| Hey guys! A little background on me: I'm terrible with AA. If I go out to sarge with some friends, I MIGHT attempt ONE set in the night. The rest of the time I'm egging on my wings and not doing ANYTHING except watching my social proof bleed away.
Here's what I'm telling you: sometimes all it takes is just throwing your hat in the ring. Even if it's just a half-hearted, "how are you doing?" Sometimes that's all it takes. If you can't find an opener you like, say anything. Hell, just grunt. ANYTHING is better than sitting there and not approaching.
Here are two stories for you.
April: At the bar with an AFC friend. I hadn't been sarging all night and feeling shitty about it. Two girls are sitting at a table immediately beside ours. They are tipsy. I egg my buddy on to say hi. He declines, and suggests that I do something. I start psyching myself up... and then turn to see that a few guys have already entered the set. He who hesitates is TRULY lost.
My target has opened up her body language to her guy. She's smiling, laughing at his jokes, and giving kino (touching his arm, etc). I morosely nurse my beer and ponder what could have been... if only I could just grow some fucking balls!
Crazy bitch comes on. My target starts trying to drag her girlfriend out to the dance floor, but she is reluctant to leave.
...Fuck this, I HAVE to try. "Neil, watch my jacket." I walk out to the dance floor and offer my hand to my target. She takes it. For less than 60 seconds we are dancing. I put her through a few spins and then bring her in close. She doesn't back away. I kiss her. She kisses me back.
Screw this, I don't want to have to compete with the guy waiting for her at the table.
Me: I think I'll be heading home soon. Are you coming?
Target: What???
Me: I'm leaving now. Do you need to get your purse and tell your friend that you're leaving?
Target: Hold on...
I collect my jacket from AFC Neil and explain what happened. He is bowled over and can't stop slapping me on the back and calling me a stone-cold pimp. I am flushed with power. I faced my fears and was rewarded handsomely. I walk to my target's table and exchange numbers with her girlfriend so that they can reconnect later (my target has a dead cell phone).
Had I not walked up to her, she would have went home with the other guy. Sometimes all it takes is a little bit.
I have a story similar to this involving just as little effort, and it resulted in my first threesome ever (a lesbian couple who were tipsy and wanting to try something different). But I'm tired now and will write that another time.
Moral of the Story: Some nights a girl will only be inches away from going home with you for a fool's mate. And you will NEVER know unless you throw your hat in the ring. It's like a free lottery ticket: yeah, you may not win, but if you're getting a ticket for free, you might as well take a stab at it. Who knows, you could get lucky.
Stay Strong!
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