Trouble In A Bubble.

Direct as Fuck Chaptitre Deux

I’m still experimenting with this direct as fuck style game.  It has its good points, but I still have my doubts.  But we’ll see who ends up on top, so to speak.

I just got into Parliament Station, and got off… so to speak.  When I came to the top of the escalator and went through the turnstile… pulled my thing out of my pants and put it in the thing… so to speak… No wait.  I pulled my ticket out of my pocket, and put it in the receptacle.  There was a hot tall Scottish redhead with great boobs on the other side.  She was standing talking to a girl wearing the same bright yellow t-shirt.  Amnesty International. She turned and saw me and gave me a great big smile and started walking towards me.

“That’s a great fake smile you have there,” I hollered at her.

“It’s not fake – but hey - we’re like twins since you have a bright shirt and so do I!  Hey, stand next to me for a second!”

By that time I’d already stopped.

“I’ll stand next to you, if you give me your phone number.”

“Haha well I won’t do that, but I just need you to do a little favour for me -”

“Is it a kiss?  Because I’d like that.”

“Ha ha no it’s not - I just need -”

At that point I started to lean in as if I was about to kiss her.

“Uh ah – oh – I’ll go and talk to someone else about it thanks bye!”

So it looks like direct as fuck game has its limits.  Whodathunkit.

I just told this story to Super Ego and he said “Damn - you did that?  You’ve got nerve.”

I said “Yeah… pity i’ve got no social acuity though ”

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