Story time: one weird conversation

In a winter night last year, I went out to the club and ran into a bunch of people in the little locker wall. I think her name was Danielle, and there were two girls and eight or nine dudes in their clique. She was very hot, even though in Japan she would probably be considered somewhat chubby, given that most Japanese girls are like skeletons ready to be buried. Still, we hit it off right away.

I befriended the friends and was going hard for her.

What does it look like? I cut the space between us, get in her face, talk nonsense and just generally self-amuse. Now, at that point I hadn't made this subtle distinction between self-amusement and self-absorption. Guess I was coming off a little bit like a bag of douche, or just plain standoffish. She was into it, nonetheless.

There was this one particular friend who seemed to be the chode friend. I bet he likes her but got friend-zoned somehow (I'm sorry for you, man).

Anyway, this guy was trying to cut me off of their group like the tool he is, but I just laugh repeatedly at his pointless efforts. To illustrate, he'd put an arm between me and the girl and other silly maneuvers. After making a fool of himself, he apparently decided to befriend me or toy me, I'm not sure. He started talking to me in Japanese. Bad Japanese, by the way. Maybe he thought I'd run home scared of that?

I just said: "what's wrong with you, man?"

Two minutes later, him and the friends went to the dance floor giving me a window to get some kissing time with Danielle. Unfortunately, she wasn't ready to be pulled. No hard feelings, baby.