Sometimes it’s difficult to hone your skills as a master cock blocker. If you follow the mantra that I preach of only using your cock blocking skills as a defensive tactic, it can be tough to find faith in your tactics, regardless of how well you know them. However, every once in a while you’ll run into a situation that will let you make a gutsy play, and help you put value to your skills.
I hit the bars the other night to celebrate my friends birthday party. It was an uneventful night of drinking, and talking with good friends. As we were walking to the car after leaving the bar, a very pretty girl asked us if we had any cigarettes. She was outfitted in a classic upscale party dress, bodacious heels, and hair to the hilt. Puttering about was a guy that had been clearly driving what looked to be a broken down limo. He was taking unusual liberties with girls that seemed to be his clients. It drew my attention immediately.
Naturally, I wanted to let the situation play out naturally before I started asking questions. So, I waited as my friends fired off some questions. Apparently their limo had not broken down, but rather, shut down remotely after the owner failed to pay the bill. These girls were PISSED. The limo driver was a young guy, and was off consoling the two girls sitting on the trunk. He was literally sitting between them with an arm around each. It was at this point I could no longer ignore this anomaly.
“So, what’s the deal with the limo driver, do you know him?” I asked Tawny, the beautiful girl in front of me.
“Well, I know him from my work. He gave us a deal on the limo” She said.
I keenly replied, “You know, if it sounds too good to be true…”
Well aware of the irony, she hung out a middle adorned with a freshly manicured nail. My curiosity still not satisfied, I said “Where do you work?”
She challenged me to guess. It’s in these situations that I have what I would describe as an inordinate amount of luck. “Um… The Fox and The Hound?” I shot in the dark, name an upscale pub in the middle of Gilbert, AZ, a sleepy town east of Phoenix.
“OhMYGAWD!” She shrieked. “Trisha is a waitress there!” She flailed an arm towards one of her friends being coddled by the driver. “But you didn’t guess where I work” She said, tucking her boobs into her shirt as a mom might tuck in a small child to bed, patting them to make sure they felt safe. Apparently, this subtlety was lost on me as one of my friends blurted out “HOOTERS!!”.
Kid dead eyeing a hooters waitress
As I turned to give him a disgusted look of, “Are you fucking kidding me?” She chimed in, “Yep. I’m the bartender there, and she’s a server” she said flailing another arm towards her friend. I turned back with my jaw hanging open, having just put together the puzzle.
It’s at this point that you may think this cock blocking lesson is about separating the girls from the shady limo driver, however, he had dug his own grave before the night even started. The second that limo failed to turn over, he was done. I’m sure in his mind, it was the perfect plan. A limo full of hooters girls, some of whom he had a somewhat friendly relationship with from his patronage at their establishment. It had great potential in his head Im sure: some alcohol, and and I’m sure a destination that involved a pool. But, I saw him as absolutely no threat because he was the messenger, and when I tell you these girls were about to shoot him, you should believe me.
There were four of us, and I was driving my brothers Rabbit. So, I went out on a limb, like I think any other red blooded male would have done: “We can give you guys a ride home if you want, but, we are stopping at Filibertos, and I am getting Super Nachos. This is non-negotiable.” I informed them, being particularly staunch about my nachos. (I was hungry and sober) They agreed to my nachos stipulation, and it was just a matter of motivating them to move.
It was at this point, two guys walking through the parking lot started to rain on our parade. “Hey you girls need a ride? My friend has a super reliable whip.” He yelled, obviously afraid to make the approach into the group. This is important, because it shows how un-committed they are to the cause. The girls started to pay attention to these douche bags, and it was at this point, it was time to “Stay the course”. Staying the course is either moving forward with a committed decision, or making a foregone conclusion that something is going to happen.
Some people have commented to me that this is on par with “The Jedi Mind Trick” but it’s not deceptive. It’s purely ones understanding of the situation — mine.
“Well, we’re gonna head out, you guys coming with us?” I said.
The guys trying to bogard our owl girls saw they were being paid no attention to and moved on. There was no need to be macho and say, “Why don’t you piss off bro?!?” Or try and start a fight by asking them “Why don’t I whip you douche bag?!”. Great cock blocking is about complete and total situational control. Rather than try and start a fight with some random dudes, it was just a matter of making sure it seemed like the girls were ignoring them.
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