| So I went out last night and ended up being all alone. I was supposed to go out with some old friends, but they decided to stay home in the last minute.
Since I was already at a club I figured I'd make the best of the situation (which wasn't a problem since I'm very social and know a lot of people).
Opened a few sets to get started, had a lot of fun with it. One of the conversations rolled over to pepperspray, which was great, since it gave me an easy way to re-open later ("So, none of you have wished for a canister of pepperspray yet?" would be a rough translation).
Then I saw this gorgeous blonde girl sitting alone by a table and didn't hesitate. I went with the drug-dealer opener and I had her. Built up some kino, her friend came along, chatted with them for a few moments and got the number from the blonde girl. Now here comes the fun part, which was new to me.
About an hour after that encounter, I decided to call her to joke around a bit and give her my number. I stated the later fact and I noted that she sounded quite uncomfortable, I got something along the lines of "Yeah, I don't think I've got any use for your number" and hung up. Thirty seconds later, she called me back... or that's what I thought!
Me: "So, you couldn't even leave me alone for a minute?"
MAN (!): "You know, you're better off deleting this number, bub..."
Me: "Hah! Of course, bro. Had no idea the merchandise belonged to someone else." *click!*
Actually this is the first time this happened to me and reminded me of the fact that getting a number isn't a big deal. Anyone will give you their number if you point at them with your phone and hear the words "Give me your number".
Next up was a god-damned challenge. Two girls, me and my colleague. My friend is... I don't know -- I have to call it a natural. He's from Marocko, good-looking guy. Could probably be a model if he wanted to, but not very bright and inclined to sleep with everything that doesn't host a penis (which is probably why things work for him; his success rate is probably around 1/100).
I went for the other girl and... damn! She responded, I went with some kino, I displayed higher value and everything. Like gaming a brick wall!
I would've understood this behaviour from the blonde I numberclosed earlier; she had a boyfriend. This cute little dark-haired girl was just genuinely nice and single.
I got her to laugh, went with the occasional neg, touched her playfully, took a step back a little now and then, but never seemed to get anywhere.
Now there are two things about her:
1. She used to date my number one childhood friend.
2. She shot down any kind of qualification.
Ex.
Me: "I really like it when you smile -- good thing you do it a lot!"
Her: "Yeah, I know. Thanks."
Me: "blablawhatever--"
Her: "I know."
She eventually went home with her friend; leaving both me and my Marockan friend to ourselves in his apartment. We analyzed what just happened and laughed about it before I finished my whisky and went home to my empty bed.
Any tips, should this happen again? I'm thinking I might have to take a step too far and say something shocking. Any thoughts?
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