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Went out to a little hipster bar with live music with my friend Max who agreed to wing for me. He wants to get laid too, but he is less confident, so I'm the one doing the approaching. I just wish I had a somewhat cooler wing.
Before going to the bar we had a beer at his place. We mostly talked about how Tinder was going for us. (Not well.) I told him my strategy of late was to not have a strategy. I try to think as little as possible.
LIVE UPDATE*** The girl I'm about to tell you about just followed me on instagram. I will wait till I finish this report to accept the request.
So we go to the bar. It has a purple neon sign that says "Toad", the name of the bar. The first thing that happens when I walk in is I make eye contact with the male bartender. I hold eye contact and he looks away to the side. I look around. It's mostly an older crowd. I do the thing Chase reccomends, running you hands through your hair. Doesn't feel as smooth as it normally does i think because I waited too long to do it. We show our ID's. I chat with Max. I don't want to just stand around looking at people, which is what is seems Max wants to do when I'm not talking to him. I wander down the length of the bar and come back. I didn't see anyone interesting. This middle-aged woman sitting at the bar next to where I am standing is staring at me. I make eye contact. I look away, up and to the left, then let my eyes wander to the right, going over her head. I can see she's still staring at me. I make eye contact again and give her a strained smile. Weird. LAter I chat to her husband about when the music starts. He seems to be slurring his speech. We get our drinks from the female bartender.
We stand around drinking for a bit, and then I spot a girl my type at the other end of the bar. She and her friend must have sneaked past us while we were getting our drinks. I state my intentions to go talk to those girls, but I don't act on it. Eventually Max says it looks like a table has opened up there, so we walk over. I open the ugly girl, asking her if they were going to sit there and she smiles and says yes. They take the table. A short black guy starts talking to the cute girl and introduces himself to the girls. I think, fuck, I missed my chance. I stand around eavesdropping. He says he's about to head out, phew.
Max says that a couple spots opened up at the bar, all the way back where we first were standing. We walk over but an older couple get there first. Then I realize there's space on the bench next to the girls. So we go back. I ask the cute girl if I can sit next to her. She says yes. Max sits down next to me on the bench. We are crammed in. At this point, I realize there's a lot of pressure for this interaction to go well, since the way we were all crammed in together was mad awkward.
I introduce myself, shake the girls hands, ask them what they do. The cute one is a manager at a cafe. The ugly one refuses to say, saying it's boring to talk about work. The cute girl asks me what ....
you know what, this is going into way too much detail.
I find out she makes collages and I ask her to describe them. I should have asked her to let me see them, as this genuinely interests me and could be an excuse to get to her place. (I live with my parents.) Or at least a picture on her phone.
Basically, we get to talking about physical types. They ask me my type, and I am eventually forced to admit that this girl is my type.
Her type is veiny arms and adam's apple. Check.
I feel afraid to touch her at this point so I don't.
Once the music started I pretty much talked to her only during breaks in the songs.
Turns out she's 32. She asks me how old I am and I say, "24. 27." and she laughs. So she's too old for me. But she looks a lot younger.
At one point we talk about how Max has my paintings in his apartment and I say to the girl, as I put my hand on her thigh, "You can see them if you come back." "Come back where?" "To his apartment." "Not happening!" And I laugh.
Later I say, while touching her wrists, putting my arm around her, etc, "So now that you know you're my type, let's grab a drink sometime. Give me your number." She says, "can I wait to the end of the night to let you know?" I turn back to watch the band.\
At another point she takes off her gigantic hipster glasses and I say I want to get a good look at her eyes. She says today is a bad day for that because she's been crying all afternoon. I put my arm around her and ask her about it. I remember reading that Chase says not to talk about negative topics, so I feel like I am doing the wrong thing. She says her grandparents have horrible diseases and it's not going to work out with a guy she went on a few dates with. I say, but it's ok now. I remove my arm from her shoulder. Not sure what I should have done.
I ask her if she smokes weed and she says yes. I really wanted to smoke that night so I should have asked her if she had any. But instead I said nothing.
Then her ugly friend (who was actually really cool) tells her they should leave. They get up, ugly friend walks away. I ask the girl to give me her number, saying, it won't work out (because she's too old for me). She counters that we should just trade instagrams. But I get her to give me her number. She puts it in with her instagram name instead of her name. Stupidly or drunkenly, I didn't manage to save her contact. But since i saw her insta name I look her up and shoot her a message.
Just approved her follow request. I'm not going to follow back cause I don't feel like it.
Should I shoot her a message? It'd be a triple text at this point... lololol i have a problem.
