Peeps, my birthday was the other day. I did a bunch of cool stuff, but the coolest part was when I went to this restaurant with about 20 friends to party. I won’t divulge the name of the restaurant, but I will say this: it’s on International Drive, there is belly dancing, fire breathing, and table dancing. It’s an absolutely terrific place Links Of London Jewelry Canadato have a birthday party.
In between hanging out with my friends, I opened and hooked exactly one 5-set of hotties that I ended up interacting with the whole night. It’s been awhile since I’ve had a complex interaction like this (recall that I recently got out of a 10 month LTR), so I’d like to break it down a bit.
Situation: 5-set of hot chicks sitting at an adjacent table.
Opener: I opened them by asking if they could take a couple of pictures of our entire group with our various cameras. I use this opener frequently and it works especially well with large groups. From there it was an easy in. I re-opened them after the picture taking and I will freely admit I was nervous as hell because all five of them were hot. I had no idea if they would reject me out of hand.
Hook: I believe my second or third line was, “So, what’s the occasion?” Cheap Jewelry Canada with the question in parentheses being why were they out that night. The answer set me up perfectly. They were all professional hair stylists and meeting for some kind of show/convention the next day. From there we talked about hobbies, passions, occupations, things we were good at, etc etc. One question I asked was, “How good are you exactly at what you do? Are you an elite?” They all answered that they were EXCELLENT at what they did, so from there it was easy. I talked about athletics and writing as the passionate things I was good at.
Challenges: I was progressing the 5-set nicely, although there were a couple of issues. First and foremost, I couldn’t decide on who exactly to hit on and how to isolate. There were five of them. They were all hot. The second issue was there was a ringleader and I had to get her approval before I could proceed. The ringleader, naturally, was the oldest and least cute girl of the group. She was also the biggest partier, so I basically bullshitted with her until she liked me enough to allow me to game her friends. I probably spent 60% of my time gaming her and divvied up the rest of the time between a blonde and a redhead. I #-closed the ringleader at this point.
The next opportunity, which also brought a whole new set of challenges, was when the girls moved from their table to the bar. The bar area is a big meat market, so there were tons of guys douching it up and waiting to blow up my set. I re-opened them for the third time in the bar, although I was careful to bounce back to my friends in the dining area…afterall, they were there for my birthday!
Red Herring: Here’s where the biggest problem came and where I essentially lost it. I started talking to this cute brunette names Jess. Jess and me had a TON in common, so the conversation flowed easily. In fact, the convo flowed so well that I was having trouble giving attention to the cute blonde and the cute redhead. Eventually, both disappeared. At the time this was totally fine because things were going so swimmingly with Jess that I figured she was my target. It wasn’t until later that I realized Jess was a Red Herring. I’ll discuss the Red Herring in my conclusions section below. Anyway, I probably spent 30′ interacting with Jess. I got two fun/cool points out of this:
Point #1: Jess was a big comic and gaming dork and we bonded a bit over that. I actually told her that I played pen-and-paper D&D recently (true) and she was IMPRESSED. That has to be the first time in human history that admitting to playing D&D actually scored points with a hot chick.
Point #2: I developed a fun routine as an extension. One of my lines to Jess was, “I bet you’re a big dork!” She agreed, and then I said had her beat, I was the bigger dork. So we starting trading lines where we tried to out-do each other with dorky activities. Again, this was the first time me admitting to being a dork actually scored points. Try adding this routine to your arsenal.
Logistics: I didn’t drive and the restaurant was 30′ from my house. The girls were staying at a hotel on this side of town (although all were from central Florida). We all had to be awake early the next day for out various appointments, so there was a limited time to work. Eventually, my ride needed to leave and they had to literally rip me away from the set. I scored the business card of the hot blonde before leaving the restaurant. Her card included a cell # and gmail address. I promised to text the ringleader and the blonde and set up some kind of meetup later.
The Flake: I texted the ringleader for about an hour after departing and everything looked great. I set up a tentative meetup with the girls the next day at the House of Blues for some kind of 80′s party.
Guess what happened? I texted and called the ringleader the next day and no dice. Complete flake. Typical. I also texted the hot blonde and got no response, although now I know why. The phone number on her card is out of date and disconnected. I still have her email and I also Facebook requested her.
Self-Analysis and Conclusions:
1. I didn’t isolate soon enough and there was no physical escalation. I should have been WAY more aggressive and gone for a hard close that night. Flakes happen 90% or more of the time with nothing more than a phone number and a few minutes of chit chat. This is the bitch of picking up hot chicks in a bar, and why real PUA’s go for same night lays or AT LEAST a makeout…phone numbers mean nothing. Once you leave their sight, they forget all about you. The flake is inevitable.
2. I should have picked a target sooner.
3. I allowed myself to get distracted by Jess, the Red Herring. What I realized later was that Jess was happy to talk to me and get all the attention, but she had no intention of escalating that interaction. I kino pinged her several times and got no response, although I allowed myself to stay in the interaction because of the strong convo. Mis-calibration. (She probably had a boyfriend or something.) Anyway, I should have figured that out earlier and re-connected with the hot blonde or the redhead.
4. The hot blonde and the redhead were probably both picked up by some random douchebags in the bar. Ugh!
5. The good news is I had a blast and my approach, opener, and hook material was strong. Yes, I need to work on my mid and closing game.
6. I’ve got the blonde’s Facebook, so can work that angle.
