But before we see more, let’s have a perspective shift (Always fun!)

“Ok so here we are, once again trying the dating game” Jenny ruefully thought. The last guy had not been able to deal with her “shit” anymore. Just like all the others.

Jenny was a self-described 8, though all her friends kept insisting she was a 9, and some (very biased according to her) would state she was a 10, her mom for one, but you know how mothers are, their offspring are always perfect right? Anyways Jenny was firmly in the belief that she was an 8 “objectively”. Her placement in the looks category wasn’t a problem in itself as Jenny wasn’t super picky in most areas. She had accepted that her guy didn’t need to be in her range looks wise. As long as he was nice, with good humor, of course she would try to get guys who were attractive if she could. And some of them would bite, had bitten in fact. Jenny had been with 10s, 9s, 8s, 7s and a 6 this last time...

There was one issue that Jenny had when it came to keeping guys. She needed to give blowjobs 2 times a week. No ifs ands or buts about it, if she couldn’t get that then the relationship could not work. She had tried with the 10s and some 9s when she was starting the dating game, and she ended up getting so cranky and nasty by the end that the guys almost literally ran screaming. She had learned then that only regular blowjobs would help her remain calm. Just like all other girls she was fine (repressed, but fine) when alone and she wouldn’t go off like that, but once she had a regular “access” and was denied she couldn’t deal with it. She wasn’t an egregious case, but her case was maybe special in its consistency. 2 times a week or her “rage” would build.

2 times a week, keeping in mind that she was an 8 (she was too! According to her). This had very quickly made 10s 9s and 8s completely out of the question. They would never accept 2 times a week with “her”. So, she firmly started looking at 7s for a while, and this last guy was a 6. And no luck so far. She had really expected the last guy to work out too. But “sigh” it was not to be.

Today she would try to bag a good 6 again, not because she believed it would work out this time. No, she was doing it because her girlfriends had been howling at her to get into the game again, after 4 months of “pouting” about. The reason she was going for a 5-6 and not something more, since she “knew” it wouldn’t work? Maybe she had a shred of hope left. Hard to say.

“Hey Jenny, look alive!” came an incessant plea from Blair

“Whu! Augh sorry, yeah. Whatever Leah said. That girl had it coming!” Jenny answered, hoping it was a good addition to the discussion, which had been “office bitches” before she started her vacant thought wandering.

“I haven’t said anything for a while Jenny, what’s up with you lately?” Leah replied, tersely at first before showing some concern

“No I just..” Jenny started saying before being interrupted by Blair

“Seriously Jenny, you need to get with it, find a new guy to get under y’know. Look I dragged you out of dreamland because that guy has been eying you and he’s totally your type!” Blair said in her blunt way, before pointing and yelling the last part to (purposely, most people would think) embarrass Jenny.

“Ooh, is he cute, oh wow! Total hunk!!! if Jenny doesn’t, I will. D’you think he would like me?” Ava streamed out in a hurry, like always.

“I will try girls, what kind of strategy should I go for with him… Umm! That guy! he’s like… a 9 at least, Blair! There is no way”

“Nope, no takesies backsies, you just said you’d try, no complaining! Get your ass over to him. And give it a good try too, maybe show that ass to him while you’re over there eh?” Blair was quick to firmly assert and then practically shooed Jenny out of her seat.

Jenny was reeling, “A 9, with her preferred hair color and the kind of facial hair she would have taken in her wildest dream.” She thought. She would have settled for a 6 with only one of the two! If the other thing was dealt with of course. But there was no chance that this guy would accept blowjobs twice a week. No way! She’d be wasting her time if he agreed to date, and what if he didn’t? Maybe that’d be for the best? She could complain to the girls a bit before leaving. Yes, that was probably the way to go about it.

While thinking this through she had been walking towards the guy’s table, he seemed to be alone, there were too many empty glasses and two half empty glasses, he had been here with a friend or two who had left him. That made her job easier. But could she use that to her advantage somehow? If he was here with friends who left him then they likely got theirs and he hadn’t which meant he liked to be chased, perhaps too far for any of the girls who must have tried to get him.

Oh no, I can’t really be looking at this seriously, her problem-solving brain had started working despite herself. Now she was considering how to get the guy after all. That was not good.

“Hey, my friends sort of kicked me out of the nest.” She pointed to her previous table. “And you looked lonely over here. Mind if I join you for a bit, just so I can tell them that I tried?”

“Oh, did they dare you or something? I guess I don’t mind.” He said, seeming disappointed.

“Perfect” She thought

“So, you. Haven’t drunk all this by yourself. You’d be noticeably tipsy, or are you, like a heavyweight?” She asked with her perky yet snark way.

“Hmm, well my friends drank those” He said. “They’ve left” he added lamely.

“Oh, well you smell great!” She made a show of getting closer and inhaling slowly before sitting back then adding “so they obviously had some other reason to leave you high and dry?” She lifted her eyebrow in question.

“Uhm, yeah one had a work thing and Tommy left with a girl” He answered, seeming a little frustrated.

“So you having the same luck as me.” She said trying to gain sympathy, playing in some real emotion as well.

“You mean because your friends “kicked you out” I guess that’s like being left alone, but they were just kidding right? They will let you back when you go back?” He seemed confused then a bit troubled.

“I meant that you’re having my luck with the opposite sex, and yes my friends only kicked me out, so I’d try my luck once again” She was too confused at his misunderstanding to think of something clever, going with the truth instead after explaining what she meant.

“Oh, but how can you complain about bad luck when you came you told me you wanted to sit for a while just so you could go back to your friends, why not try with a guy you might want? Must be someone around here, no?”

Ok, so he was trying to act needy. Trying to **** her hand. Playing at her nonchalance when she arrived, he did want to be chased! She could use the truth to her advantage too. All the better

“Ok, I wasn’t honest. I wanted to ask you out, but you were just so hot, and I thought I had no chance, and my friend Denise made me promise to try. That’s why I said that about letting me sit here for a while.” She said all this with the kind of honeyed inflection that made men quiver, not expecting it to be quite enough to get him all the way. And yet…

“What, you really want to go on a date with me? I mean I’d love that. Unless you’re joking?” He answered in a rush.

She was a bit staggered; he had said yes that quickly. Was he not into being chased after all? She quickly answered that she wasn’t joking, and they exchanged information and set a date a few days later. While walking back to her friends she thought back on the encounter. This was not good, she was going on a date with a 9, who was exactly her type. And she had no idea how to act to draw him in!