Two nights ago, my bro (who I'm staying with in Israel) went over to some girls place to cop an HJ, so I went sarging alone for the first time in a week (this being only my 2nd week of real sarging). I went to one bar that I've seen tends to attract women (rather than kids (ages 17-19, common at Israeli bars). When I got there, before I even got inside, the hostess (HB7) asked whether I was there alone or meeting people in a very interrogatory manor (something which I have never experienced before). I smiled at her and asked which the better answer would be. This got a good reaction, so I replied that I was there on my own and asked if I should find a better bar where one was aloud to be single; another positive response. That was all the warm-up I needed.
I walked in slowly, making a point of implementing the right body language (keeping my head and shoulders up and back, a pleasant smile, looking around and walking in slowly and confidently, etc.) this is definitely something that I had been neglecting and therefore, was subject to my mood. Within 30 seconds, a girl (HB7) in a three-set made eye contact with me; the game was on. She was sitting with an HB6 and an HB8, so my target was set. I went over to HB7 and with a confident smile.
Me: "Is it common around here to be questioned as to whether your coming to a bar alone or not before even being aloud in?"
HB7: No... bla bla bla, laughs smiles, Idk...
Me: "I didn't think so" and related the story of coming into the bar.
We proceeded to make small-talk for a couple of minutes, completely ignoring her friends who she then proceeded to introduce me to. I went to HB6 and HB8 and talked to them about Idk what for a few minutes, then proceeded to grab a bar stool and sit between them so they could hear me better (rather than standing and literally speaking down to them).
After a little negging of HB8, I went back to ignoring her and spoke to HB7 and ran the "high five" routine. This worked like a charm as she suggested that I test her friends (specifically HB8). After running the routine on her, we sat down, talked about music and some other shit, and I ran the "ring" routine on her. Again, I ignored her and started speaking to HB6. I continually noticed HB8 stirring in her chair, appearing somewhat jealous of the attention. She eventually said she was going to say hi to her other girlfriends who were sitting across the bar. Before she got up, I inquired as to her profession (the subject of discussion with HB6) and found out she was a counselor at a girl's juvenile detention center. I told her we would have to discuss this when she came back.
I talked to HB6 and HB7 (who both seemed endeared) until HB8 returned. I explained to her that I had worked as a counselor, doing group therapy in a methadone clinic, this opened a common bond. We talked about goals and better life interests (I still teased her every so often to keep her on her toes). I found out that she had an exam the next day (to complete her Master's degree) and had to leave at midnight (bars in Israel run like bars in NYC). I told her that I had enjoyed our conversation and that we should continue it soon. -Number Close- There was some awkward hug the before she left ( I think I went for a kiss on the left cheek and she went for the right, so it didn't really work). I told her I'd text her with my number. The texts read as follows.
Me: "Hey, your hugs need help than your English. We'll just just have to work on both next time."
Her: "It was nice to meet you. it's will be be very nice to see you again"
_LOLZ_
Me: "So I'm not sure of my plans this week, let me know how your exam goes. If it goes well, we'll have celebratory drink, if not (though I'm sure it will), we'll just have to grab a bunch of drinks."
{She ended having a night shift last night, but told wants to make plans when I'm next available.}
After this, I proceeded to some other bars; as they were packed beyond capacity, I went to check out some others, but picked up a two set on the way. HB6.5 ended up being 17 (I don't screw around like that), but HB7 was legal, so I gave it a shot. It was obvious that she thought I was just another horny American who would buy her drinks. _FALSE_ After dancing for a while and having a beer, she was still pestering me about a drink as she'd blown her money already.
Me: (for the umteenth time) "Why would I want to buy you a drink."
Her: "Because I have these" and literally places her hand on her chest and shakes a tit at me.
_LOLZ_
Me: "Hey whatever, mine are nice; they aren't all flabby like yours." I proceed to mock her "tit shake".
We all move to an outside table (it was hot as hell upstairs) and continue on. I had told her a shot (so she would shut up about it). I thought it was supposed to be a free shot and hookah with a beer
but happy hour had ended, I still got a free hookah, but ended up paying like $3.75 for the shot (well tequila). A little while before they left (the youngin was being hassled to come home), HB7 revealed she had a BF and proceeded to tell me he was a "real man". -Hello shit test, my name is Insight.- Staying conscious of my body language and non-verbal communication, I kept a friendly, but patronizing tone and a cocky smile throughout the following conversation.
Me: "Oh, how's that?"
Her: "You wouldn't buy me a beer"... bla bla bla... "a shot isn't the same"... some shit or other... "just trying to get into our pants, that's why your hanging out with us".
Me: "I got you a shot. Second, don't be so cocky, I'm really don't care, my friend is over at some girls place and I didn't feel like staying in, so I found myself some company (them). If I wanted to get into your pants, this would have gone down very differently."
(I really didn't make any effort what soever after the first five minutes when I realized she was trying to get free drinks out of me)
Her: Something about I was just talking to them to get sleep with one of them, "you have a penis" something about me thinking with it. Then again draws attention to her chest.
Me: "I thought the shot was supposed to be free, I only got it to shut you up, s get over yourself. I don't need some little narcissistic, your not hot shit and I've seen better (I proceed to lift her breast as she had continually done)." _DIRECT HIT_
I continued to smile, chilled out on the hookah and beer and talked casually with the other girl. After a few minutes, HB7 proceeded to apologise, tell me I was a real man and thanked me for the shot. That was probably more satisfying than an HJ would have been. I parted ways with them very pleasantly, chilled on my hookah, then proceeded to one last bar. To shorten that experience, I ran into that girl from like four nights ago, she was with a girlfriend and some dude. He pseudo-AMOG'd, but honestly, I made him look like a dick before I excused myself, then made nice with him later on; also, that girl ended up being a dumb bitch -not my loss-. I sat at the bar, made some friends, talked with the bar tender, age 21, HB9.5 and personality 11.5, definitely the best girl I'd met here in the past three weeks, unfortunately, she had a BF and I'm not big on the whole cheating thing unless she a bitch, or I find out the BF is a douche. That was the end of my night., though before going to bed, I had a very attractive ex to send me a dozen fresh pics... not a bad way to conclude the evening (at 730 AM).
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