"There's one problem,though, Will. You're a drag at bars." She smiled as though she had justmade a great joke, though for the life of me I didn't know...what it was.This was true. I'm not much of a drinker and whenever forced to spendtime in a bar I'd mostly sit at a table wishing I could go home. Therewere few places I would less like to be."You forgot a couple of things, sweetie." There was that smile onJane's face again. "One, you'll be unwittingly granting wishes to drunkguys. There are. .. etc. And all these should tell to the others only two things: that you are CONFIDENT ABOUT YOURSELF and that you are A COOL DUDE. In other words...that you have your Inner Game all together and strong. Check what I wrote about the Inner Game here:http://https://xhamster.com/stories/the-dating-game-part-1-the-inner-game-789842And that's all :) stay tuned for my future blog post. Until then, good luck with the Game, and be happy :) :)) I'm joking, of course that there is more to say about the. "Evelyn slowly walked down the hall into the livingroom and then acrossthe room to confront the intruder. There she saw him by the front door.He was struggling to move. You could see the tension in his face. Buthe couldn't move a muscle. He was like a fly in an invisible spiderweb, trapped, struggling, but hopelessly caught.Evelyn saw the intruder. He was young, no more than eighteen-years-old.Not too tall, about five foot eight inches tall with brown hair and anaverage build for a boy his. It nicks your forearm with the tip of its claw and you curse at it, scrambling further back and finally pulling your rifle off your shoulder. The old thing is rickety, held together with tape and prayers by this point, but it does the job as you point it at the creature’s head and fire.Bang. Bang. Fuck, still moving. Bang.The third shot finally stills the damn thing and it slumps, a furious look still etched into its maw. You breathe heavily and stand, looking at your kill properly for the.