So I went out with my mate Tarquin (yes that really is his name). We played pool at this cool little bar in Canterbury. I got a drink and opened a set at the bar. I did it pretty much to pump up my state, I had no real motivations. I didnt have a target in mind, and in fact wasnt really interested in any of the girls in the set.

Problem was, Tarquin thought it was Christmas come early, so immediately joined in the set and practically became their best mates straightaway. They ended up following us around for the rest of the night.

Tarquin managed to get them to agree to go to his place. He demanded that I wing him, so that it wasnt just the two girls and him. I agreed, since it was his last day back before he goes home to Yorkshire.

He failed to close his target, who was this little 7 with funny hair. I had no target, and I honestly didnt give a fuck about them.

Her friend, a chubby 6, simply would not leave me alone, and was quite obviously desperate for my attention. I thought, fuck it, I'll be late for work whatever happens, so I might as well get a fuck out of it. I quite simply took her home and fucked her. Fat girls really are that easy.

It wasnt too great. In fact, it was kind of like fucking a human sized marshmallow. All doughy. At least she had a pretty face. And she was very good company. I feel much less dirty having done this than I did fucking that wretched stripper, despite how much more attractive the stripper was.

As per the rule with sub sevens though, I did all this and still managed to NOT give her my number, so there isnt much risk of a stalking situation.

So there you go. The moral of the story is that I seem to close when I honestly don't give a fuck about the girls I am chatting to. LOL. Why can't it be this easy with girls I actually like?

haha, good job still man!

Think of everything positivley! Stop worrying about what has or hasn't come... it'll come in time!