There were several options on the table as I looked onto downtown Sydney on this late summers evening and began to project a successful night of pickup.
The local is now the Pyrmont Bridge Hotel (PBH), a 1 minute walk from the apartment foyer. I’d previously noticed a scruffy crowd of regular patrons. There was the odd loud mouthed Irish backpacker and rough necked beer swigging labourers, not much else. It is my local so worth checking out as a first port of call. The other option was to hit it over the other side of the city for a wild night out in Kings Cross with a few of the boys. With red light shopping, Charlie and club hoping was to be the order of the evening.
The easy going couple I live with are British expatriates, former residents of Bristol, a charming south west city in England with a population of about half a million. On this harbour facing balcony we sat, swapped a few stories and shared some laughs. They had plans to meet friends in the city a bit later but decided to roll with me for an hour.
I know that an unregulated wild night out in Kings Cross is on the cards, that an explosive chapter will come from it,… but tonight was not to be that night. I made the call to keep tonight casual by sticking and kicking it in my new hood. “I will study the natural fauna of this unique and modernized central city area. How do locals operate here? Where do they drink, hunt and procreate”
10:00pm the three of us shuffle into the small street corner bar called PBH. The small room had a well equipped bar in the middle servicing a rag tag bunch of punters. The joint was dark and had the stale stench of cider in the air. We ordered a couple of brewskies and I surveilled the venue for potential. The ratio was 8 to 2 guys and that’s only because the one visible lady was an absolute monster, bigger arms than three of the construction workers that were surrounding her. Fuck this man, where is the real action?!! I hit the street for a cigarette and notice a contingent of pretty long legged females clicking their heels in the direction of the casino a few hundred meters down the street.
_PLAY_ “Right you Bristol lot, this place has some merit in a quick and quite after work beer, but this is Saturday night… what the fuck are we doing? I’m going to hit the casino for an hour or so, you too or all lovey dovey and it’s making me sick! Haha just kidding but seriously don’t feel you need to stay with me, I’ll be ok, I know how to negotiate in this environment”
Soon the Bristol lot and I are making our way through the grand entrance of star city casino…. Some bad memories came to mind from the last time I’d been in this place, escorted out by security and thrown to the curb. But it was ok, I was sure they wouldn’t remember just another poor drunken bastard making trouble at 5am on some ungodly morning.
Through and into the main floor and there is talent everywhere, a lot of boyfriends in toe but plenty of groups of girls in their 2’s, 3’s and 4’s.
We rock up to the sports bar cinema. The English Premiership was on and I have to say that if your into drinking and watching a good match in the comfort of a massive cinema then this is the place for you. I on this occasion was more focused on social dynamics. I approached the bar and got instant interest and flirting eyes from one of the many cute barmaids. It was a heat seeking missile locked on to target. She couldn’t look away and neither could I. As I walked behind a small crowd and found a bidding position on the right flank, our eyes stayed locked.
She was drawn to serve me and came over with a cheeky grin on her face. She was tall with long messy dead of night black hair and stunning green eyes. Her oval face with smooth and soft features made her look like the character Jade from the Hills, especially with those plump pouted red lips and childish voice.
I didn’t use any canned material. I simply engaged her with higher energy and started talking away about myself and casually looking for opportunities to build rapport. Jade was laughing and preening, more than enough indication. As she serviced other people I kept my eye on her and continued speaking in an animated tone to the Bristol lot and other people around me. When Jades eyes hit mine again, she was drawn over. We continued banter but I was forgetting all about qualifying. I told her I’ll show her a trick. _PLAY_ “pass me that juice mixer, (she complied), now the napkin, now all I need is a pen” Jade heheh hmm _PLAY_ “Ok take thiv mixer back I don’t need that” I write down my number and full name. I can’t remember exactly what I said to make her laugh out loud and take the napkin but it was completely freestyle and under the tightest of mind frames I can assure you. .
It was time to back it off with Jade I felt, she has a job to do and well I have a night to write. On my way to the mens room I notice an older brunette cutie sitting with a fat captain friend of hers on a table by the stairs to the cinema. I’m so relaxed and fluid tonight running natural pickup, talking to everyone, it’s brilliant. On this occasion I went in with a practiced opener but part way through the set had hooked so I simply cut the thread and went into freestlye cocky & funny. The two of them were in town to catch the last show of the play Wicked, ra r ara we talk on that for a bit. We had a good dialogue going on when I notice a wedding ring on wicked’s hand and chose to close it out then and there. Great ladies but I’m a busy man. I’m not going to make a dent in the 0.54 million available suitors on the market in Sydney talking to out of town married bitchs. Ha!
