If I told you that you could have the depth and connection that you wanted with your definition of a FLY chick, and she were to give you all the emotional and physical fulfillment that you desire, and you could get all of that by spending a few hours with her that passed with ease, you would jump at the chance.
If the thought of that makes you excited then you probably should look to understand Game.
Best illustrated with an example.
Wake up at 3pm and it’s Sunday and shinning and I’m piecing together the strings of last night from the empty bottles and roaches that are all around my flat.
As best you can recall it had involved lots of Whiskey at an after party spot in the Valley where I had run in to the definition of cool and sexy and silky smooth vixen sista who was speaking other languages in my ear and enjoying me until the early morning.
Now she was just a Vision and I headed out to grab food. I hit the local corner spot, dap up the Older Gs that are posted, and grab a breakfast sandwich. Throw down with the cats and Spit Game as per usual before rolling off back towards the spot.
Then I see Another Vision.
This girl, different from the first, but still exactly the Type. Seated, bench, kicking it on her phone.
Funny how life will throw you a good roll like that.
So of course I go talk to her.
Circle back, sit down. Check my phone. She looks over. I turn, say hi, tell her to take off her headphones.
But she’s too much energy full in the face and my usual stuff just goes out the window so I just Go Direct.
She’s flattered. There’s an accent. I grab on that. Of course it is French. And She’s French African. I break out a bit. But slowly, letting her pick up the pieces.
The questions start coming.
“How do you speak so well?”
Vague answers. She asks some more. I throw her a few bones. She’s fully in to this now.
“Why did you come talk to me?”
“Who are you what are you doing here?”
It goes on like that for a while.
I tell her I want to take her out. Tonight. I’ve got to leave the next day for business. We exchange numbers.
She asks if it’s a date and I tell her we are just hanging out. “No pressure”
She doesn’t like dates. She just had a bad one the other day. Guy was a terrible kisser.
This is a wide open shot and I’ve been hitting from range all day.
“I hate when that happens, but are you even a good kisser.”
She looks at me funny. We’re pretty close at that point. She opens up and I reward her for it. Pull back early. “You’re decent.” She goes for some more. Pull back again.
Then she is a bit amazed that it even happened. She says as much. And she bolts. She’s drops a “nice to meet you” and dips.
Things were going so well too.
I’ve got her number though. And when I get back to my spot I’ve got a text from the First Vision From Last Night. We circle around making plans. It gets later.
So I Call the girl from the bench. No answer, message, “yo it’s me from earlier, I’m still trying to take you out, hit me back if you get this and we’ll get dinner.”
I think it’s pretty Cold at that point.
The homies come through to blaze up and kick it while I’m in town.
Then my line goes off. She’s calling me back.
I answer. Of course the bros are trying to throw me off but I’m Smooth and Collected. Always.
She can’t believe we kissed earlier. She wants to go out. I tell her that we’ll do dinner at 8. She says we will meet at the bench. “Where we kissed.”
It is on.
Time comes around. I throw back some 12 year and post. She calls again. She’s at the park. I roll down and of course everything is straight edge. I am the picture of fly and she is as well.
She was fly before, but now it’s dress out, hair down, and it is Extra Fly now.
I’m low key playing it conservative and go for the double cheek kiss. But she goes in for more and that’s pretty much that.
Dinner is for us to enjoy. The spot is nice. The atmosphere is double nice. The owner is comping me a bottle just because he understands how Fly this girl is and how we are delving in the Night.
Topics range as the Conversation and the Wine flows freely. Three courses later and we are both full but light at the same time. The sign of a good meal. We walk back to the spot.
Upstairs things escalate quickly. She was Extra Fly with the dress but with out it she is the Most Fly.
Later after we are both worn out, she lays on me and we talk about life and love and the connections that once strangers can make.
“I just met you today but I feel like you know me so well.”