OK back to the pleasantries of the babes of Victoria’s Secrets. I was in the mall doing some last minute shopping and asked a friend if he wanted to head over to Vicky’s. I was surprised that he said he felt intimidated by the store. I certainly can feel his anxiousness as I have approach anxiety more often than I like to admit. The good news, at least for me, is that I actually found a valuable lesson to be learned here. Now something like walking into a frilly girly-girl store like VS, is not a big deal at all to me. To my friends walking up to a babe and gaming here is not a big deal to them either.

The lesson is, why should life be anything less than fun? Like who cares if you’re approaching a babe, just do it, get out there, smile and have fun doing everything. The passionate man, who is confident does not fail. He sees an opportunity to move forward and enjoy every interaction as its the most important one of his life. He radiates with knowledge, willing to share, to learn, to experience. I am that passionate man and you can be too.

I was a bit unsure of what type of panties my friend wanted so I asked the lady if she had boy shorts. She took me over to a pair of daisy duke shorts and I was like eheh! OK so that’s what I was sure they would be called, so we looked in another place. I explained they were lacy, satiny, sexy and almost like a thong but really accentuated my chicks fine little butt. Oh you need the other side of the store. I was thinking we were in the Pink section, so now I need to go to the other side! Holy wow, if the other side was more racy than this side than this only proves that most women want more sex than men. There is a GOD!

She passes me off the Britney, a really cute blond, but aren’t they all cute at VS. OK I will admit, what in fucks sake is the idea to dress them up in all black? I mean in my vision of a good business plan would be to dress them up like school girls in plaid shorts, just a little to short and white shirts with just a tad few buttons buttoned. Perfect and sexy, innocent, sweet, but saucy on the inside. The world would be a much better place with me behind the wheel.

I tell Britney what I’m looking for and then notice she’s carrying a bag. I neg her about it, something I call a neg stack. I basically neg the hell out of hired guns, until they either do good work, or are just about to cry.  I get them s fired up to do good for this amazingly picky customer, who is confident and passionate. They do everything to appease me. When finally they do something OK and they are at their breaking point, the Kino wrap of my arm around their waste is so easy. I pull them in, they rest their head on my shoulder and I say, OK, you’re going to make it. I like you, because you try harder than those other girls. Man they eat it up. I get numbers and more off hired guns than any other set I open. Golden:~)

Anyway, Briteny worked out pretty well and worked hard to appease me. It just makes it that much easier to neg her harder when she messes up. Finally after much describing these panties on my behalf a light-bulb went off and she was like OH you mean Cheeky’s. Ummm like sure. So there they are and its exactly what my friend wears. OK yeah that’s them and there’s a sale going on. Buy two get one free. I love sales, especially when women’s panties are ridiculously priced. $16 a pair of panties!

Britney asks me her size and here we are at another road block. Of course I know her size, but life is fun, so I say hmm let me see and start to look around at chicks. She sees me and is like well is she my size? I’m like no, she is really skinny. She gets a crossed look on her face, and believe me Britney was far from fat. I crack a smile and she punches me in the arm, well it was more like a girly slap. I have her eating out of my hand.

Next roadblock: She’s laying them out side, by side asking what I think and I’m at a loss. I’m like totally undecided and ask Britney if maybe she can model them. She laughs and says that VS, doesn’t allow them too. OK who said we have to do it here. She says, almost in a whisper, like she was being bad, what about your girlfriend? I say, girlfriend, like I’m a bit shocked. Oh no, these are for my grandma. OK now she is laughing.

I get another bright-fun idea and actually say, ooh I know. I crumple up a pair and toss it on the floor and say oh that’s much better. I like those. Britney says, Oh no you just didn’t! Two blond girls behind me see this and are laughing loud. I start crumpling and tossing, No to that, yes to that, before you know it the two girls behind me are helping. Britney and them are taking them and spinning on there fingers and I end up with panties tossed in my face and on the floor. It was very fun.

Sometimes just a small shift in how you think is all it takes. I went to have fun and everything else fell into place.