Hey hos!
Nothing to brag about as yet, but I've decided to start a new thread anyway. I believe that there are discoveries I've made even though I haven't closed.
First thing: there's too much brain activity in all that shit. Way to much. This isn't how you nail it, methinks. It's like the title says: fuck you, wanna pull! That's it. I'm now waiting for this primitive urge to grow and scatter all the muck I've gathered in my head through thinking too much. Brain enema! I'm feeling it's coming!

Ok, I'm writing fresh after an unofficial xmas do folks from our company had tonight. Eventually we landed in a bar with way too loud music to have any decent conversation. So I'm sat there, sweeping the surroundings with my eyes, noticing a set of 3 girls with their 3 fellas right to me. Bored out of my head. Then it strikes: fuck you; wanna pull! Really, I just wanted some fun, but this seems to be a good warcry for me
I turn to the 3 girls: oi, if there was a dancefloor over there, would you come and dance? - Well I don't know... - What do you mean you don't know, would you!!?? - Um, yeah. Ok same question towards the guys I've come with. Yeah, reluctantly, but I think this may work out. Ok, so I get off my stool, go where I imagine best space for a dancefloor would be and start moving tables and chairs to the sides. Ok, dancefloor is ready. I wriggle there for a few seconds and see nobodys impetuous enough to join me. fuck, I'm angry and try to work the three girls. They're seem to want some fun but kind of wait for the guys sitting opposite to give some sort of permission or whatnot. Ok, I turn to the guys: now, you see folks, your ladies would like to have a dance with you. Plowing. Cutting short, tried to get anyone on that dancefloor! Asking, luring, offending... Too much of a chicken shit. Even a girl from my work I pulled forcibly and done a few nice spins is not having it because everyone else is a shy embarrassed pussy! Mostly because, I believe, her boyfriend and my supervisor is so embarrassed by the situation, that he's actually happy I've settled for his gf and I'm, thank god, not trying to drag him onto the bloody dancefloor!
Ok, no evident success there. Minor things I've noticed: When I started talking to those three girls I was afraid their dudes would get alert instantly and block me off. Nope, they had some footie or other crap to talk about. Probably would only notice something's going on when seeing me making out with one of the girls. So I should've pushed harder and chatted them more. Only the music was too loud!
Next thing, talking bollocks about the dancefloor and dancing, I didn't even noticed when I did kino. Only now as I'm remembering it I can see I first touched the blonde I liked the most on her arm and then rubbed her tit a little. No going in the head, nothing. Living in moment! Brain activity reduced to reception and reflexes. Cortex was idling most of the time!
Ok, after all that the place had to be abandoned, I felt it clearly. I showed I wasn't content with my friends being such stiff mingers and not joining me dancing but made a warm bye-bye with everyone by kissing ppl and hugging them.
I went to other places later but I wasn't up to much.

A side note: I'm a great film maker Whenever I watch in my head the films I've produced they're bold man! Obviously I'm starring there and, man!, doing fucking great job! Except all that bears no resemblance whatsoever to anything real life. So, at least for me: there's no use to write scripts, they turn out to be pure lameness in the hindsight. Not only they're not real! They don't even get a chance to be acted out!

The conclusion: fucking ground breaking it is for me how little brain you need to use in those situations. For me, always favouring cerebral wanking to things broadly physical it is an epiphany! Now, I'm waiting for counterarguments but my gut feels I'm right.
I'd even go as far as to say: don't use your brain! think dick!

Oh well, another scatterbrain post by 7aco. But if any of my writings actually carry anything worth a glimpse, these are ones.

Fuck you; wanna pull!
7aco