With a Single Hand?

I'm sure most guys have gotten to the point where their lady has her shirt off and you must now deal with her bra. It would seem that such a contraption would be easy to take off, but things can more difficult than they seem. How then are you supposed to take this off with two hands, let alone one?

Well, the following article from Scot McKay provides all guys with a great technique. Now, I have actually become quite fond of the "snapping" technique that he alludes to in his article, so I know the way girls can react when you deftly unclasp their bra in a single, quick motion.

Let me tell you, once a girl knows that you can take off her bra with a single hand, her BT will jump through the roof. She will get sexually aroused and want you even more. It's basically like pre-selection. It shows that you have experience with women and that women want you.

I've never tried the technique that Scot McKay describes, but I'll definitely be giving it a try. Note: These techniques only work on bras with clasps in the back. Bras with clasps in the front are an entirely different matter.

To read Scot McKay's article, click on the following link The Official Blog Of Scot McKay or scroll down a bit to where have pasted the article below. Enjoy!

Most guys share a dark secret in common.

No matter how well we know how to ignite a woman’s femininity, no matter how consistently we can “kiss close” a woman, and–indeed–no matter how long it is we’ve actually known a woman we’re with just about every guy faces a certain obstacle. An obstacle though soft, frilly and decidedly feminine as it seems stands in the way of the average man like afternoon traffic on I-35 in Austin.

It’s, of course, her bra.

Why can’t any guy seem to undo it quickly, easily and without any drama?

Granted, there are certain things that are so firmly rooted in a woman’s daily life that they become second nature to her while utterly confounding most men. An example is how a woman can take a shower, come out to grab a towel and a split-second later emerge with a “towel turban” on her dome that would make this guy jealous. How does she do that? Has any man ever really seen it done?*

Another example is getting the bra on and off. She puts it on by installing it backwards around her waist first so she can see to hook it together. From there, the drill basically goes: 1) Turn 180 degrees on her torso 2) Arms through straps 3) Position.

And much to the chagrin of every AFC out there, she can whip the contraption off just as easily. Usually when this occurs in your presence, unless you are being treated to a striptease (which admittedly is one way out of this whole mess), it’s accompanied by a statement to the effect of, “Oh whatever… Here, let me just take care of it myself.”

The horror.

But here it is…we as guys don’t deal with bras in “normal life”, so to some degree it’s an unfair expectation for us have this trick down as well as she. Ask her to tie a Double Windsor and see what happens. Most women are utterly nonplussed by such a daunting task.

Although, when a woman ties your tie for you it can be a surrealistically hot experience, can’t it? There’s just something intriguing about that.

So once and for all, no more excuses. It’s time to turn the tables and give you some added intrigue, pardner.

Right here, right now I am going to flat-out cure you forever of “bra intimidation”. No more fumbling. No more finagling. And for sure no more embarrassing mood breakers when it’s time to take her bra off.

You see, the problem is largely a matter of misunderstood engineering. Women’s bras generally are fastened in the back by between one and three hooks.** Conventional wisdom states that to unhook that which is hooked, one much angle and turn the hook to allow it to take it’s logical course to freedom based on its shape.

Ironically, that course of reason produces the most tedious possible results.

Rather, the focus should be not on the shape of the hooks, but rather the action of the elastic. After all, it’s not really the shape of the hook that’s inherently holding everything together back there, it’s the tension afforded by the elastic.

So then, learning to unhook a woman’s bra most effectively is basically a lot like learning to drive a stickshift in that once you understand the mechanics of what’s going on, the more the proper actions make sense.

I did a cursory search on the Internet for a suitable tutorial on this subject. While several came close and indeed gave valid “one handed” instructions, every one was still too complicated.

Emily tells the story about how back in high school a certain clique of brash and socially popular upperclassmen would come up behind them casually in the hallways between classes and with one sudden, deft motion undo their bras and begin laughing hysterically.

In the hallways. Between classes. With one hand. Through the girls’ clothes.

And what was most unnerving to Emily and her friends was not simply the imminent crisis involved, but the blasted accuracy with which the boys could operate.

My first thought upon hearing all of this was to wonder why we were too dense to think of this one back when I was in eleventh grade.

But I digress.

The point here is that if some eleventh grader can unfasten a bra, you can do it. But then again, you may have to be at least old enough to remember how to work a television dial.

Why? Because that’s exactly what it takes to get this right…the first time, every time.

And obviously, who used to change channels with two hands?

