I had the unfortunate incident of running into a HB9 I knew from high school. I say unfortunate because we clashed badly and she grew a pretty bad hatred of me when we first met. She was tending bar and I showed up the night she was working with my wing. I opened a set before I even made my way to the bar and was instantly in with them. I ordered a drink and the bartender and she comment on how different I seem. Now, for the exposition. In high school I was a bit of a natural and had some "luck" with women, mostly due to the fact that I had natural humor and have always been a very good conversationalist. After a quick stroll of the bar I noticed there wasn't a girl above a 5 in the place and I wanted to leave. However, the bartender, whom I have an unclear past with, made the comment "You seem so different." Recently, I've lost about 70 pounds and am very thin, but I've also been acting very "alpha" as well, making eye contact and making friends with everyone in the bar, guy or girl and just being a social butterfly. Now, I realized real quick that the hottest girl that was going to step into the bar was the bartender herself. Knowing this, I tried to convince my wing to head to another bar but he made some excuses not to. So I decided I'd really test out my game and try and pick up the bartender. I ran the five question game routine on her, then walked away. I told her to stop flirting with me and then convinced her to buy me a drink. I ran some hard negs on her as I knew she pretty much hated me, saying she was a pretty bad bartender and telling her she wasn't my type and that she didn't have good fashion sense. She actually reacted exactly how I thought she would to it all. She laughed when I wanted her to, and she left when I wanted her to do that.

Now, let me clarify something. I'm very picky. I don't really want this girl but I want to know that she wants me. I actually can't really stand this girl and wouldn't mind watching her fed to carnivorous dogs. I made it a point of showing her that I was very popular and social. I made sure she overheard my jokes and my rapport build with some of the guys and ugo girls in the bar. I literally met probably 80% of the people there and that a lone was a great experience. I opened about 10-20 sets in 4 hours and had a blast doing it.

I love drinking so I did have a few beers though I kept it only to 4 for the whole night and two of those were bought by people I had met that night. I made a point not to get drunk. So, after my second beer I decided to go and buy another. The bartender comes over and invites me to her birthday party out of nowhere. I instantly neg her about the fact that she seems desperate for people to come her party like she's afraid no one will show up, and she tosses her hair back and tells me that's exactly what she's afraid of. All of this is driving me nuts because she is reacting to the "new" me. I don't see her as putting me in the LBF zone because years ago we honestly had a pretty bad dislike of each other, but she is reacting to everything I say and laughing at jokes and things I say that honestly aren't fucking the least bit funny.

So I go back to the smoke room and gab up some random sets (all guys and one mixed set) and then we go to leave. I steal a lemon from the bar's supply and my wing makes some small talk with the bartender. I add to their talk that we're moving to Chicago in a few weeks and that we're going to have the times of our lives. The bartender laughs and both of us make to leave. I give her the behind the back "later" wave and she screams at me "You're still not going to get laid." I don't pause in my step. I realize that this is probably some shit test so I just laugh and say, "later Claire." Then stroll out with my wing.

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