So Two Fridays ago, I was hanging out with a buddy at a local club we usually hang out with. Nothing really worthwhile, not much HBs this night, it was kinda weird.
So it's getting close to closing time, and I see HBbraces sitting alone on one of the lounge couches. I see at least 3 dudes come up to her and ask her to dance but she turned them all down.
I said to myself, "F*ck it, it's about closing time anyway," and proceeded my approach.
Me (with a smile): Hey, why are you turning all these guys down, they just wanted to dance with you.
HBbraces: I'm just tired, and besides my feet hurt blah blah blah
Me (still smiling): Whatever... who do you think you are? What, you think you're too good for them?
HBbraces (look of disbelief that I just told her that): Well, they're just not my type.
Me: Well, you aren't my type either, but I have a few minutes to kill... Dance with me (as I grab her hand and walk with her to the dancefloor).
So everything's going good, some small talk here and there, blah blah.
HBbraces: So what else don't you like about me? I'm too short, I have braces, etc.
Me (flirtingly): I told you, you're not my type, just get over it.
HBbraces: You're mean... but I like you. You're different.
So finally, the lights come on, I guess the place is shutting down.
Me: Well, I guess that's it, see you around. Maybe I'll never see you again.
HBbraces: Yeah, because I'm not your type, right? (she keeps bringing this up).
Me: Yeah sure. Give me your # anyway, I might change my mind later.
She gives it to me and she takes off with her friends.
Not bad I guess. Turned a unproductive night into something, even if it's just one # close.
Talked to her a couple time this week. We're supposed to hang out Friday night.
We'll see how it goes
myke