Always call the next day after engaging in a long session of bedroom acrobatics with another person, ESPECIALLY if she knows people you know.
So my friend Rainer has a thing for hitting up temporary girls. What does that mean? It means a hot, fuckable chick that is only in the city for a short period of time OR they have to be rich, hot and have a high potential of leaving the city. Anyways so every now and then, Rainer and I would chit chat via Blackberry. Conversations consist of us trading juicy scandals within our lives, whose lives we’ve ruined, plans of future treachery or debauchery, boast about the city’s hottest parties and latest purchases (think hottest runway items), etc. In other words, we catch up.
Rainer is a person of chameleon properties, he can adapt himself to most surroundings, most of the time changing his environment to suit him. His ability to look like a college jock to a sophisticated, successful person of credibility is uncanny. With these abilities, he is able to lure almost anyone he wants, and this he does oh so very well. During some fine wining and dinging with him earlier this year, he told me this story about how he went to Germany for work and went to some club on his own, and when I say alone, I don’t mean in a sense where creepy men go into clubs, linger in the shadows and try desperately to pick up someone. No, this guy goes into a club and comes out with a list of numbers in his pockets, his genitalia satisfied, a girl on his left arm, a model on his right, and a group of other girls with new guy friends he’ll meet. So he goes to this club, checks out the crowed, locates a target within a group of people who seemed to be in their early to mid-twenties, obviously with a bit of money and connection. The target seemed to have been working the small crowed while men were following his cue, girls were all over him. Rainer made his move and by the end of the night, he was best friends with this guy who turns out to be a the heir of some monstrous Swiss Pharmaceutical Enterprise, living in France. His friends consist of other French socialites, famous celebrities, etc.
Rainer leads a total life of slutism, his sex count in a month could possibly surpass the count of someones whole life. He’s like Elizabeth Taylor, but minus the marriages; the charisma, the looks, the # of partners.
Since I will be gracing him with my presence this month during my multi-city work/vacation trip, I thought I’d find out the weather there for packing reasons. Anyways we ended up messaging each other for hours like we usually do and we got caught up. Here’s a snip bit of the conversation.
Victoria: So what exciting stories of sex and scandal is happening in Rainer’s life?
Rainer: Some chick approached a friend of mine at a local watering hole and asked if he was friends with Rainer. This is how their conversation went.
“Yeah, I know Rainer”
“He’s so bad! He never calls the next day”
“Nah Rainer’s a nice guy”
Lol. Best part is I apparently showed up at that point and she went scampering away. I don’t even know who she is but she’s destroying my rep!
The last thing you want is any of your women meeting each other and having a huge confessional to avoid all the drama. Make sure to cover your tracks and play the total gentlemen so women don’t hate on you, even when you’ve grown tired with this girl. Cover your tracks!
Great, he’s now encouraging me to PUNK my ex with Ashton! What a bad influence.
