So, second time sarging. I was in another province working and saturday night comes. Time to hit the club. I’m going into a club full of people that I don't know. No wingman, no pivot, no AFC friends. More lonely than Owen Wilson on Behind Enemy Lines. So, I'm at the line and a cute little HB8 stands behind me. I start chatting her up about this and that, trying to make a slight connection. She's too young for me (18 ), so I try to make her my pawn. Apparently that didn't work, because even as she seemed a little amused, the second I bring her into the club she dissapears. So... Back to square one.
I walk around the whole club, trying to get accustomed to the people and their ways (...) until I see a 2 set (HB7 both, but one had nice legs, T&A) sitting in a bench, in the club’s open-air floor. I see an empty bench right beside them, so I walk over there, sit down and engage

Nishtai: Hey girls, I have a question to make u
HB7s: Yeah?
N: I was wondering... Who lies more? Men or women?
HB7s: MEN
N: OK, but who's a better liar?
HB7s: Women are, because guys just end up getting caught.
N: So, are you good liars?
HB7-1: No, I'm not. I suck.
HB7-2: Yeah, I think I am, but never had to use it. Got nothing to hide.
N: OK, so I got a game for u to prove that, ok?
HB7s: OK!
So, I begin with 5 lies game. I included some mods suggested by some of you:

Here's how it went:
N: OK, The game goes like this: I’m going to ask u five questions. All u have to do is answer with a lie. Pretty easy, huh? We’re starting now. Did u get the rules?
HB7-2: Yes!
N: You lost already? I can’t believe it! Didn’t u pay attention?
HBs: OMG! He’s right (giggles)
N: Ok, let’s go again, ok? But this time, let’s make it interesting. let’s bet a drink. If I win, u’re buying. I u win, I buy whatever u want, ok?
HBs: OK!
N: Let’s Start: Where are we?
HB7 - 2: Africa!
N: OK. And which province is this?
HB7-2: Misiones!
N: Good. What color are my eyes? (I quickly closed them)
HBs: (LOL) Hmm... Purple.
N: (smile, shake my head) Damn, you’re good. (Confused look). What question was that?
HB7-2: that’s three!
N: Hmm... Looks like u lost again!
HB7-2: But she’s still in! (pointing to her cousin)
N: Fine... Good job. Have u played this game before?
HB7-1: No, I’ve never played it.
N: I see, cause now u lost
HBs HAHAHA, OMG not fair!
N: I’ll have some red bull and vodka.
HB7-1: Really? U want that?
N: Nah, maybe later. What’r your names?

The convo went on, took all kinds of information, hooking every answer they gave with some connection from my part and another question to keep it going.

A few minutes later, HB7-1 gets up and leaves the two of us chatting it up, talking about work, love, etc. I begin kino escalating. She began staring at her leg, with a painful look on her face. When she looked back at me, I raised an eyebrow and looked at her leg and back at her.
HB7-2“I cut myself this morning and it stings”.
N: “You ok? Lemme see”
I put a hand on her knee, and aplly a little pressure on it, so she’s the one who moves her leg, an not me trying to spread her legs. The wound is a little circle-shaped cut on the inner side of her calf, just above her ankle. As I check out the wound (not that bad, u wuss), I keep tuching (barely) her leg, with firm and secure hand, showing no reaction to it. When I finish checking out the wound, I lower her leg, which she had raise a little so I could see better.
N:“It’s a nice cut u got there, but it’ll be ok in a couple of days”
HB7-1: ”blah blah blah” (I swear I payed attention to her, but can’t remember what she said then).
From this moment on, every time I talked to her, I’d put a hand slightly on her thigh, barely touching it, but not reacting to it, as if it was the most normal thing to do. If I couldn’t hear what she was saying (we were at the club and the music was pretty fucking loud), I’d lean in a little more and put a little more pressure on her thigh, but then I’d lean back and take it away.
After a while, she began fixing her hair over her ear constantly, each time she started talking. We kept talking and then HB7-1 came back, said something to her ear and stated: “I want to go dance inside”. HB7-2 looks at her for a few secs, then turns to me, looks at me for a couple of secs, then asks
HB7-2: “Do you want to go inside?” (YES! I’m in!)
N: “Uhmmmm... sure, why not?”
We both stand up and head inside. As we are approaching the door, people start getting in our way, so I come closer to her and put a hand on her back (tip of the fingers only), to let her know I was still behind her. We walk a couple of steps and she turns around and takes my hand in hers (I assume that’s a good IOI, right?), so shye doesn’t lose me. Meanwhile, my mind is trying to wrestle the Mr. Hyde in me, who is trying to put me down, saying she isn’t interested in me, I will blow it when I try to kiss her, etc. (Mr. Hyde is really good at his job. He kept me down all my life). But I struggle with that and for once I feel confident about the outcome of this.
Anyway, HB7-1 picks a spot, we go there and start dancing. It gets crowded pretty soon, so they decide to move somewhere else. Fingertip drill again, only this time I touch the inside of her arm, where the skin is softer. She takes my hand again and we move on. Once they find another spot, we start dancing and I begin talking to her, God remembers what it was about, ‘cause I don’t. I began doing something I saw in one of Gambler’s videos (can’t recall if “Stealth Seduction” or one of his vids from MPUAU), that involves talking into her ear, because the music was so loud, but never losing eye contact, and when I expect an answer, I turn to her other ear, moving my face right in front of her, really close, almost as if I was going to kiss her, but moving on.
So, long story short, I do this a few hundred times, then suddenly, she leans into HB7-1, tells her something in her ear and she turns to me and says
HB7-1: “We’re going to meet my friends from work. It was really nice to meet you, bye!”
N: “Yeah, I should be going too. Got an early flight home tomorrow. Nice meeting you both”
They both kiss me in the cheek (customary in our country), and leave me there.
I started walking and left the damn club.

So, this is waht went on. As I see, there are two significant moments where I could have kClosed and didn’t: first, when she held my hand, I could have stopped her a little and kiss her.
Second, when I was doing that Gambler’s thing, I should have stopped at the third time and just see what would happen. I guess I took to long and she lost interest.

What u guys think? Where did I actually blew it? Got any suggestions?
To be honest, I left there with certain amount of satisfaction, since it’s the first time I saw the IOIs, recognized them, tried to respond to them, and although I didn’t close, it was better than what I usally did at clubs before, which reduced to dance when I could and just hang with my AFC friends.
But then again, I want so fucking bad to be able to close (K,F,#, I don’t give a shit ), I need to work around my sticking points. Any help will be greatly appreciated.


Nishtai

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