Forget attempting to uncurl hooks clumsily, “double fisted” all the while. Forget some motion akin to “snapping your fingers”. Forget anything you’ve heard about placing your middle finger between the bra and her back before “squeezing the latched ends towards each other”.

Sure, that last option is half right…as is the “snap technique” for that matter. But “understanding the engineering” here means that you realize not only that the hooks must be relieved of tension (by squeezing the ends of the bra strap towards the middle), but that they must also be redirected from each other at that point lest they simply re-fasten on the “rebound”.

Sound complicated? Nah. You just “change the channel”.

Grasp the back of her bra where the hooks are in the middle with your thumb and the edge of your forefinger exactly as you’d grab the channel dial. This inherently gathers the hooks together slightly. Then, from “channel 2″ to “channel 13″ we go, gentlemen. For those of you who may be challenged by this analogy, you are grasping at about 1:00 and twisting counter-clockwise to about 11:00.

Then just let go. If you really must, maybe tug outwardly just ever-so-slightly after grasping and as you twist.

Oh, and although not mandatory, performing this feat left-handed is preferable.

It’s like magic, I’m telling you. So elegant a motion, yet so powerful the results.

And yes…if you can undo her bra through clothes, it’s all the more simple without. The only real caveat is that the larger the woman is, the more hooks you’ll encounter. Logically then, undoing a taller, curvier woman’s bra may require a bit more authority (read: “deliberately executed steps”) than advertised…but the technique is no different.

So the next time you’re done watching what’s on…change the channel.***

Be Good,

Scot

Validation? Anyone?

Today has been a pretty big emotional piece of crap for me. I think it mostly has to do with the big piece of shit I took on my practice GMAT today, leaving me in a whole steaming heap of self doubt, but at least it's a practice test and not the actual test.

This weekend actually started out with so much promise. The girl who I made out with the previous weekend (who actually has a boyfriend she never told me about and continues to believe that I have no idea about her relationship) hinted at the fact that she wants to get together again soon. I then went out on Friday night with some of my boys and turned back into the PUA that I haven't seen in quite a while. I opened a plethora of mixed and different sets, most hooking right away and all but one turning into great, flirty conversations. I got blown out once and was so outcome independent that I didn't even care about it. I was just out having fun with my boys and nothing could take away that frame. I also got the number of this really cute, skinny chick from NY who had an amazing rack. I had visions of playing with those for days.

Saturday night also started out well. Went down to OC to celebrate one of my childhood neighbor's 60th birthday. I had a good time with everyone there since I've known them all practically all of my life and they are all like an extended family. I left knowing that I'd be going out that night with the boys again back in LA. I drove back up and was replaying Friday night and thinking of new openers and new conversation topics. I came up with some great stuff, as in how I could have maybe turned the blowout into something and a new routine I definitely want to try (about how girls always say that they're best friends with each other - different from Style's best friends test). I did have one fear though as I drove back up to LA from OC. Was I going to be able to keep up the momentum from Friday? Or was I going to have my usual letdown the night following a great night?

Ended up starting the night at Viceroy and just wasn't feeling it. I wasn't feeling the crowd, I wasn't feeling the atmosphere. I tried to warm myself up by talking to some cougs (it actually seemed like the whole place was full of cougs), but couldn't get into the right frame of mind for whatever reason. After a couple of drinks at Viceroy, we decided to head to V-Lounge. It was midnight and the line was ridiculously long, so one of my friends ended up paying off the bouncer and we got in right away. That also kinda pissed me off. So I ended up buying a round and what do you know? My favorite bartender was working that night and she hooked us up with drinks...ALL night long. So I proceeded to get pretty trashed and too focused on trying to hook up with her. I went home without really talking to anyone else other than her and my boys, which in retrospect is pretty lame and I predictably had my usual day after letdown.

Fast forward to today and I decide to take a practice GMAT since I'm planning on taking the test soon and do worse now, after taking a 9 week preparation course, than when I took a diagnostic test a couple months back without any preparation. This leaves me in a pretty sour mood (since I had also just wasted 4 hours of the day). In addition, I don't think the girl from NY who's number I got on Friday night is going to call me back. Needless to say, I'm in an emotional spiral of crap right now.

I could really use some validation. Someone? Anyone? Haha. *cries*

Hiatus

PU is taking a backseat for me for now. I need to get a few other things in my life handled (drinking, expenses, career, health). My lifestyle had spiraled out of control over the last few months and in order to be effective in PU, I need to make sure these other parts of my life are in order. This doesn't mean I'm going to stop talking to girls or picking them up, it just means it's not going to be at the top of my list of things-to-do for the near future. I don't think I could ever get it out of my life as it is now a part of who I am, what my personality is about. It just won't be as prominent in my life as it had been. With that, I am writing this post as my own reminder for when I look back and see when my life got back under control.