I'm gonna try to take your guys' advice and not do it. Or i could. triple texting seems to work for me. at least getting responses.
Before going to the bar we had a beer at his place. We mostly talked about how Tinder was going for us. (Not well.) I told him my strategy of late was to not have a strategy. I try to think as little as possible.
LIVE UPDATE*** The girl I'm about to tell you about just followed me on instagram. I will wait till I finish this report to accept the request.
So we go to the bar. It has a purple neon sign that says "Toad", the name of the bar. The first thing that happens when I walk in is I make eye contact with the male bartender. I hold eye contact and he looks away to the side. I look around. It's mostly an older crowd. I do the thing Chase reccomends, running you hands through your hair. Doesn't feel as smooth as it normally does i think because I waited too long to do it. We show our ID's. I chat with Max. I don't want to just stand around looking at people, which is what is seems Max wants to do when I'm not talking to him. I wander down the length of the bar and come back. I didn't see anyone interesting. This middle-aged woman sitting at the bar next to where I am standing is staring at me. I make eye contact. I look away, up and to the left, then let my eyes wander to the right, going over her head. I can see she's still staring at me. I make eye contact again and give her a strained smile. Weird. LAter I chat to her husband about when the music starts. He seems to be slurring his speech. We get our drinks from the female bartender.
We stand around drinking for a bit, and then I spot a girl my type at the other end of the bar. She and her friend must have sneaked past us while we were getting our drinks. I state my intentions to go talk to those girls, but I don't act on it. Eventually Max says it looks like a table has opened up there, so we walk over. I open the ugly girl, asking her if they were going to sit there and she smiles and says yes. They take the table. A short black guy starts talking to the cute girl and introduces himself to the girls. I think, fuck, I missed my chance. I stand around eavesdropping. He says he's about to head out, phew.
Max says that a couple spots opened up at the bar, all the way back where we first were standing. We walk over but an older couple get there first. Then I realize there's space on the bench next to the girls. So we go back. I ask the cute girl if I can sit next to her. She says yes. Max sits down next to me on the bench. We are crammed in. At this point, I realize there's a lot of pressure for this interaction to go well, since the way we were all crammed in together was mad awkward.
I introduce myself, shake the girls hands, ask them what they do. The cute one is a manager at a cafe. The ugly one refuses to say, saying it's boring to talk about work. The cute girl asks me what ....
you know what, this is going into way too much detail.
I find out she makes collages and I ask her to describe them. I should have asked her to let me see them, as this genuinely interests me and could be an excuse to get to her place. (I live with my parents.) Or at least a picture on her phone.
Basically, we get to talking about physical types. They ask me my type, and I am eventually forced to admit that this girl is my type.
Her type is veiny arms and adam's apple. Check.
I feel afraid to touch her at this point so I don't.
Once the music started I pretty much talked to her only during breaks in the songs.
Turns out she's 32. She asks me how old I am and I say, "24. 27." and she laughs. So she's too old for me. But she looks a lot younger.
At one point we talk about how Max has my paintings in his apartment and I say to the girl, as I put my hand on her thigh, "You can see them if you come back." "Come back where?" "To his apartment." "Not happening!" And I laugh.
Later I say, while touching her wrists, putting my arm around her, etc, "So now that you know you're my type, let's grab a drink sometime. Give me your number." She says, "can I wait to the end of the night to let you know?" I turn back to watch the band.\
At another point she takes off her gigantic hipster glasses and I say I want to get a good look at her eyes. She says today is a bad day for that because she's been crying all afternoon. I put my arm around her and ask her about it. I remember reading that Chase says not to talk about negative topics, so I feel like I am doing the wrong thing. She says her grandparents have horrible diseases and it's not going to work out with a guy she went on a few dates with. I say, but it's ok now. I remove my arm from her shoulder. Not sure what I should have done.
I ask her if she smokes weed and she says yes. I really wanted to smoke that night so I should have asked her if she had any. But instead I said nothing.
Then her ugly friend (who was actually really cool) tells her they should leave. They get up, ugly friend walks away. I ask the girl to give me her number, saying, it won't work out (because she's too old for me). She counters that we should just trade instagrams. But I get her to give me her number. She puts it in with her instagram name instead of her name. Stupidly or drunkenly, I didn't manage to save her contact. But since i saw her insta name I look her up and shoot her a message.
Just approved her follow request. I'm not going to follow back cause I don't feel like it.
Should I shoot her a message? It'd be a triple text at this point... lololol i have a problem.
I'm gonna try to take your guys' advice and not do it. Or i could. triple texting seems to work for me. at least getting responses.
