Laconic Game

I'm drunk when I walk into the bar where I used to work.
I pull her in close and squeeze her waist.
She squeals and I'm glad she's exactly my type.
Petite, dark-hair, fair skin, clear eyes.
I've been kicking super slow game because I've been busy with training and work and the girlfriend flipping out on the regular.
Haven't had the patience or the time in my schedule to meet up with her and have a couple drinks before we make out.

We go a few days between texts but it's just my usual laconic game when I'm balancing a lot of things.
Women can sense a busy man.

I'm in no rush with her and it's because my girl is seriously taking up every spare moment when I'm not at the gym training or at work.

At any rate, it's always the girls you're mildly attracted to that you can really kick quality game to...and it takes every fiber of willpower to maintain frame against the ones you really want.

Such is the nature of the game....such is the nature of the beast.