| It was the best of Game, it was the worst of Game...
My night hadn't been perfect either. Work had been busy and my girlfriend of a year and a half had dumped me earlier in the week and I was still reeling. Mocha wasn't able to come out either, and she's great for my frame (and a wonderful pivot, and a great pawn). I've been working on adjusting my frame utilizing NLP techniques on myself, and I've found it to be wonderfully helpful.
We talked game for a bit, got some coffee (I was jazzed on so much java I could have hovered over the field) and headed out to the One.
The first thing I did was anchor Dancergirl. I've been running some strong game on her for a while and missed a week while I was poor. I told her I wasn't able to show up because someone had forgotten to put me on the guest list. There is no guest list at the One. It was a good line, though, and we talked about her boyfriend for a little bit; she didn't qualify the relationship to me this time, so I feel like I'm losing her to a pair-bond, but we'll see how I do next week.
We sat down and waited for the party to arrive, and as it began to trickle in, I gamed the waitress for a little bit. I asked her how she was on a scale of 1 - 10 and when she said a two, I asked what I could do to make her night a ten. She didn't know, which will help me calibrate the line later; if used too early, it telegraphs too much interest. Still, she stuck around for a little bit and we talked, then I shooed her away to go do her job. Shaft's friends arrived, and I gamed the hell out of the both of them. For some reason, while I'm great at making girls like me, guys seem to evaporate from the set if they have no reason to stick around. I'm not just trying to game girls, I'm trying to build a social circle, so it annoys me when the guys disappear and leave the girls to me. Sometimes. ^_^
Still, the guys came back, and ScruffyAFC checked out a blonde 6. Told me she was a psycho, because he'd tried to pick her up on the dance floor earlier, and she'd blown him out. This always amuses me. If she's not a dyke, she's psycho; it's never a problem with the AFC's game. We chatted for a bit, and I said "I'm sure she's a really sweet girl," so he challenged me to pick her up. I walked into the two-set, approaching my target, and opened with Makeup. She's a youth councilor, so it was a good choice of opener for her, and she took to me right away. I made a couple of SOIs (mostly in the "I really like a girl with a sense of community" and "You're cute, I like you" vein), went for the kiss close and returned to the table.
I sent Shaft after a four-set that was possitioned nearly impossibly. I could see a good approach point, but I wanted to see how well Shaft was reading approach points that night, and he sucked. There were ways to open the set, but he was out of frame and wasn't paying as much attention as he should have been. The obstacles evaporated, and he held the target for a bit, but he let her go before he had to. He could have gotten a kiss on the cheek at the very least.
Shootergirl comes into the set and we argue for a bit. This girl loves me, and hates me, and isn't sure which is more important to her. In my worst bit of game for the night I chased after her like an abandoned puppy, but I don't think it's done too much to tarnish my image with her. I hope.
A cute girl approached ScruffyAFC and asked him to come kiss her friend. Apparently it was her friend's birthday party. I went along, feeling very underappreciated, but when Shaft and his friend kissed the girl at the same time, and the girl _melted_ I knew Shaft was on his game. I immediately went in search of a set, and found a cute four-set near the dance floor.
I opened them with my fingernails, and got one of the best reactions I've gotten for them thus far.
Monkey: Hey girls. What's your first impression of these?
HB7: That is so hot.
Monkey: My fingernails, not my body.
HB7: I know. That is fucking awesome!
Monkey: Well thank you. You seem nice. I like you.
HB7: Check this out!
She holds up her hand for me to look at, and she has her fingers done exactly the same way mine are. Same shade of red, same shade of black, same fingers each color. We made a huge deal about it, and I got some great kino (a full-body hug and a kiss) out of the deal, and she became my new best friend. I saw a girl looking really bored in the set, so I ran the Nightrank (1-10) routine and she said a five.
Me: So what can I do to make your night a ten?
At this point, an obstacle I hadn't even known was in the set turned around and looked me dead in the eye. She looked like a ghetto queen from the lack of style to the bad makeup, and she had the gall to say:
Ghetto:You should buy us a bunch of drinks.
