Stoney Wrote:What the hell, it's Sunday, I'm loading the bowl - let's go with the long.
OK. Let me lay some groundwork:
I work for a company that sells computer software and hardware over the phone. We work with some very large distributors (Fortune 500 companies), and one of the distributors schedules a training seminar for their top clients about 4 times a year. This seminar happened to be in Tampa, FL from Wednesday through Saturday, and I was the one that attended from our company.
I choose to attend the "Psychology of Consultative Selling" course that was offered, and it was a really informative class. This dude named Walter Santiago taught the four 2 hour long sessions, and he was $$$. One of the sessions had to do with overcoming phone objections when cold calling. Here's an important example that will fit into the story later:
Objection: Sorry, I'm already working with someone else.
Response: That's cool, but you never know what tomorrow will bring. Let me meet with you for just 20 minutes, and we can jointly discuss if my offerings will be able to help you out. Does Tuesday at 3:00 work for you?
Now that we've got that out of the way, let me continue with the story.
The other 250 attendees and I go to GameWorks in Ybor City for dinner that night; there's free buffets and all the beer/wine you can drink at no charge. We all get smashed for 3 hours and then go to the Green Iguana club down the street. The female I was networking with from the Psych. of Selling course seemed pretty interested in me (read: was completely smashed), so after a couple of hours worth of mingling/dancing/light petting we decide to get out of there. The other consultants there thought I was $$$; here I am taking one of the only single girls in attendance back to the hotel room for an appointment with my cock.
We take a cab back to the hotel, and she's holding my hand and snuggling and shit, kissing me a little and whatnot. We get to the hotel, and the first thing she says to me in the elevator is "I hope you don't think anything is going to happen tonight. I've got a boyfriend back home."
My response was, "Hey...what happens in Tampa stays in Tampa." She didn't buy it. If only I had said "That's cool, but you never know what tomorrow will bring. Let me meet with you for just 20 minutes, and we can jointly discuss if my offerings will be able to give you an orgasm or two. Does 10 minutes from now work for you?", I would have stolen the pussy for sure.
So we go back to my hotel room to chill, and she sits on my bed about as far away from me as possible. After about 5 minutes of listening to her discuss her life, she hops up and says she has to leave.
Last night I was hanging out at the bar and there was a bachelorette party there. Some female named Claire starts talking to me and shit, and of course I'm making her laugh because I'm so fucking money. She tells me to come back to her friend's place for a small little after bar. There's me and two of my boys, and then 3 girls and the bachelorette in attendance. The fact that the beds were taken by the drunk bachelorette and some random other people hurt my chances of getting some, but we were still laying on the couch by ourselves and shooting the shit. Then she says that she's got to go home to feed her dogs. She says that I'm more than welcome to come over there sometime, but specified that it had to be during the day. She put her number in my phone and bounced.