Making a List. Checking it Twice. Going to Find Me a Hottie Who's Naughty and Nice

So I was reading Sinn's blog and he had a great post about making a check list prior to going out. The list should include things you want to accomplish during the night (warm-ups, sticking points, etc.).

He also made the point that while you may have lists, it is easy to stray from them and just end up getting really drunk. I know I've done that many times: go out with the intention to sarge and talk to ladies, but end up just getting trashed with my friends. As a result, it takes a great deal of commitment and self control, but everyone should consider doing this.

As a result, I've decided I would come up with my initial list and see how many of these I accomplish on my next time out (these are very similar to Sinn's):

Open 1 set before I order a drink
Don't eject until I've been able to make the target laugh/gotten blown out
Approach the hottest sets in the venue
Approach all the sets that give me AI
Try to move every set
Number close 15 mins in
Push sexual frames
Try for k-close by 30 mins in, if not move on
No more than 4 drinks
Seed bounces/Day 2s
Have fun!

FR: Tao (Las Vegas)

Well, as with most of my FRs lately, I don't know how much educational value my FR will have since I don't really remember the details of what happened or what was actually said in my interactions. I only really remember the themes I did and different actions I did. However, I do know what I could have done better, so that might serve as a learning point.

Arrived in Vegas on Friday with co-workers and ended up just gambling and drinking with them that night. My friend/roommate/co-worker ended up winning $10K so it was a blast.

Didn't wake up till late on Saturday, walked around some, watched some college football.

Did some prepartying and then decided to head to Tao. I love Tao just because it is really big and there are always tons of girls there.

We get there and get bottle service at "the Beach," the upstairs area of Tao that I never knew about. It's kind of tripping me out because as it turns out, Tao is even bigger than I thought it was. I like this place even more.

Deal with some credit card issues and then get the party started. I've noticed that lately, I'll start dancing even when I'm not drunk and/or if no one else is dancing. I guess my inner game has gotten stronger without me even noticing, a good thing. So as the same, I'm dancing, partying, having a good time, while my friends/co-workers are catching up.

I cheers the girls next to us to warm up. Talk to them for a minute, then return to my group.

There's a bachelorette party going on at the table next to us, so I go over and mingle with them. The bachelorette is wearing devil horns, so I go over and ask, "so is it your bachelorette or are you really just evil?" She loves it and tells me it is her bachelorette. I get introduced to the rest of the group. Immediately, one of the other girls comes up next to me and is talking to me. She wants me to flash my nipples for beads. Fuck no I'm not flashing my nipples. So I tell her to come up with something else. We start trying to come up with other ideas. I tell them I'll rub my nipples and so I start rubbing my nipples instead. Then the same girl tells me to lick my fingers and then rub my nipples, so I do that anyway, making sure the licking is very...suggestive... in a non-gay way. haha. So I ask the usual question, how do you guys know each other? The one girl that sidled up next to me says that she's sisters with the bachelorette and asks me if i can see the resemblance. I say, no not really. You guys look completely different! Banter back and forth some. So the bachelorette says, you know what, you're really cool, here, along with the beads take this, and she gives me a condom. I'm like, alright cool. Thanks. I tell them I'm going to go back to my table, but that they should stop by and say hi.

I'm fairly warmed up now so I tell my friends that we should go downstairs and look for more people. Go downstairs and walk around a little and as we're walking through the crowd I just start talking to bunches of people. Finally I start talking to one, we'll call her HB Keltic (she had a Keltic armband tattoo - totally hot). She's like an inch, 2 inches taller than me with heels on.

I playfully tease her then intro her to my friends. We all chat for a bit then my friends head off to find other girls. I'm now in perfect isolation so we chat some more. Some push-pull, some teasing, bantering. She has a table as well and wants to go find her friends, so I'm like, OK, let's go. You lead the way. Now, this might be seen as giving up some power/value, by having her lead the way, but obviously I have no idea where her table is and it was done more like I was giving approval to go to her table rather than her telling me that she was going back to her table.

We get to her table and we are just chatting, I kino, put my arm around her. She offers me a drink, but I've still got mine, so I'm OK. She intros me to her friends, who seem like cool people, but they're having their own good time. I probably should have disarmed them more, had more of a conversation with them.

