Didn't know I was going out so I show up at the bar pretty under-dressed with very few expectations. Most guys are in button up shirts, hair gelled, etc. I'm wearing a t-shirt, with a black sweater windbreaker thing and no hair gel.

We walk in and I make my way to the bar wear a 8.5 promptly drops a glass and shatters it right in front of me. I pretend to overreact and tell her I have shards of glass all in my left foot and that she owes me. She blows it off.

Later I'm just hanging with my friend and his girlfriend and this guy with a ridiculous mohawk tries to game her by telling her he's a venture capitalist from NYC. Sure. He does okay at first, she's authentically laughing, but then he just stays, and stays, and stays and won't go away. He buys her a drink and she turns her back to drink it and dance with her girlfriends.

I'm scouting the room, and the only woman in the bar potentially more attractive than her is dancing and being relatively ridiculous. Not really my type. When he finally gets the hint I saunter over and ask her if the stage 5 clinger tried hard enough and if she was enjoying her free drink.

She said she was, and I said that was good because I certainly wasn't going to buy her one. I proceeded to tell her all the things the guy did wrong to which she agreed, and was interested.

I told her I had to get another drink. During this time, I encounter mohawk guy hitting on a two-set at the bar. They were both pretty attractive. I observed for a bit and made sure they thought he was creepy, and then slipped in. "Hey ladies, there you are. Sorry I got caught up with 'insert name here,' I don't remember."

I put my arm around both of them and apologized to them for having to endure the guy at the bar. They were both pretty attractive, but taller than me. I'm 5'11. It's rare that I really get into tall girls. I told the hotter one 7.5 (probably higher if you like girls taller than you), that if they needed rescuing again they were welcome to call me, and we exchanged numbers.

I went back to my friends and watched a group of guys swarm the 8.5 and her 1.4 friend for awhile. She came over to the table where I was to set her drink down, and I asked her if they were doing better than Mohawk-guy. She said that they were and that they were all doctors. I told her that they just wanted to play Doctor, and she put her hand on my shoulder and laughed.

I told her to let me know if she needed rescuing and gave her a cue to give me. She said that was a good idea, but that she thought she could get a few more drinks out of them first.

I said, well, I won't be over the top, I'll just do this. I wrapped my arm around her waist, and pulled her in close. I kissed right where her lips meet her cheek, and before she could react and I spun her outward, gave her a pat on the butt and told her to go get them.

Prior to leaving I told her that I personally rescued women from tools and that she could call on me if she ever needed my services. We exchanged numbers.

Fun, semi-successful night.


Streak