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Blonde Chick: "She's scared to come talk to you, do you like her, think she's cute? She'll come over if you think that she's cute."
Me: "Yeah, I guess she's cute."
This goes back and forth, so childish. The hot goth chick is just standing there by herself, waiting on me to come talk to her because she's shy and intimidated by me, cute. I walk over...
Me: "Look at you, you're a texting machine."
Hot Goth Chick: "I know, I know."
She smiles...
Me: "I don't see you texting me."
Hot Goth Chick: "That's because I don't have your number."
Me: "I know, I'll give it to you."
I give it to her...
Me: "Now call me, so I know who you are when you call or text me."
She finishes...
Me: "Why don't you come over here where everyone else is, there's no need for you to be over here by yourself."
She agrees. This is what I mean by keeping shit simple, fellas. We take three of the girls home with us; We live less than five minutes from Panini's. I'm walking with the hot goth chick, and someone starts yelling at us...
No Idea Who: "WHERE ARE YOU TWO GOING?! YOU'RE LEAVING US!"
I point to my apartment, grab the hot goth chick's hand, and lead her upstairs. The rest of the group arrives. Appleface calls and hear's the girls in the background...
Appleface: "Where are you? Are you with girls!?"
Me: "And if I am?"
We then start arguing again. The blonde chick keeps telling me how hot I am, while the goth girl is getting all shy again, quiet. One of my white boys starts to rag on me. And the blonde chick immediately jumps to my defense...
