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Went out to a couple of clubs last night I’ve been frequenting the past couple of weekends. I was tired and not in a great mood to begin with, but I’m pushing myself to get good at this.
The Start
I post up in a “high traffic” spot on the patio, hoping a girl or a set would walk by so I could open them. Almost immediately I get opened by a drunk dude. This guy is literally talking my ear off, but I think “okay, maybe I can learn something from him, or if nothing else get in a talkative state”. He introduces me to his friend that is much less intoxicated, which I have a good conversation about music, travel, etc. I break away and head inside, but know I have a group to go back to. Awesome.
Approach One
I head over towards the bar, which is busy, and I see a pair of beautiful blonde girls, one who is getting hit on by an older dude that clearly has no game, and the other who is ordering drinks. This old dude is relentless, and she’s not having it. It’s almost comical. The girl closest to me gets her drink, and some of it spills by my foot. I look her dead in the eyes, down at the floor, up at her drink then back to her eyes with a coy little smile. She smiles and says back to me “want a sip?” I took a sip - this shit is pure vodka. I ask her “what did you order?” and she says “vodka soda”. I told her they forgot the soda
I told her I was cracking up at her interaction with the old guy. She tells me she’s there with her sister, knows the bartender, blah blah blah. Her sister must have paid the bill and turns around. Remembering I must engage the group, I tell her “careful with that drink, if it’s anything like hers”. The sister says “I got tequila, she got vodka!” I say “tequila, vodka, it’s nice to meet you.
“We’re twins!” the first one blurts out asks me if I could tell. I put on the most cheesy, quizzical look I could, then position them closer together and said “yep, twins”. They asked who was taller, and I had fun pretending to measure them and pick the taller one (but apparently I was wrong). I hit a blank spot at this point and the sister said nice to meet you. Fuck. I said “nice to meet you too” and moved on. In hindsight I should have continued with saying “you look like the good one/bad one” etc or try to guess their professions and make my guesses ridiculous. That’s okay, I’m still learning, and these girls were fucking gorgeous. I would have shit my pants even thinking about talking to them a month ago.
Approach Two
Same spot at the same bar, two girls getting drinks. Blonde and brunette. I pull up next to the blonde. I see her trying to sign the receipt but her pen won’t work. As fate may have it, there was a pen sitting right in front of me on the bar. I tap her shoulder and say “need one of these?” she smiles and says thank you. She’s wearing a sparkly tiara. I tap her again and say “is it your birthday?” She says OMG YES! I ask her how old she is, says she just turned 23. I told her that 23 was a great year and she was going to have amazing experiences. The brunette pops in and says “what are you saying to my friend?” mother hen style. I reply “I’m wishing the birthday girl a happy birthday!” the mother hen says “you should buy her a drink for her birthday”…
Now I normally have a zero tolerance policy for this. I don’t buy girls drinks. But the birthday girl was SO warm and nice to me. I wanted to say to her friend “maybe YOU should buy ME a drink for her birthday!” but instead I stared into the eyes of the birthday girl and held it… just held it… then said “fuck it, come over here” and moved her down the bar, and away from the mother hen. In weighing my options I figured I had a better chance with this girl by buying her a drink and isolating her as opposed to picking a fight with the mother hen.
Here is where things get fun. The male bartender there definitely saw me running game on the twins earlier. And now here I am on pickup attempt number two. I always say hi and tip him for waters. I’m *pretty sure* he purposefully ignored us for a while so I could keep her there and keep talking with her before he made the drinks. Nice.
She asked me what I did for work. I told her, and she didn’t believe me, so I showed her my instagram. She starts clicking on all of the pictures of me, then just… randomly puts her number in my phone. Damn! She also pulls up her own instagram and shows me a couple of pictures before adding herself. I asked her what she did for work, and I actually knew what it was (apparently most guys give her a blank stare).
Asked me how old I was, and acted shocked when I said 33. Not in a bad way either, just surprised like she thought I was younger. I’ve been told by guys to lie and say I’m 29, but I feel like there’s no need for that. She seemed genuinely happy to be talking to me, and I was genuinely happy talking to her, and we got lost in conversation for a bit. Until the shots arrived…
…and they were wrong! And tasted fucking awful. And to add insult to injury, her friend came over to pull her away. I said “I’ll come find you later” and ejected. I fully intended to reopen her in about ten minutes, but I never saw her again. In hindsight I wonder if the friend pulled her away because they were leaving.
What I Learned
I let the first set stall out, so I need some go-to “reopeners” if I blank out.
I should always make a point of pulling up next to cute girls at the bar ordering drinks. It seems to be working, and both sets opened easily. Probably on a subconscious level because I had a “reason to be there” other than hitting on them.
Talking to mister drunky actually got me in a talkative mood. If I’m feeling antisocial I can always just chat with a random drunk guy . They’re everywhere.
Should have screened for logistics on the last girl. Totally dropped the ball on that one. Maybe they were having an after party and I could have invited myself to it.
