| omplimented her hat in as nervous and stuttering a way as I could, and let the conversation die uncomfortably. She reacted to me much as any HB would, despite being completely fugly. This is also something I'll need to look into; why would a girl who is -not- hit on constantly have a bitch-shield as big as a girl who -is- hit on all the time? Then I went and sat by myself for a while and watched people, some of who watched me back.
I venue changed to the Meat Market called Monkey Island for a little while, and sat by myself watching boxing on the TV by the bar. I like boxing. I didn't get approached, I didn't get a drink, I just sat by myself watching boxing. Mostly, I was passing the time. When I have oodles of social proof, I like to get to the bar early and set up a base. When I'm alone, I prefer to come in a little late.
So I went back to Suite 69 and held up the wall some more, and got a lot more eye contact from the room (guys, girls, whatever). I spotted my target, a cute (6) curly-headed brunette with freckles, and proceeded to break the three second rule by something like ten minutes. No approach anxiety hit, which I thought was strange. It was like, the more time I had to think about it, the less I was worried. Again, something to look into.
I opened with my penguin opener (which now has a root that I'm not sharing with anyone but my Round Table), and the set instantly took to me. My target turned out to be the second-hottest in the set (I didn't notice a black-haired 8 in the set until after I'd opened and she rejoined). We fluffed for a bit before I busted out (in the middle of a relate-reward cycle) "If I wasn't gay, you would -so- be coming home with me." And that was the end of my set. They immediately thought I was gay, and treated me like a girlfriend for the rest of the night. Some great kino, a huge level of trust built, but when it came time to build a sexual connection, they flipped on me. As soon as I "came out" that I wasn't gay, I lost the set. *shrug* We instant dated to The One, which is now merged with the Urban Lounge and sucks balls, then back to Suite 69 which was much nicer, and I was a needy bitch the whole night.
HB6: So where are your friends?
Me: Dunno. They must have ditched me.
HB6: You should call them!
Me: I totally forgot my phone at home.
HB6: Who forgets their -phone-?
Me: People who forget to recharge them. ^_^
HB6: Well that's ok. I'll love you, then.
Me: Aww! You think I'm easy! Well if I let you take me home tonight, are you going to feed me?
HB6: No... No no no. I'm not one of those hoochie girls!
So yeah. I did as much wrong as I could think to do, used as much of my own material as I could, while sticking to conversationalist dialogue, and it worked. Two numbers, one failed k-close, and some seriously awesome kino. (full body, hip-grabbing, grinding; it's amazing what girls will let you get away with if you're gay). The interaction itself rocked, and with more social proof I could have gone home with any one of the three.
Go out and try it. Forget as much as you can for the night, go out, and be a dork. It's liberating. ^_^ _________________ Repent now and save 50% on your next divine judgment.
-Monkey's Little Brother, Spud
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