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| Author: | BenedictMSmith [ Mon Jun 01, 2009 5:48 pm ] |
| Post subject: | SIN Night Field Report |
I slammed back a good 4-5 beers at my place then walked across the street to a bar nearby. I posted up and slammed 2 more beers whilst waiting for my chauffeur to arrive (read that: cab driver). I chatted up an older woman seated by herself and seeming somewhat melancholy. I am doing good deeds whenever possible as of late. I had grand plans of doing a solo bar crawl....but we all know what happens to the best laid plans. It was acoustic night at the **** chatted up my bartender buddies and a fellow **** who is in my line of work to get my talking muscles working. I regaled my bartender buddy with the parking lot fight story from a few weeks ago b/c he'd heard about it second hand, and 2 girls next to me and 2 adjacent all eavesdropped and leaned in. Go hard or go home is what I opened with when the dark-haired girl to my left ordered shots. Her friend tried to demure, and I said "Go hard or go home", they misheard me and got agitated. Shit test #1: I held my frame and told them, "relax ladies. I simply meant if you're gonna' do it, do it all the way. Get loose and make some bad decisions. Hit the wall. Life is short. Wake up next to someone you don't know." ...wait for it...hold it.......hold fucking fast....maintain frame....and......They both broke into huge smiles, and confided that they had listened in on my stories to my bartender buddy. They faux reproached me for fighting, but I brushed this aside and made clear that did something men have been doing for thousands of years ever since the first man came across another man in the wilderness. They leaned in and a sexy girl in a hat adjacent admired as the girls leaned in and were brought into my frame. I cold read that she was a hair stylist. She gushed. I pulled out several stops. When asked about the Brazilian girl, I confided that I'd only dated one American girl in the past 3 years, that I prefer dark hair and dark eyes, that American women make terrible girlfriends and even worse wives/mothers. They were aghast. Unfazed, I explained my reasons as a segue to having them qualify themselves, which in predictable fashion, they did. I told them about my line of work when asked, after giving them a hard time for asking me "interview questions" b/c "it's not like we're on a 3some date, are we?": said with smirk. I did not ask their names. I never ask names. Add that to my other two rules (I don't buy drinks and I don't do phone numbers). I waited for them to ask for my name which they did in predictable fashion. Shit test # 2: The girls commented on my tattoo. I elaborated on my life philosophy then had them qualify themselves about their passions which they did in predictable fashion. I could see the matrix. I was sailing through each and every test with flying colors. The dark-haired girl closest to me kept leaning into me, placed her leg next to mine very subtly after offering me a seat. The girls were swallowed into my frame and ordered shots. My bartender buddy made an add'l one for me. The girl took hold of my hand. I had to suppress a shudder by gritting my teeth. She was cute, dark-haired, dark eyes, but simply put: something was missing. High 5's later, touching her arm to emphasis various points, and I kissed the girl on the cheek. She had a good quality about her, a good energy (not to sound all new age-ish). I could tell she'd been let down by many a man and I felt for her. She was a very cool girl and I set out to make her night one to remember. Without a word, I headed over to the other part of the bar and talked it up with a buddy, knowing that some AFC's were prowling the bar and would come in to attempt to take my spot but would get blown out because, well, they weren't on my level. I'd seen them get blown out by the adjacent 2 set that had eavesdropped on my stories earlier in the night, commenting on how they fucked up the approach to the girls I was talking to. I made a bet with my 2 set as to how long it would take for him to eject. I rolled my eyes to one of the adjacent girls as she stared off into space to tune out the AFC chatting up her friend. She smiled and nodded. I won my bet and the dark-haired girl bought me another beer. Victory. A bald guy opened up the blonde girl of my two set at which point I headed to the other part of the bar b/c I'm boss like that. At any rate, 30 min's or so passed before I went back to talk to the girl that had been holding my hand. Push/Pull demonstrated. Awesome relief washed over her face as I rounded the corner and took my seat next to her. She had laid out the logistics, she asked how close my place was, but my heart simply wasn't in it. I suffered through that awkward few moments whilst she waited for me to invite her back to my place, she pulled me by the collar and kissed me, then bid adieu. She took my phone and without asking, put her number into it (despite my having said that I don't do phone numbers). In predictable fashion, she texted me a short bit later whilst I was posted up at a nearby bar and opened a 2 set for practice. I hailed a cab after getting some street vendor kabobs and faded into the darkness of my room. Off nights are the best. It's none of the fairweather crowd you get on Friday/Saturday. |
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