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Field Report
Location: Covent Garden, London
30 January, 2010
Wingmen: Justin
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It’s been months since a good result, I haven’t gotten laid in a little over two months and feeling antsy doesn’t even cover it. Last night my body craved a result that was more than a few phone numbers that were going to flake within a week - I needed a k-close. The following is one of the results.
The background was that I hadn’t planned to be in London that night. I was going to go to my parents where my brother is staying and spend the weekend getting some admin type things out of the way. However, fate, the stars, and the delivery of a brand new television meant that I had to be at home the next day, so i made a call and met Justin and his friends in Belushi bar by Covent Garden. It was his friend’s birthday night out, they were going to a comedy show in a place that became a club after. We drank and enjoyed the show and danced in the cheese room and also opened set around us. But I digress… I’d already k-closed another girl and got her number, she’d left and my wing, Justin, wanted to move to Clapham and do some work there given our past results had been so strong.
“I want to do one last sweep,” I said to him as I scan the room “there’s that indie Indian girl, Roxy, that I was getting strong IOIs from until her mother hen friend took her away. I saw her on the dance floor and I reckon it’s worth a push”
We cruised around the large dance floor and I see Roxy being chatted up by some other guy. Nuts. Justin says we should open her friends, amog, and then cockblock him. Sounds good. It’s a plan of action and with a result in the bag I feel confident enough to begin experimenting and can try something more aggressive.
Roxy and her 3 friends had been in a smaller room earlier that evening when Justin and I were at the bar and he opened them quickly at the bar. We then saw them again in a cheesey music room as we were opening up sets around us with our favourite camera opening. One of us finds a group of women and pulls out our camera to ask our target to take a photo. We then immediately pull all of her friends into the shot with us and make faces and say silly things. Everyone gathers round to look at the photo and we make fun of them. It conveys personality, we create our own frame and it’s as easy as rolling into DHVs after that. We found Roxy and one of her friends over by a pillar and started chatting. I was showing Roxy a kino routine with the length of your ring finger vs the length of your index finger (thank you TonyT) and she was flashing IOIs. Justin asked me something and I turned to him because I wanted to convey a lack of neediness. In the meantime the mother hen of the group turned up and took the girls to another room. We didn’t say goodbye, didn’t bat an eyelid, there were other girls and we had a camera. Still I wanted to follow this up – this girl was a strong 7.
As we cross the dance floor I observe the rest of Roxy’s 4 set. Two are 5s and she has a 6’1” blonde friend in a smoking dress and heels – a nice HB8. She’s looking a little lost and forlorn and she’s my entrance into the set. She’s facing me as I walk up.
“Hey! How’s things?” we’ve met before, I don’t need an opener
We kick it off and I use the loud music as an excuse to pull her in close so we can talk. Justin assesses the rest of the set and decides that the other two aren’t worth opening and Roxy is engaged. He knew even before I did that I had switched targets. We make eye contact, and she says how great it is that I’m tall so I use a room destroyer “It must suck to be talking to all these short guys in here” she laughs.
“Are you a good dancer?” I ask, she smiles and says yes, “Really… prove it!” and we start doing a little romantic two step. She tells me she likes salsa, I say I have a friend who teaches it and I got taught a couple steps – we do a few basic steps but it’s enough for her to be happy and smile. “That’s pretty good for only a few lessons” we’re keno-ing well and it’s time to isolate.
“Let’s go to the bar” she tells her friends she’s going to the bar and I hold out my hand behind me. When she takes it I squeeze her hand and relax, she squeezes back. I can kiss this girl.
But not before we qualify. We get to the bar and there’s a wait for service – perfect now I have time. I hold my breath and I ask her “What are three things that make you special and stand out from the crowd?” She says “Wow, that is such a chat up line!” but I just keep waiting and she smiles and starts telling me how she’s friendly, kind, etc… I can’t believe it. This is text book and I’ve never had the balls to actually be this blunt about the whole thing. She’s opening up but re-bounds the question onto me, “Why don’t you tell me?” I say. She says she likes that I’m tall, that I’m well dressed (designer jeans, leather shoes, blue collared shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbow and the top button undone, black waistcoat and red tie pulled slightly down), and that I wear glasses that mean I’m intelligent. Nice.
I move into a kiss close routine. I do a trust test and move into the tension test and am about to ask her if she’s adventurous and then the bar tender taps me on the shoulder *shit*. The tension breaks and we order. Both of us have our cards out and I say to her “you get this round and I’ll buy the next one”. Suddenly she goes cold on me but literature states not to buy drinks and as rules go it’s a pretty good one as it’ll save you a fortune. However, she’s not taking this well, we keep chatting and I order us another round of jaeger shots after we’ve taken ours.
At this point, the other girls show up to order drinks and I chat to them as a guy who’d been milling around HB8 on the dance floor comes up and starts chatting to my target, he’s trying to get her number… I don’t even feel threatened. Roxy walks up and the jealousy plot line thickened. I hi five her and she’s smiling up at me – suddenly HB8 is standing closer to me again as the guy keeps chatting to her. I slowly run my hand down the inside of elbow and our hands entwine but slightly behind us so that nobody who’s talking to us infront can see what we’re doing. We squeeze hands. It’s a tender and secret moment between us as we aren’t even talking to each other. He hand her his card and says goodbye. As he walks off I ask HB8 who he was. Apparently he’s some kind of photographer and has some exhibition he wants her at. “Fascinating…” I say as I take the card and throw it across the bar “let’s dance!” I lead her to a place where there’s space near the other bar but close enough to the speakers so that to talk we have to speak into each other’s ears. We talk and slow dance, I spin her and we get more and more physical. Finally I ask her if she wants to kiss me. She didn’t know… so I say “let’s find out” and go in. She cheek checks me but I remain unphased and we’re not separating from the embrace. I say something like “you don’t want want to kiss me?!” and smile. She goes in and we make out.
When we break I tell her she has a soft and sensual kissing style that I find hot.
“I bet you say that to all the girls” she smirks.
“No… only the ones that kiss like you do!” I purr into her ear
We kiss again.
“I need to be honest with you” she says
“I hate honesty” I reply “Let’s lie to each other. I’m taking you to Italy where we’re going to start our own hamburger restaurant.”
“No, I’m honest. I’m usually the type of girl that has a boyfriend so this is very new for me…”
At this point those two jaegers kicked in and I don’t remember the details of the next part of the conversation.
It’s only 12pm and it’s too early to take her home. Dammit! Our conversation is now inane and both of us are getting a little bored. She wants to go back and see her friends but says she wants me to come back and dance with her later. I say I’ve got to look for my friends. I took them out tonight, they’re my responsibility (I don’t even know their names…). We trade numbers and I get her last name for facebook. We say goodbye and Justin and his mates have already left for Clapham. I leave and head home – two k-closes and I’m taking the last train. Yup. A productive night.
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