How To Play The Game.

five - michael

After a really weird and kind of awkward night at the bar I learned a new trick to pick up girls that I didn't think even existed. Really, I think I'm a genius for discovering this and I hope that at least some of you can put this to use as well.

This is pretty much the first step of "playing the game", the game being getting a girl to practically beg you to sleep with her.

Basically I met a girl at a club and we flirted for a while and then decided to leave her without asking for her number. I knew her name and all, so if I really wanted to I could totally look her up on Twitter later, so I wasn't worried about never seeing her again.

But apparently I'd left such a great impression on this girl that she actually tracked down where I live and came to my apartment to ask why I didn't ask for her number last night.

She isn't like the girls I normally sleep with or go out on dates with, but I think I like her. She's really cute, I guess, and I think she'll be a good experience for me. I'm so used to being with girls that are just like me, you know? Girls that I have a lot in common with.

Well, I really don't have anything in common with this girl, and I think that's what I like so much about her. She's different, very different, and I want to try this out.

But she tracked me down, isn't that just so fucking cool? She's so obsessed with me already, I could probably take her on a date to a trailer park and she'd still come back to my place and fuck me after, that's how into me she was.

So here is Step 1: Don't ask for a girl's number right away. Not giving them the attention they want just makes them more interested, and they'll probably lay awake in bed all night thinking about you and wondering if they did something wrong. Then they'll come back to you and eventually you're going to get some action, and it'll be worth it.

Michael saved his work and shut his laptop, no longer able to write because one: he needed to see Lily again to experience anything really worth writing about and two: Calum and Ashton were fighting in the kitchen and Michael was distracted.

"I've been slaving over this hot stove for hours, trying to make a nice meal for all of us to eat, and you have the nerve to come in and question what I'm doing?" Ashton yelled at Calum, his hands on his hips. Sometimes Michael felt like Ashton and Calum were married and he was their awkward son that was ignored half of the time.

Ashton was always cooking and cleaning and taking care of Michael or Calum when they got sick, he was worse than Michael's own mother. Calum, however, could probably live off of leftover Chinese food and always had to sit on the couch while he ate so he could watch whatever sports game was on.

"I just asked why we couldn't get takeout!" Calum protested, holding his hands up in surrender.

"We get takeout every night! Our house smells like Chinese food! Everything smells like Chinese food! My shampoo smells like Chinese food!" Ashton whined, stomping his foot on the ground.

"Aw, sweetie." Calum joked, taking a few steps closer to Ashton. See, they were practically a married couple.

"We just never sit down and eat together anymore." Ashton sighed, looking down at the floor. "Michael always locks himself in his room to write about dicks or whatever and you eat on the couch and I eat at the table. We live together, we're best friends, we should eat together too."

"Aw, Ashy." Calum pouted, holding his arms out for Ashton, who stepped forward and let Calum hug him. "I'm sorry, I didn't know that this meant so much to you."

Michael stood there watching with his mouth partly open, wondering why his friends were so weird and why he even lived with them. Michael could easily afford his own place, he just chose to stay with his two friends. Sometimes, when things like this happened, Michael regretted his decision.