Monkey: With an attitude like that, honey, you'll be lucky if I let you buy ME a drink.
And the set evaporated. All they were there for was to make silly AFCs buy them drinks. I was angry. I'd gamed them well. I was in the set. My social proof was lined up, and I was just about to introduce Shaft when they all went "poof!" and disappeared.
It made me hungry.
We left the One immediately. I gave Dancergirl my penguin for good (it doesn't flash as much anymore, and that makes me sad...), and we took off. I strode into Bar Wild with so much alpha the bouncers backed off from me. I walked with Shaft and his Shootergirl and drank more booze than was neccessary. I gamed his Shootergirl with gusto, and gamed the guy sitting beside me, and that guy's girlfriend. When the camera came out, I took a picture of Shaft kissing his Shootergirl, and she took a picture of me kissing Shaft, and he took a picture of me kissing his Shootergirl. That girl loves me. I have a way with girls who serve small drinks.
I opened the impossible girls at the bar with their backs turned to me. I opened a seven-set in which none of them could hear what I was saying because I was so close to the speakers. I opened the beer tub girl. I opened the OTHER beertub girl. I opened sets full of nothing but guys. Every girl that entered my proximity had to give me an opinion on my nails, guys wearing makeup, dinosaurs, jealous girlfriends, everything I could think of. I was on fire.
I'm a bad wing. Sure, I helped isolate Shaft's target by occupying the obstacle. I even managed to get a kiss close out of her with some mediocre game. On my rating system (where 1 is average instead of hideous), she was a three. I gamed the hell out of her regardless. When Shaft reintroduced his target (whose tongue was down his throat for much of the introduction), she smiled at me and I stole her out from under him. He even helped me! He took over the obstacle, I ran one routine, and BAM! Kiss close. Then there were more shots with Shootergirl and coatcheck girl. Gamed them both briefly. Shootergirl will be mine at some point. ^_^
On the way out of the bar, Shaft opened a three set sitting on the bench. I can't remember why my juggling balls were out (something about the coatcheck), but Shaft's target asked about them so I did a four-toss and put them away. Then the obstacle, an 8 in her own right, asked me to juggle again.
HB8: Aw! I missed it! Juggle again!
Monkey: Is she always this greedy? You should have paid attention the first time.
HB8.5: She's a beautiful girl. You have to do what she says.
Monkey: Beauty is common. What are you going to do for me that will make me want to juggle for you?
HB8: (stunned silence)
I shrugged and moved out of the set while Shaft went to work on his target. Then we started back towards his truck.
A cute girl was sitting on the windowsill at Tim Hortons and I liked the hat she was wearing, so I tugged on it a bit.
Monkey: I love your hat. Where did you get it?
HB7: La Senz.
Monkey: La who?
HB7: La Senza.
Monkey: I don't believe you. That hat's too cool to have come from La Senza. You stole it from your grandmother, didn't you?
HB7: No!
Monkey: It's ok. I understand. A good hat is hard to find.
HB7: What's your name?
Monkey: Guess.
HB7: No.
Monkey: Fine then. We're broken up. I want my CDs back.
HB7: You want the sweater back too?
Monkey: No, but you have to get your fingernail polish out of my bathroom. Look at what it's forcing me to do! (show her my hands).
HB7: Those are gorgeous.
Monkey: You're nice. I like you.
HB7: I like you too.
Monkey: Let's play a game.
I ran the CUBE on her, a five-minute version that was pretty suck-ass, but I was beginning to feel the shots. Then I hit her with Strawberry Fields. These two routines are like the shot-gun of cold-reads. Use them in conjunction whenever possible.
Had her boyfriend's friend not been there, we would have been making out in minutes. Instead, we parted ways for a debriefing and then I went to Mocha's place to sleep.
All in all, a good night. A few botches to be fixed next weekend. Hope you guys did as well or better.
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