that either one of you would enjoy a cock in your cunt and one in your mouth at the same time."
She did not blush, nor stammer, nor slap my face off.
Calmly and seductively, she murmured, "I'd like one in my ass too. My friend is the deep throat artist...I gag."
Smiling with my eyes, grinning with my voice, "Perhaps one of you will approach one of us later and request a dance. Show us your horizontal moves from a vertical perspective?"
And I slid by her, brushing her D cup breast with my right bicep. Very nice.
Five minutes later, Brett and I had a new Tanq & tonic and a Jack & Coke in front of us...courtesy of...
I never did hookup with either woman, but I have become great friends with the brunette over the years....sadly, the blonde...was a cancer victim about 6 years ago. In her sexual and sensual prime. I came to like the blonde...a great deal. Australian accent. She lived life large, and on her terms.
They were such fun to banter and flirt with. And to watch as they carved through the men who approached them.
Fond memories.
Arriving around 9:30 pm, the place would be nearly packed and just starting to heat up. 350 men and women...some couples, mostly single/divorced people...all on display or on the make.
Good tunes, two big dance floors...friendly, responsive and helpful bartenders.
And generally there would always be the 38 yr old, petite, knockout brunette standing/posing near a waitress station at the near end of the horseshoe shaped, oak bar...with her sidekick...the equally jaw dropping, 6' tall, 33 yr old blonde. You could not help but notice them. They nearly always enjoyed/endured a swirl of masculine attention. There would be a constant stream of 25 to 45 year old men all dropping by to either try out a lame line, request a dance, purchase cocktails.
You've seen this before. Perhaps you've done it yourself!
I'd just take a position on the far side of the curved bar, almost directly across from them...with my back to the very back of the nightclub, so I and my running buddy...could view the entire scene.
And we'd watch those girls operate. They were viciously articulate and intelligent...and oh so coy.
Numerous times my friend or I would comment to each other... "Hey, watch this...She's about to drop a piano on that schmoe."
Then it would be anchors away and another one bit the dust. Damned funny entertainment.
The blonde approached me once as I was cutting across the lower dance floor after a song ended, to avoid the crush of humanity in the single aisle. I needed another Tanqueray, damnit!
"Are you and your friend just going to eyeball us all night again, or do you two prefer sucking dick to eating pussy?"
Of course she was hoping to provoke a blush or shocked expression and she had no idea to whom she was addressing...yet.
"My friend is a cocksman as well as I am...what we prefer is tag team fucking naughty-minded women. We find you and your friend quite attractive, but we're not quite sure that either one of you would enjoy a cock in your cunt and one in your mouth at the same time."
She did not blush, nor stammer, nor slap my face off.
Calmly and seductively, she murmured, "I'd like one in my ass too. My friend is the deep throat artist...I gag."
Smiling with my eyes, grinning with my voice, "Perhaps one of you will approach one of us later and request a dance. Show us your horizontal moves from a vertical perspective?"
And I slid by her, brushing her D cup breast with my right bicep. Very nice.
Five minutes later, Brett and I had a new Tanq & tonic and a Jack & Coke in front of us...courtesy of...
I never did hookup with either woman, but I have become great friends with the brunette over the years....sadly, the blonde...was a cancer victim about 6 years ago. In her sexual and sensual prime. I came to like the blonde...a great deal. Australian accent. She lived life large, and on her terms.
They were such fun to banter and flirt with. And to watch as they carved through the men who approached them.
Fond memories.
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