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<p>From the <a href="https://heartiste.org/2009/03/23/used/" target="_blank">original article</a> on March 23, 2009. Author: <a href="https://heartiste.org/" target="_blank">Chateau Heartiste</a>.</p>
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  <p>Three girls, two guys. One of the guys was obviously gay. (hellOOOO) He had <a href="/gay-boyfriend.html" target="_blank">gay face</a>. The girl closest to me, a blonde with a wholesome midwestern look, strokes my jacket sleeve.</p>
  <p>“I like the way your jacket feels.”</p>
  <p>“Any excuse to cop a feel, eh?”</p>
  <p>“What’s it made of?”</p>
  <p>“Silkworm. It’s very rare.” I scan the group trying to figure out the social dynamic. One girl was talking to the (presumably) straight guy in intense, eyes locked conversation. She would not cockblock. Another girl was glancing expectantly around the room, perhaps waiting for a boyfriend? She was a cockblock threat. The gay guy was a fat black man playing the role of the mother hen. He was a high risk cockblock.</p>
  <p>I address the gay first. “Is your friend here always like this? Touching random stranger’s jackets?”</p>
  <p>“Don’t we all!” (Boy, do I know how to call it). “She’s a sweetheart. Isn’t that right, Katy?”</p>
  <p>“Yeah, that’s what I want him to think.” She winks at me. The gay turns away and begins sipping his drink through a straw loudly, exaggerating the purse of his lips. He would no longer be a threat. She must have signaled him. I missed the signal. Too subtle.</p>
  <p>I talk with Katy for ten minutes before remembering to check her single status. Gotta be smooth when screening for BFs. “How do you know everyone here?”</p>
  <p>She gives me the rundown. The other guy is the BF of the girl talking to him. I lean in a little closer to her ear.</p>
  <p>“Your friend here,” I motion toward her single friend craning her neck and searching the room, “looks like she’s waiting patiently for someone.”</p>
  <p>“Yeah, her boyfriend is coming.”</p>
  <p>I lean back and let a few seconds pass. She smiles at me. Ok, I was in the clear. Katy was the odd girl out. Fresh unspoiled meat.</p>
  <p>We talk for a half hour. My game is not the sharpest it’s been, in fact I’m a little bit sloppy, but she eats it up like a hungry she-wolf. In hindsight, her extremely positive reaction to my less than stellar game should have been a red flag, but I carried on as if the number close, or even the same night bang, was inevitable. As evidenced by all the arm touching and flicking of hair, she responds very well. Time for a calculated reposition.</p>
  <p>“Hey, looks like your friends are pretty busy having fun in their own world. There’s an empty space just over there where we can sit and be a little more comfortable. Let’s move.”</p>
  <p>Her smile goes crooked. “Well... I’m waiting for my boyfriend. He’s coming here, too.” She shrugs her shoulders and raises her eyebrows apologetically.</p>
  <p>BEEEEEYOTCH.</p>
  <p>I stare at her with steely eyes until she gets slightly uncomfortable. I am not smiling at all. I want her to notice my displeasure. I think about calling her out in the manner of Roosh’s <a href="http://www.rooshv.com/2009/im-ending-cockblocking-as-we-know-it" target="_blank">campaign to call out cockblocks</a> and shame them in public. Perhaps say something like “I didn’t think you’d be the type of girl to conveniently forget to mention your boyfriend just for attention from other guys. I wonder what he would think of that?”</p>
  <p>Instead, I held my tongue and simply gave her the backturn. She didn’t attempt to re-engage. She knew she had committed a grievous lie of omission and the jig was up.</p>
  <p>I was used. Emotional rape. She had exacted her tribute — a half hour of my valuable time and energy that could have been better spent on available women. Mission accomplished: Ego validated.</p>
  <p>Thinking back, I see a pattern. Girls with boyfriends are often the happiest girls to be the target of my game. They are bored; they need that constant revalidation of their desirability to new men. They may or may not be in love with their boyfriends, it doesn’t seem to matter much. The need for male attention is an addiction that never really goes away, even when they’re 70 and the young man tells them how fetching their blue hair is. Only girls who are deeply in love are granted temporary immunity from the urge to whore attention. This phase usually lasts about 6 months. Two years tops.</p>
  <p>Soulmates who never need validation from anyone else but each other are as rare as pink diamonds. If you are in this type of relationship, count your blessings. You have won the <a href="/the-perfect-woman.html" target="_blank">quality girl lottery</a>.</p>
  <p>Later, I chastised myself for not getting her to cough up the BF information sooner.</p>
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