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I knew it was over the moment I saw her big sparkling eyes look right through me. "He's there, he's there! Do you see him?" she asked, exhilarated while bouncing up and down like a little girl. The question wasn't so much addressed at me, as it was rather a rhetorical expression of her excitement.
"See what?" I asked her, but before I could get a grasp of what was happening her friend came from behind and said "is he still there?" as they both peaked trough the classroom door, trying to steal some glances unnoticed. "He isn't even that good looking at all!" one of the other girls yelled across the class. "C'mon, he is one of the cutest guys at our school right now!" she replied back. Already jealous, I went see who exactly was she fawning over.
I immediately understood where the disagreement came from. There was this tall, lanky asian boy with a emo fringe, one of the few ethnics at our majority white high school elegantly leaning with his back on the locker in the school corridor with a chain around his skinny jeans. Hardly a Chang, but for those times good looking enough to successfully run a strong niche game in a backwoods town during an era not yet corrupted by mass social media.
For the next few months I watched as her infatuation with him grew together with my beta boy jealousy. This was one of the most desired girls in my class with long brown hair, hourglass shaped body, d cups, and a plump ass. Or as the class clowncel put it "I would sell my mother if I could just lean my cock on one of her ass cheeks!" We were all jealous.
I learned a lot about attraction in those days. She tried just about anything short from a cold approach to get his attention. During recess she and her friend would go outside, just to see him smoking in the school yard, and then return talking to each other loudly "he def likes you, didn't you see how he looked at you?" For the curious, this is how a girls projection looks like.
One class ended early and I was waiting for some mates behind the school, the asian badboy was there, sitting on a retaining wall near the steps that were a narrow pathway that lead to the street. The girl came alone this time and I tried to yell "hey Becca! your luv is here!", embarrassed she tried to shush me, gave me the finger and left for home. Little did I know that my smirk would be wiped off my face in the next sixty seconds.
As she walked towards the stairs she stopped by the asian boy, grabbed him by his hand and started slowly peeling down his jacket sleeve, like it were a foreskin. I then heard her say "ouuuhhhhh what is this, c'mon let me see it!", her body leaning towards him, her long hair touching his knees, sliding her hand up and down his tatted porcelain white skin -- they were now within kissing range -- but the badboy didn't flinch. She adjusted his sleeve back again and said out loud" you know... I really like it ", negging for a respone, but he just took another inhale.
She bounced away, turning back one more time to look at him, but he never said a word back. It made no sense. But it reeked of confidence. Not the kind of forced confidence PUA's teaches, but a cocky attitude badboys like him naturally developed in the face of abundance. For him this certainly wasn't the first time a white girl expressed a desire so openly.
tl;dr: He experienced what ER dreamed of, without doing nothing.
"See what?" I asked her, but before I could get a grasp of what was happening her friend came from behind and said "is he still there?" as they both peaked trough the classroom door, trying to steal some glances unnoticed. "He isn't even that good looking at all!" one of the other girls yelled across the class. "C'mon, he is one of the cutest guys at our school right now!" she replied back. Already jealous, I went see who exactly was she fawning over.
I immediately understood where the disagreement came from. There was this tall, lanky asian boy with a emo fringe, one of the few ethnics at our majority white high school elegantly leaning with his back on the locker in the school corridor with a chain around his skinny jeans. Hardly a Chang, but for those times good looking enough to successfully run a strong niche game in a backwoods town during an era not yet corrupted by mass social media.
For the next few months I watched as her infatuation with him grew together with my beta boy jealousy. This was one of the most desired girls in my class with long brown hair, hourglass shaped body, d cups, and a plump ass. Or as the class clowncel put it "I would sell my mother if I could just lean my cock on one of her ass cheeks!" We were all jealous.
I learned a lot about attraction in those days. She tried just about anything short from a cold approach to get his attention. During recess she and her friend would go outside, just to see him smoking in the school yard, and then return talking to each other loudly "he def likes you, didn't you see how he looked at you?" For the curious, this is how a girls projection looks like.
One class ended early and I was waiting for some mates behind the school, the asian badboy was there, sitting on a retaining wall near the steps that were a narrow pathway that lead to the street. The girl came alone this time and I tried to yell "hey Becca! your luv is here!", embarrassed she tried to shush me, gave me the finger and left for home. Little did I know that my smirk would be wiped off my face in the next sixty seconds.
As she walked towards the stairs she stopped by the asian boy, grabbed him by his hand and started slowly peeling down his jacket sleeve, like it were a foreskin. I then heard her say "ouuuhhhhh what is this, c'mon let me see it!", her body leaning towards him, her long hair touching his knees, sliding her hand up and down his tatted porcelain white skin -- they were now within kissing range -- but the badboy didn't flinch. She adjusted his sleeve back again and said out loud" you know... I really like it ", negging for a respone, but he just took another inhale.
She bounced away, turning back one more time to look at him, but he never said a word back. It made no sense. But it reeked of confidence. Not the kind of forced confidence PUA's teaches, but a cocky attitude badboys like him naturally developed in the face of abundance. For him this certainly wasn't the first time a white girl expressed a desire so openly.
tl;dr: He experienced what ER dreamed of, without doing nothing.