We sit down and chat. I tell her about the fact that there's a whole other part upstairs with a pool and everything. Future project us going upstairs and jumping into the pool together.

Stay down there for a while, then decide we should move and go upstairs. I grab her hand and lead her upstairs (Leading).

Bring her back to my table and intro her to all of my friends. Let her chat to a couple of my friends while I get another drink.

I tell her let's go back downstairs. She's pretty drunk at this point. I lead her back downstairs, hand in hand, fingers intertwined. We walk around the dance floor some, but she doesn't want to dance. She needs to go to the bathroom, so I lead her to the bathroom and go to the bathroom myself. Of course she's still waiting in line as I come out, so I go wander around and start talking to some girls from Italy. They were kind of boring, so when HB Keltic came back, I was pretty happy. I lead her back to her table and we sit and chat there some. The waittress pours me another drink. I'm now starting to get really drunk and this is where things go bad.

I tell her I'm trying hard not to kiss her and she tells me that I shouldn't so I kiss her on her cheek. She smiles. We chat some more and I point to my cheek and she gives me a kiss. Obviously, this isn't bad, but I think I began to sub-communicate I wanted more and started to lean in too much and started to look needy. My game wasn't tight anymore because I was getting drunk.

We were chatting some more and then I just pointed to my lips and she said she couldn't because she had to draw the line somewhere because she had a bf. Fuck. Oh well, I kinda lose state so I try to keep things OK and not make it obvious, but the conversation kind of wanes, so I tell her to stand up and then I spin her, but she's really drunk now.

Her friend comes over either seeing that I was being too needy or that HB Keltic was really drunk and says that I should probably leave, so I'm like, alright, fine by me. After the BF thing, I was ready to go anyway.

Head back up to my table and chill with my friends. Proceed to get even more drunk. Take pictures with my friends that I don't even remember taking. Supposedly, talk to even more girls, but nothing happens with any of them (my friends told me I was talking to girls - granted they are AFCs, so...). Leave Tao at some point... End up at Denny's somehow... End up walking back to the hotel... most of which I don't remember. Haha. As you can tell, I probably had too much to drink.

So anyway, lessons learned:

1) Do a better job disarming the friends no matter how disconnected the target seems from them at the time. They can still come back and bite you in the ass.
2) Plant more seeds. Don't just stick to one girl ALL night long. I was with HB Keltic for probably 2 hours. While fun, it didn't prove to be fruitful in the sense that I didn't get a makeout or pull. I did get her number and a kiss on the cheek, but I could have talked to a bunch of other sets and probably gotten more.
3) DON'T DRINK SO DAMN MUCH.

Other lesson learned (not associated with PU):
4) Don't sit in the sports book for 5 hours watching football on Sunday. Your nose/sinuses/lungs will pay for it afterward...

FR: Another Crazy Chick and a Night Full of HBs

I'm finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel in terms of my work and working tons of hours.

A couple of my good friends (non-community guys and girls) decide to come up from OC and hang out in Hollywood, so I decide to head out there with my roommate (non-community) and have a good time. There's at least one girl going that I know is an HB, an 8. Short, cute little Latina chick. We always have this sexual vibe going, so I know it will be fun if she is there.

One problem...it's fucking raining! and we're going to Cabana Club which is mostly outdoors...oh well...

So HB Cutie Latina was at my 25th birthday celebration down in OC and we basically danced the night away. Well, my good friend from high school was saying how she said that I was pulling her to dance with me and being aggressive with her at my birthday when I saw him tonight. Of course, he didn't believe her since he saw what was going on that night, but seriously, I was also like WTF. That kind of ruined my state, but I decided I wouldn't let it phase me.

In addition, Stage 5 Clinger's cousin was hanging out with us, but I got fair warning from another friend and I stayed clear of her and her friend to make sure I didn't do anything stupid with them.

The night basically started out slow. Not much going on. I was just dancing with my guy friends having a good time. My best female friend starts pushing me toward HB Cutie Latina as she knows we have great chemistry, so I'm like WTF? No, I'm not going over there. She's going to have to come to me.

So it turns out HB Cutie Latina comes to me and we start dancing. She grabs my hand and we dance. Same shit as my birthday. haha.

I decide to go out for some air and to check if it's still raining. I end up running into someone from the Lounge. Sorry bro, I know your real name, but i don't remember your handle. It was cool seeing you out there. Hope you had a good time.