As I make my way back to check in with the Bristol lot I over hear two hot blonde girlfriends bitching about one of their boyfriends. With no invitation I pull up a chair in a confident manner and say _PLAY_ “Ladies… I’m play, how are you doing?” They were very cold at first but slowly adjusted their body language to include me in the circle. I said “Look I’m a bloke, I understand more than you could possibly entertain,… whats the problem?” ra ra ra turns out they both have boyfriends and both have a lot of baggage. One question one of them asked me was “I have had this long term boyfriend and he’s great but I recently met this boy with which I have unbelievable chemistry with, I don’t want to lose what I have in pursuit of a short term high- eeek!” I suggested she go with the short term high, hhaha but the plot thickened and turns out eeek girl just moved in with her LTR douche. I quickly took back my support for the impulsive and advised her to stay with the LTR douche, you can’t make a commitment like that and give up on it in such early stages, it’s immoral and down right shitty” eek girl loved me after that and so did her friend. But this interaction was going nowhere… I was borderline best friend to two taken girls so again I pull the rip cord and bail.
I bounced around, back to Jade and her tight little barmaid crew. Jade was serving so I hit dialogue with two other barmaids, a shorter blonde cutie and a body rockn bombshell blonde that I swear I’d seen in a recent hardcore porn binge. Anyway “hardcore” was eye fucking me too but I simply lay foundation to support a solid lead on Jade. They asked me if I got jades number and seemed quite interested. Perhaps it was against casino policy, maybe she has a boyfriend and their playing curious protectors but hopefully they are just being supportive of her meeting and being courted by this high value player.
Bristols pulled the pin on the evening an left me to my game. Targets were running thin in the sports bar, I was getting sloppy so I picked up anchor and decided to head for home too. On my out “Wicked” grabs my attention, I strike up a second conversation and we find ourselves at the bar talking for the next half hour. I smacked it down UFC style in a game of wrong answers to win a free drink. I noticed Jade was no longer on service but the other barmaids were occasionally looking over at us. Wicked was entertaining so I continued to pursue her in a passive manner. That was at least until I thought fuck it, lets take it up a big notch for experiments sake. _PLAY_ “Look, I know your married, but I’m giving you the opportunity to have one no strings attached night of fuck me crazy sex with a younger man” Wicked broke out in hysterics and I felt for a second like it could be on. The reality came crashing down when her friends voice chimed in. It wasn’t the words in the rebuttal as such. Her presence as head mistake counsel, a garden variety obstacle and general annoyance was enough.
Entertaining this 1am course for a few more minutes and I moved to the mens room. I stared into the mirror reflection and saw a promising and sharpened PUA. “That was hilarious and a grat way to sexualize the encounter,.. but your wasting your time” I never returned to wicked or the witch of the west. Through the ringing of gaming machines and bright casino lights, I set course for home.
Strolling down a quiet Union street I crossed the intersection with the PBH laying in wait. The riff raff was still apparent but I spotted a hot little brunette and her slightly less attractive obstacle friend out front smoking a dart. I approached, got lit up and struck up a dialogue. After a few drinks and a half hour the Canadian cutie was giving me flirty indication. I felt like the invite to my penthouse apartment was ripe and justifiable at this 2am hour. A common theme of the evening had been an overpowering friend playing protector and guardian of my chosen female target. I played all my cards right in waiting for the right time to propose the bounce. Canadian cutie looked to her friend and they considered… I body rocked out and said “well I’m leaving. There’s plenty of wine, come hang out if you want” At the end of the day I could have said to CC jump this high but she wouldn’t unless her dry friend said when.
Natural note: An ok night out in the local area with genuinely awesome new SPAM. I engaged random groups and entertained. I didn’t coat approaches with method and focused more on feeling out a natural discourse. Method note: Looking back I should have taken Jades number, also I didn’t qualify her at all so I doubt she’ll call (just another guy she met at work that night). Even though he was a "kinda cute, kinda hot, kinda sexy, hysterically funny, but not funny-looking guy who you could fuck” –Jungle Julia