These are the super hot girls I was scared to talk to a month ago. And they opened smooth as butter. I need to never listen to the negative voice in my head, cause I should and will be able to replicate my success with these high quality girls
What Next
Going to text her and see if she’d like to go to a bar with me that she mentioned liking, sometime later this week. I know club numbers flake a lot but I feel like I have a decent shot with this one. If I can get her to come out with me (without her friends) I’m pretty confident I can close
Until next time boys…
The Start
I post up in a “high traffic” spot on the patio, hoping a girl or a set would walk by so I could open them. Almost immediately I get opened by a drunk dude. This guy is literally talking my ear off, but I think “okay, maybe I can learn something from him, or if nothing else get in a talkative state”. He introduces me to his friend that is much less intoxicated, which I have a good conversation about music, travel, etc. I break away and head inside, but know I have a group to go back to. Awesome.
Approach One
I head over towards the bar, which is busy, and I see a pair of beautiful blonde girls, one who is getting hit on by an older dude that clearly has no game, and the other who is ordering drinks. This old dude is relentless, and she’s not having it. It’s almost comical. The girl closest to me gets her drink, and some of it spills by my foot. I look her dead in the eyes, down at the floor, up at her drink then back to her eyes with a coy little smile. She smiles and says back to me “want a sip?” I took a sip - this shit is pure vodka. I ask her “what did you order?” and she says “vodka soda”. I told her they forgot the soda
I told her I was cracking up at her interaction with the old guy. She tells me she’s there with her sister, knows the bartender, blah blah blah. Her sister must have paid the bill and turns around. Remembering I must engage the group, I tell her “careful with that drink, if it’s anything like hers”. The sister says “I got tequila, she got vodka!” I say “tequila, vodka, it’s nice to meet you.
“We’re twins!” the first one blurts out asks me if I could tell. I put on the most cheesy, quizzical look I could, then position them closer together and said “yep, twins”. They asked who was taller, and I had fun pretending to measure them and pick the taller one (but apparently I was wrong). I hit a blank spot at this point and the sister said nice to meet you. Fuck. I said “nice to meet you too” and moved on. In hindsight I should have continued with saying “you look like the good one/bad one” etc or try to guess their professions and make my guesses ridiculous. That’s okay, I’m still learning, and these girls were fucking gorgeous. I would have shit my pants even thinking about talking to them a month ago.
Approach Two
Same spot at the same bar, two girls getting drinks. Blonde and brunette. I pull up next to the blonde. I see her trying to sign the receipt but her pen won’t work. As fate may have it, there was a pen sitting right in front of me on the bar. I tap her shoulder and say “need one of these?” she smiles and says thank you. She’s wearing a sparkly tiara. I tap her again and say “is it your birthday?” She says OMG YES! I ask her how old she is, says she just turned 23. I told her that 23 was a great year and she was going to have amazing experiences. The brunette pops in and says “what are you saying to my friend?” mother hen style. I reply “I’m wishing the birthday girl a happy birthday!” the mother hen says “you should buy her a drink for her birthday”…
Now I normally have a zero tolerance policy for this. I don’t buy girls drinks. But the birthday girl was SO warm and nice to me. I wanted to say to her friend “maybe YOU should buy ME a drink for her birthday!” but instead I stared into the eyes of the birthday girl and held it… just held it… then said “fuck it, come over here” and moved her down the bar, and away from the mother hen. In weighing my options I figured I had a better chance with this girl by buying her a drink and isolating her as opposed to picking a fight with the mother hen.
Here is where things get fun. The male bartender there definitely saw me running game on the twins earlier. And now here I am on pickup attempt number two. I always say hi and tip him for waters. I’m *pretty sure* he purposefully ignored us for a while so I could keep her there and keep talking with her before he made the drinks. Nice.
She asked me what I did for work. I told her, and she didn’t believe me, so I showed her my instagram. She starts clicking on all of the pictures of me, then just… randomly puts her number in my phone. Damn! She also pulls up her own instagram and shows me a couple of pictures before adding herself. I asked her what she did for work, and I actually knew what it was (apparently most guys give her a blank stare).
Asked me how old I was, and acted shocked when I said 33. Not in a bad way either, just surprised like she thought I was younger. I’ve been told by guys to lie and say I’m 29, but I feel like there’s no need for that. She seemed genuinely happy to be talking to me, and I was genuinely happy talking to her, and we got lost in conversation for a bit. Until the shots arrived…
…and they were wrong! And tasted fucking awful. And to add insult to injury, her friend came over to pull her away. I said “I’ll come find you later” and ejected. I fully intended to reopen her in about ten minutes, but I never saw her again. In hindsight I wonder if the friend pulled her away because they were leaving.
What I Learned
I let the first set stall out, so I need some go-to “reopeners” if I blank out.
I should always make a point of pulling up next to cute girls at the bar ordering drinks. It seems to be working, and both sets opened easily. Probably on a subconscious level because I had a “reason to be there” other than hitting on them.
Talking to mister drunky actually got me in a talkative mood. If I’m feeling antisocial I can always just chat with a random drunk guy . They’re everywhere.
Should have screened for logistics on the last girl. Totally dropped the ball on that one. Maybe they were having an after party and I could have invited myself to it.
These are the super hot girls I was scared to talk to a month ago. And they opened smooth as butter. I need to never listen to the negative voice in my head, cause I should and will be able to replicate my success with these high quality girls
What Next
Going to text her and see if she’d like to go to a bar with me that she mentioned liking, sometime later this week. I know club numbers flake a lot but I feel like I have a decent shot with this one. If I can get her to come out with me (without her friends) I’m pretty confident I can close
Until next time boys…