Go back inside and decide to get some drinks with my guy friends. Go to the bar and my friend is ordering me a drink when this HB Asian rolls up with her guy friend and asks me what we're all drinking? So I'm like, not sure yet, still ordering. She does something freaky with her guy friend and I say, "wow, innocent on the outside, but freaky on the inside. I like it." She's definitely into it. It seems like they're a couple, but she keeps looking back at me after I made that comment. She comes back up to me and is like, "well, you look even more innocent." So I tell her, "you're right, I do. That just means I'm even more freaky in bed." This totally gets her intrigued and all worked up. She goes back to her guy and they get to the bar and order. She keeps looking back and me and smiling. I just give her a flirty smile and a flick of my tongue. This gets her all worked up again and she looks away.

I tell my friends, look at that chick, she's with that guy but she can't get away from me, chicks are such cheaters it's ridiculous. My friends agree that she wants my dick.

After her guy gets her a drink, she comes back to me and asks me what I'm drinking. I tell her Grey Goose and Tonic, a classy drink, I don't know if you can handle it, :Smile:. She gives me this disgusted face like "that drink is fucking nasty." I ask her, "what are you drinking?" She tells me, "let's switch drinks." We switch drinks and she sips mine and doesn't like it. I don't even taste hers. I get intro'ed to her guy. He's actually her friend and not her guy. Interesting...especially since I thought they kissed earlier... anyway... They tell me to come out with them and meet their friends. Alright, I head out to where there is less music and we chat a bit. I find out the HB and I have a lot in common. So i move her and isolate her. We chat some more. I do a lot of push pull. I reward her for things I like and punish her when she does something I don't like. I pretend to get up a bunch of times and she always pulled me back down to talk to her.

I tell her, "I'm going to go find my friends. Come dance with me." So I grab her hand and lead her to the dance floor where we dance and run into a couple of her friends. We dance some, but I can't hear her, so I tell her let's move. Move her again to a VIP table and chat there. Her friends join us and they're intrigued by me. I am the center of attention and her friends approve. Lead the men and women and the women will follow.

I tell her, "let's go dance." Go back to the dancefloor. Now, all of her friends are off the dancefloor and we are totally isolated. I dance with her. She moves her head closer to mine while we dance and closes her eyes. I know this is my cue to kiss her. I go in and lightly kiss her on her lips. I start to pull away, but she follows me so I linger there. We have a nice kiss and finally pull away. I think she is starting to have a little regret since I didn't provide that much comfort. We dance some more and she wants to go find her friends. We find her friends and she's kind of ignoring me, so I tell her bye and that I'm going to find my friends.

I find my friends and hang out with them. I tell them of the "crazy, drunk Asian girl who wants my dick" and HB Cutie Latina is like, "what about me? I thought we have great chemistry?! =(" So I tap her on the head and pull her into me and give her a hug. I don't say anything.

I tell her, let's go dance. All of us go back to the dance floor and it's on again with HB Cutie Latina. I'm running my hands all over her body and she's letting me, even having taking my hands and putting them in places that are a little more private. haha.

I tell her I need to stop, she is turning me on too much. She says, "good, let's keep going." So we keep dancing. She can feel my hard on on her legs and ass. She's loving it. So am I. hahaha. We dance hand in hand and ass to crotch and then face to face for a while.

There's 2 other hot girls in this social circle and I can see the AIs and IOIs. One's an 8, HB Blonde Asian and the other is a 9, HB Black Dress. This is ridiculous. i don't know what to do. haha. So, my gay guy friend comes over and I have HB Cutie Latina dance with him for a bit. I go and "save" HB Blonde Asian from some guy who came up to her and we dance. She ALSO has me put my hands close to her private places...haha. i'm not complaining.

Then I let her go and I put my hand out to HB Black Dress. She accepts and we start dancing. Again, I'm dancing with her, her ass to my crotch. She also grabs my hand and puts them in proximity of her private places. Coolness. I also run my hands up and down her legs, under her dress. She doesn't care. She loves it. Man, i can see the jealousy plotlines occurring. Holy crap...

I let her go...

HB Cutie Latina comes back and we dance again, hand in hand. She really wants me...but being that she's a really good friend of my best female friend, I'm reluctant to move her and isolate her. I don't want to fuck this up, especially since I had already kissed HB Crazy Asian earlier.

I decide to leave and go find HB Crazy Asian to get her contact info. I find her and ask her, we should hang out again, what would be the best way to contact you? She says email. fuck...i HATE email... i must have left too soon after i kissed her and didn't build up enough comfort for the number. So after I get her email, we end up chatting for a bit. She stands in front of my crotch with her hands around my neck and i have my legs wrapped around her, pulling her harder into my crotch, leaning back, of course. We talk like that for a bit and the sexual tension is high. her friends are around so nothing happens, but she tells me to make sure I email her. OK, will do.

