| Last night was a turning point for me as a budding PUA.
My wing and I hit the 2nd St Strip in Long Beach around 10pm. We walk into the first bar we see... a cramped place with a single pool table in the back and a fair number of sets waiting to be opened.
As per usual, we get our first drinks and begin people-watching. Appropriately enough we watch as a HB7 approaches an AFC she obviously met earlier, making an excuse to "say goodbye" (phone in hand) before she and her friends leave. He seemed to have no idea she was basically asking him to ask for her number. How far we've come, my friends...
Anyway, Wing and I laugh our asses off and begin opening sets. I'm big on situational openers, so asking around about what cool hangouts were nearby seemed a good idea at the time.
Something happened, though, the first time I got shot down with this that will change my life forever:
I laughed.
It was HYSTERICAL to me to be shut out so early... and especially in a way that immediately shows me EXACTLY why I'd have become bored with her REAL fast. Too closed-minded to endure an innocent conversation with a stranger? Not worth my time, male OR female.
From that moment onward, everything else seemed to just fall into place.
We moved on, finding a bar with a dance floor this time. I started opening sets again, playing the social butterfly as I jumped around from group to group, occasionally taking girls to the smoking area outside for better conversation ("I quit smoking a few years ago, but I'm still addicted to standing in front of places!"), until I meet my main target of the night: A brunette HB8 with a slammin' body and eyes all over your humble narrator.
I take her outside after some NICE kino on the dance floor (including my signature "hat routine"), then we go outside to better hear each other... which eventually turned into the two of us going for a walk down the strip. I mention a "getting-to-know-you-shortcut a friend of mine taught me," and once we find a bus stop to sit at I run The Cube on her, getting fantastic results... until the horse came in.
Guys, a quick tip: When you get to the horse, make sure you use the words "ideal lover" in describing it, specifically. If you call it "the lover" or "your lover" and don't specify "ideal," you run the risk of her interpreting it as her "current relationship..." something I discovered first hand. I got around it, but still. Live and learn.
We got back to the bar and rocked the dance floor for most of the rest of the night, escalating kino the whole time, and finding plenty of opportunities for triangular gazing and "I lead, she follows" dance bits.
At the end of the night I number-closed her, exchanging "got home, had a great time tonight" Texts later... looking back, I probably could have K-closed during our walk, but I kind of like that the tension is still there because we haven't yet.
I have little doubt that I'll close this one... I'm on fire now!!
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