| So, this is my first post, I just finished reading the Game, and I can really sympathize with the guy at the beginning... Being the shoulder to cry on really sucks. But to the point. Tonight, me and a few friends went out to a pub to watch the hockey game, as all good Canadians should. Over the night, a group of about 10 or so girls, most of them >6, but one in particular was a HB8 that I really wanted to go talk to, but for whatever reason it seemed I couldn't, couldn't think of a way to get into the group without seeming like the random creepy guy that I had seen hit on the group for most of the night before getting shut down and sent away to lick their emotional wounds. But I just couldn't do it. Eventually, my group went to another bar full of drunk, horny university rez students dressed up in various Halloween costumes, most of them slutty. My friend approached a group, and I singled out one of them, an HB 7.5 and started talking to her. I had her laughing for most of the conversation, kept poking fun at her, and it seemed to be working. Then, she seemed to get bored, and I left her to go talk to a friend, planning to come back later and start it up again. After a few minutes, I went back to her to find her talking to a group of guys who it seemed she knew pretty well. I couldn't find a way to get in there, and the one time I did try to talk to her as she was walking by (to the dance floor with another guy =( ... ) she either didn't hear me, or ignored me and just walked by. This was a lost cause, but in the next case this goes on, what the hell should I do to keep her on me like white on rice the whole night?
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