Okay, nothing can top this story.

I will preface it by saying that I had just broken up with my live in gf and was kind of a mess from having to move all of my stuff and adjusting to living alone, blah blah blah. This is what inspired me to start working on myself.

I host a popular event at a local bar. Great social proof, but since I was in a relationship the girls that approached me (guy with the microphone who calls the shots is attractive) were useless. Fast forward to my first week being single.

This HB10 is sitting with a guy at the bar. They are participating in the event and I don't really ogle her too much because I'm busy running the show and plus I assumed they were together. The gig kind of requires me to be a bulletproof alpha dick on the microphone so it makes me look good.

She comes up after, absolutely stunning girl. I am packing up my stuff and turned almost completely away from her. I assume she is just bullshitting with me while her bf closes his tab or whatever, so I don't pay much attention to her.

I have been moving and am in the midst of a 60 hour work week, so I didn't have time to shave for a few days, I hadn't showered since the night before, and I'm wearing flipflops and a free t shirt that was not sharp at all. I am a decent looking guy but nothing earth-shattering, so it's not a physical thing.

I am completely disinterested in the conversation; and therefore extremely dangerous.

She's asking about how the event got started, how much she enjoyed it, making conversation with me.

HB10: This is great, I've been looking for stuff to do since I'm on sabbatical.
Me: So you got fired and are collecting unemployment, right?
HB10: No actually, I'm a model. I needed some time away from the scene.
Me: Whaddya mean, like a hand model?
HB10: (looks down embarassed) No I was actually in Maxim a few times.
Me: I wouldn't know, I only read it for the articles.

Not bad for an AFC, but I wasn't trying to pick her up; I thought she was just making conversation and I hadn't been single for 3 years so I wasn't in the zone. I completely disarmed a fucking Maxim model by being a dick.

HB10: So what do you do?
Me: Well I run this event, (describe real job), and I actually was a foot model briefly.
HB10: Really?
Me: Yup, I'm supposedly a Gold Toe socks model, for real.
HB10: No way, that's awesome.
Me: I had to stop doing it because it was a craigslist job and the guy might've been lying to me because he had a foot fetish... he did pay me though and said I was a gold toe model.
HB10: (laughing)... well I have to go but I should take your card.
Me: I don't have one... sorry.

1) I had never been asked for a card before, ever. I didn't know people did this, maybe on the HB10's baller level she is used to guys having cards. Completely caught me off guard.
2) I still wasn't thinking that she liked me, I thought she was just making conversation. Maybe she had a birthday party coming up and wanted me to do the event?

She didn't suggest that I just write down my number on a piece of paper. Looking puzzled, she took her bitch boy (clearly a guy who just wanted to bask in her hotness and watched the whole time as she flirted with me), said nice meeting you and left.

About five minutes later I realized what I had done. Normally I'd say it's a learning experience and wouldn't get all oneitis about it... but DAMN. I'd chalk this up to a net loss. I needed a couple of months to get my life moving again (working out, teeth whitening, new clothes) and I started sarging to build things.

Anyway... hope it was entertaining. You can see how money it is to an HB10 if she initiates conversation and you are totally disinterested. Looking back it must've puzzled her so much that I wasn't hanging onto every word and wasn't even facing her while talking to her. "Hey, I'm a hot girl over here!"

Great post. I enjoy your writing. First of all, GET A CARD. I run a variety of events very similar to what you described, and I actually play exactly the type of alpha dick character that you described, mostly making fun of people in the room, and you have NO IDEA, now that you're single, how well this is going to play for you. Since you have a microphone and a function to perform, you can go up and speak to any girl you want, say anything you want, have an immediate DHV since you're THE GUY running the show, and a built in time constraint since you have to walk away in a second and continue running the evening. It's perfect. I get so many numbers when I run a trivia night at a random bar it's almost stupid. I recently opened a 6 set with, "We should talk about your current boyfriend and why the spark is gone." Let the group laugh and then walk away. Come back 10 minutes later and tell her you can cook. Get another laugh. Walk away. You have carte blanche when you have a microphone. Have fun brother. And welcome back to singlehood. It's better. Trust me.

I'm a trivia guy too in a college town. Gots to capitalize and get better!

We should definitely trade questions with each other. I pride myself on having great quiz nights with questions that everyone knows the answer to but has forgotten at some point. I actually just did quiz night tonight, favorite question: Name all of the 7 deadly sins. Makes people so frustrated because they always forget one. And yes, you have no idea how well this can play for you. I just got out of a live in relationship as well. Side note: It's really fun helping her dad move her couch out of your apartment. If you want, I can give you some examples of how to run things with girls that are playing trivia while you're hosting. Like I said, it's stupid how many numbers you can get while you're doing this. And play cocky funny like it's your job. You will garner the attraction of every girl in the room.

It's amazing, ever since I broke up the story I wrote above was the only time I've really been approached since. There was one other girl who was initiating kino (walked over and did a playful "bump" to me while asking for extra points) but I had strep throat and wasn't in the mood.

When I was with my girlfriend (and while she was sitting next to me shooting daggers at every girl that came up), I'd get all kinds of dirty notes, phone numbers etc. But with no social proof now it's been harder.

I think you have all the social proof that you need, being the guy running the show. It might just be the simple rule that we tend to carry ourselves differently when we have a lady. There's an attitude of indifference towards the opposite sex when you're taken, and maybe that's the difference. You could test this by bringing a pivot girl friend and see what sort of reaction you get. Or it just might be too soon to tell. I have a rule of thumb, based on the irony of the universe, that the nights I get all dressed up, cologne and shiny hair, upscale nightclubs...absolutely nothing happens. But if I meet the boys out at a dive bar, in a Cubs hat, stinking after a round of golf in cargo shorts...I'm going home with someone for sure. Again, probably the air of indifference. Happy sarging my friend.

So uh...

" If you want, I can give you some examples of how to run things with girls that are playing trivia while you're hosting. "

Please do tell!