I go back and find my friends. Dance with HB Cutie Latina some more then let her dance with our gay friend. I try to dance with HB Black Dress, but she's not having any. I can see the change in attitude. She has lost the attraction. She thinks i'm a player. Oh well. I dance with HB Blonde Asian some, but I'd rather dance with HB Cutie latina. I put my hand out to her and we dance some more. I didn't force anything on her or be aggressive. She wanted me... She was always the one to grab my hand and interlock fingers. I didn't pull her into me ever unless she indicated she wanted me to. Although, I never initiated the contact, I always lead the interaction when we were together. That was key.

Anyway, it was getting close to closing so I decided I had had enough and it was time to head home. i say my goodbyes and HB Cutie Latina and I have a long hug. I'll be sure to message her on myspace tomorrow.

Summary:

Even though I haven't done much gaming in the last 2 or 3 months, there has been a dramatic shift in my game after the lay during my 30 day challenge. I have a much more sexual, fun frame and I am no longer afraid to go for the kiss. It just comes easily and naturally now. I am noticing the AIs and IOIs a lot easier now and can easily tell when a girl is attracted. it's the subtle body language and the actions she does.

My image is congruent with who I am, increasingly sexual, and my game is becoming more natural. Now, if only i could go out more often, i would probably be posting more LRs instead of just FRs about kiss closes...

(A lot of this is rambling since it's like 3AM. I will clean this up in the morning...)

FR: Stage 5 Clinger

This isn't really anything to learn from. Just an entertaining story for all of you...

So in between long hours of work and before my weekend of work that included 25 billable hours, I went out with a couple of non-community (aside from Holiday and the iC) friends to V Lounge.

It was just supposed to be a chill night celebrating the fact that my cousin moved out here from Arizona. Along with my friends that came up from OC, my best female friend invited a couple of her friends out with her. One was not my type, one was OK, but was previously not OK (she's Asian and used to have bleach blonde hair - Asians with blonde hair is not my thing).

Anyway, as things would have it, I got ridiculously drunk because I had an extremely long week of work and I was just happy to be out with a bunch of close friends (and family - my cousin).

Opened a couple sets here and there, but I mostly wanted to get drunk and dance. I ended up dancing with my best female friend's OK looking friend, I'll call her Stage 5 Clinger, or S5C for short.

Anyway, the whole night I'm just being the center of attention, just having fun and making my friends laugh, and I know S5C is attracted. All the signals are there. Granted, I'm also really drunk. So I grab her and tell her to follow me to the bar. She complies.

On the way to the bar, I tell her, "I'm trying to so hard not to kiss you right now..."

And she responds with, "why?"

So I of course kiss her.

We end up never going to the bar, but end up sitting down and chatting - she needed comfort.

Long story short, I was drunk and did something I normally wouldn't have and would end up regretting.

Fast forward a day.

The next day, I get these notifications in my email from her sending me a message on my myspace, then asking to be my friend. OK, that's not too bad. Pretty normal for myspace.

Then she gets my AIM SN somehow... and on Tuesday night, she IMs me, but I'm going to bed, so I ignore her and go to bed.

So then yesterday, after I get to work, she IMs me and we start chatting.

From her messages on myspace, I thought maybe she just likes to keep things short when she types messages because she typs lik dis wenev she rites nething out. I was hoping that maybe...she just does that in messages to save effort and hopefully doesn't do that normally...like in conversations on IM.

No, I was wrong. She types like that in IM too. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. WHO DOES THAT?? REALLY?? GIRLS in FUCKING HIGH SCHOOL. SHE'S FUCKING 27!!!

27!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! I wanted to gouge my eyes out and THEN stick a fork up my ass. That would have been less painful to experience than this conversation.

Really...that was the hardest conversation I've probably ever had over AIM.

So after awhile the convo kind of died (I started giving one word answers) and I just ignored her, and she finally went away. BUT she later IMed me saying, oh sorry, I fell asleep. Um, ok...didn't respond.

I get off work and then go to the meeting (great meeting and meeting all of you).

Got home around 11 after picking up some food. Ate, watched a little TV, then went to bed around 12. I turn on AIM and before the buddy list even populates, before I can even see who is online, "Hello!" from her...

WTF!!!

Stage 5 Clinger.