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Subject: {ASSM} Sure-Fire (Flash, MF, nosex)
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Sure-Fire

by parthenogenesis


I took a seat around the end of the bar, where I could see everyone
else at the bar as well as the people in the room.  About the time my
beer arrived, the guy next to me leaned toward me and said, "Think
you'll get lucky tonight?"

I laughed outright.  "Lucky?" I said.  "What's luck got to do with it?
I prefer a sure thing."  Fuckin' losers who think they have to go
after the prettiest girl in the room and get rejected about ninety
percent of the time.

My sure-fire way to get laid is to ignore the best-looking women
entirely and focus on one you know will still be alone after all the
scrabbling's done.  I mean, let's be honest here:  you don't take them
to bed for the face, right?

While all the losers were hopping from table to table, trying their
luck, I saw a woman sit down at the opposite end of the bar from me
and knew she was the one.  It looked like I'd probably need an extra
couple of drinks before I was ready for her, but, I mean, hey, let's
be honest here, the girls get better looking toward the end of the
evening, right?

I just kept the beers coming while the jukebox played and the room
thinned slowly.  Finally, I was ready to make my move.

I went to the other end of the bar and slid onto the stool next to the
girl of my choice.  "Buy you a drink?" I said.

She raised her head and looked around for a few seconds before she
zeroed in on my face.  Then she pulled her head back, shut one eye,
and squinted with the other.  "Yeah, you'd better," she said.  "I
could use a couple more."

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