The Club Head

This past Friday I of course did my usual “Let's party at a bar” just to get by for the night and be able to get some sleep after a few drinks. I had gone with a few friends and for the first time, a coat. Normally, I'd leave my coat and wallet at home- but for some reason I had brought both with me. After standing at the coat check annoying the lesbian for about a minute, I chose to keep my wallet on me rather than leave it in my coat. As I continued to drink and flirt with just about every man in there, I found one long-haired, blue-eyed, surfer boy who I had previously seen about twice before. After seeing his friends and himself eye me, I decided to hit on one of my less attractive friends to lure him in by thinking my standards are low and he'd have a chance. As I've seen him throughout drinking and dancing throughout the night, I finally had noticed him on the dance floor. After leaving my friends I decided to dance next to him, dancing alone. I sensed him watching me with each punch, each beat, each dip, and after about thirty seconds of dancing alone I had his arms wrapped around me. After teasing him with my name and if I'm single, I went back to dancing with my friends, hanging onto them as he watched and bit his lip. The Club Head, however, isn't necessarily jealous of other men. Because, he too is dancing, flirting, and getting drinks bought for him. After teasing again for another minute, telling him each of the songs he adored were my favorites and dipping it low for him (showing off a much needed exotic dancer move), I had him buying me drinks. After dancing with him for a bit, then moving on the man next to me to cause the only amount of jealousy, I had him entirely focused on me. To keep the attention of the Club Head, play with his jewelry (a true Club Head will always be decked out in jewels, real or fake) and teach him a new move that no one on the floor is doing yet. Don't be afraid to be uninhibited with him because he's probably seen it all. If he doesn't seem to be into his hair, play with it. He wants to make sure the attention you have is fully on him before he starts his pampering, so make sure to call him by his name multiple times. Name repetition is solid. In fact, the more times you say someone's name, the more psychologically attached they are to you.
Then after having a few wild dances, one to one of my favorite songs “That's Not My Name”, my small waist and big butt was finally used against me. Girl jeans tend to have smaller pockets, especially for a big wallet- so, my wallet had been lost. After accusing a transvestite of stealing my wallet; I continued on with my fun and entirely dropped talking to the club head after telling him that I had lost my wallet, completely forgetting every bit of conversation I had with anyone that entire night.
After waking up with soiled bronzer on my face, mascara running from one eye, and a horrible case of bed head. I picked up my cell phone to found out it had lost the rest of it's battery life. After another deep sigh, my friend (whose place I crashed at) let me use his phone to put a hold on my credit card. Finally becoming aware of all of my surroundings, I realized that my dorm key, food plan card, and school, as well as state identification were lost and gone. After going back to my building, I was told to go to another Columbia College building (the University Center) to try and get a new food pass so I was able to eat for the day. While going into the University Center, I expected nothing more than a new pass.
It was unbelievable when one of the security guards had grabbed a folder and pulled out my wallet. Saying that a young blond-haired man had came by around five in the morning, saying that I had told him I dropped my wallet and found it. Thankfully, I lied to him about where I lived, because it brought it to the wrong building. Inside my wallet, my three dollars was taken out, but replaced with a fifty dollar bill and a phone number written on a napkin.
Unbelievable is the only word I can say. Someone told me I must have good karma, I spit out my drink laughing.
Moral to the story is: to attract the club head you must toy with his mind and his body, but on a different scale than every other guy. He won't necessarily care if you're dancing and flirting with other people, because he does the same thing. He does, however, care if you love the same songs he does and will continue to take drink after drink from him. Soon enough you will have him obsessed with your body (if you can dance, or at least can fake it for two minutes) and have him buying you drinks while desiring your attention. If you can dance, you already have a shot at luring the Club Head. If you can show no emotions towards him flirting with other people, you're already on your way to a night of bottle service from the gentleman. Stay tuned next time as we discuss how to lure and toss the Sugar Daddy! One of the most challenging type of men out there, who will feel he has more power over you than anyone and who plans on having you at his peck and call. Time to turn the tide and see how you can truly manipulate and devour the Sugar Daddy.