Cape Town Summer Nightgame Pull: “Winged” by a Pick-Pocket

It was summer in Cape Town. I know what you did last summer. What did I do? Had sex in a loo… Oops. What the f##k. Am I getting ahead of myself? Nope keep on reading…

Setting the Scene

Since my hometown, Stellenbosch, was quiet due to the student holidays, I rented a cheap room in Cape Town for a week. It was one of those rooms that used to be the house owner’s garage but instead got renovated for rentals to students. At this accommodation, there was only one unusual rule: “No guests at night after 7pm”.

Rally the Troops

Me and my regular wing was hitting up a few other guys that night on WhatsApp. Rallying the troops to come party with us. One new guy showed up but faded as quickly as he joined. A.W.O.L. No problem, we were going to have fun anyway. Long street can be quite good in the Summer on a Friday night.

I was hooking girls easily. This seems to be a recurring pattern on these pull nights. If you hook easily its a sign you’re going to pull sooner or later. While if you’re not hooking at all, then it may be a problem with your vibe, your attitude, clothing choice for the night, or your grooming. So at some point, I end up at this bar where I notice many cute girls.

First Encounters of the Furry Kind

First, I talk with a slightly overweight (“cuddly”) European girl. I gave her a friendly hug and open with “Hey, where are you from?”, since she clearly looks like a foreigner. Now I put my arm around her and start leading her around the club. I could tell immediately she was into me. Next, she leads me to her friend and starts talking to her. Her friend was thin and hot.

Funnily, I felt a pair of hands on my ass at this point. The friend was feeling me up over my jeans. This is something European girls often like to do, but it almost never happens in Cape Town. Hey, I’m not complaining (as long as the girl is hot). The feeling was mutual. I introduce myself to her and next hold hands with her instead of the original pudgy girl. I kiss her cheek and get some good kino (physicality) and vibing going, e.g. playfully dancing with her. And returning the favor by touching her ass a little over her pants. She enjoys it.

Girls Chasing Bad-Boys

When a chick is into you, you don’t have to do too much to “game” her. You simply need to have a good belief system and stick around. The fact is she is also on the hunt for (and chasing) “bad boys”. Or as I see it: Men who aren’t “needy“. It probably helps at this point that she saw me with her slightly overweight friend first, and that I already gained the pudgy friend’s approval, before meeting her. Thus I was not going to be cockblocked.

After 10 minutes or so, we start to make-out. However, I pull back and avoid over-eager sloppiness, such as sticking my tongue deep into her throat. I enjoy partying with this girl because she was allowing physicality and being spontaneous. Plus, I refuse alcohol and simply keep on dancing with her, instead of drinking.

The Truth the Whole Truth, and Nothing but the… Free Drinks

Not drinking isn’t always particularly easy. A friendly bloke sitting at a reserved table with plenty of alcohol starts offering us free drinks. The girl takes one or two Ciders and starts talking with him as well. But I refuse his drinks while telling him that I’m driving home afterwards. However, I don’t get jealous, because every time after she talks to him, she comes back to me. We kiss more, my hand around her lower back and sexy stomach. Everything seems to be going well. Me and the girl and our new best friend.

I’m Going to the Bathroom *Read between the Lines*

We were chilling together in the club for much longer than an hour. So at some point, she’s telling me that she is going to the bathroom. She’ll only be “5 minutes”. This is a very typical thing women say when they need to catch some fresh air. And off she went looking for her friend instead. I thought I was losing the set but reminded myself that I must keep my mindset right. She already proved that she liked me a lot through the physicality and small make-outs. So if she disappears from my radar for 10 to 15 minutes, it doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to go home with me. It simply means she is being social and this includes other people in the club too, apart from only myself.

3 a.m. Outside the Club

I decide to go outside for a while and end up standing close to her friend, who was in the process of being pulled by another guy. I knew this is a good place to meet up with her hot friend again, as she’ll inevitably come back to her soon.

It was finally closing time – 3a.m. So the chick comes outside, and although she seems a bit more distant now towards me, focusing more on her other friends there, I don’t lose hope. I simply hold my hand out to her, pull her in, and hug her. We feel the chemistry again. I ask her where she lives, and she asks me as well. Since I was crashing in Cape Town for the week, I say I live 10 minutes away. I couldn’t pull her to my temporary lodging because the owner said no guests after 7pm. Of course, I was going to attempt to sneak her in anyway.

I start to suggest to her that she should come home with me. She was buying into it, in some way. Asking me if this is “her invitation”? Referring to the typical man-to-woman “invitation” after a fun night partying together at a club. I respond “yes”.

“Winged” by a Pick-Pocket

So me and the cute girl, hand in hand, along with the overweight friend and her guy, start walking in the direction of my car. We were strolling in Loop Street, which is parallel with, and like a younger brother to the notorious Long Street. On the way in the direction of my car, someone bumps into the other guy. It all happens very fast. Politely, he mumbles an apology, gathers himself, and then tries to figure out what happened. At the same time, the black dude who bumped into him, as well as another ghetto guy walking close by, vanish around the corner.

Suddenly, the other guy’s phone was missing. He got pick-pocketed by the black dude. While bumping into him, they distracted his attention, and now, less than a minute later, he was without a cell-phone. Furious, he wants to go home immediately. So he hails a taxi and takes the chubby girl along with him. Now it was only me and the hot girl left… Well, this is Corrupt Africa, and I got indirectly “winged” by a random Pick-Pocket.

Me, my Chick and the Good Receptionist

While walking towards my car, the girl tells me to walk down another road instead of straight ahead on the same road. I was concerned she lost her sense of direction, which, in Cape Town, can be a bad move late at night. But, two more blocks down, we arrive at her hostel. She tells me to come inside. Initially, she wants me to come to her dorm with her (which I’m not that keen on anyway). Understandably, the receptionist also objects. However, he is awesome to suggest that we should go together to the balcony common area instead. Many hostels would not have allowed this, because I’m not checked in as a guest.

Consummate the Cape Town Night

On the balcony, we start making out again. Her hands go into my pants, and my hands into hers. Since sex on an open balcony would’ve been risky with many surrounding apartment buildings, we go into the toilet instead. It was a normal-sized cubicle, with only a wash-basin and a toilet. At least it was sparkling clean. So inside, we undress. I closed the toilet seat, and sit on top. Both me and her naked at this point. She sits on top of me and starts slowly rocking her body… Now she starts talking in her native European language, telling me how horny I’m making her. Some words I understand, but most I don’t. We are in the cubicle for at least 30 minutes, while making unforgettable memories.

When we come out, she shows me her “comfortable with nudity” European side. She walks naked to the balcony to get dressed instead of, like me, getting dressed inside the bathroom. Plus, we notice some guy (most likely the hostel receptionist) put a condom on her flip-flops which she left outside the toilet. Maybe because he knows a secret: The hostel guests who consummate, are the most satisfied guests who leave the best reviews. I really liked the girl and she was also very into me. And so we went back into the cubicle for Round 2.

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