I sat at the bar and did my token smiling eyes as cute girls came in my proximity. Then I took her hand and led her back to my hotel room.When I got to my hotel room, she immediately hopped into the shower. “Need money eat.” She then motioned to her stomach.
I went to some bars that night and sat at my normal spot in front of the pool tables.
There was a 18 year old waitress that I had been hitting on for a while. A couple of other hookers tried to pull them apart, but they weren’t doing a very good job.
I started to worry that this might be more than the flu virus. He was probably working in Cambodia because of malpractice in Australia, but it was better than some Cambodian guy who had never even went to medical school. It’s not about the money.” The doctor had a knowing smile and just accepted that I wouldn’t pay for any of the girls.
I got to the Australian doctor’s office and he looked me over to see what was wrong. I remember thinking, “this guy pays because he has no game.” but maybe I should have “payed” more attention to the guy who had been living in Cambodia the last 15 years… I just had a common stomach flu and a day or two later I was feeling almost a hundred percent. I told her I wasn’t interested in anything, but drinks tonight, but I was curious how much she would charge me. “and if I couldn’t spend so much.” She looked at me flirtatiously “Because you handsome, 20$.” So that really was the going rate for many girls here. I was sitting in a bar and just about to finish my drink, when I noticed a bunch of prostitutes coming in. She was too involved in the conversations of the group. One of the girls in the group noticed me and came over and sat on my lap. She had the most guilty look on her face that made me think the worst. I continued talking to her and I wanted this girl so bad.
I went back to gaming her, I wasn’t giving up even after she had rejected me the night before.
Her English wasn’t that great so it wasn’t easy making jokes.
He was not the least bit gentle with them, but they seemed to respect his authority.
Until one of the hookers pulled out a knife and tried to go around the bouncer.
She screamed back at him and what seemed like a Khmer (Cambodian) cussing match ensued for the next minute or so after which the girl with the knife finally left. The waitress was there and I looked her over again. She was more cute than sexy, but she was VERY cute.
She had a small thing body and she wasn’t wearing anything revealing so I only guessed at what kind of curves she had underneath her clothes.
I kept building attraction during the conversation and building a connection.