| FR 10 - # close with HB9 after Xmas dinner
Location: Friend's wife's family's house
Objective: Just eat Christmas dinner and have a mellow evening
Outcome: # close
Oh boy. I'm glad I put on my bling and made an effort to clean myself up for this. I went to this house just expecting to have a quiet afternoon enjoying the company of a family on Christmas day, lo and behold, there's a HB9 there on the loose!
I had a few witty lines ready to drop in as soon as I went through the door to build some comfort since the parents are people I've only met once a few years ago, so I wanted to be able to build some social proof from the get go. I got a good reaction right from the start, and had a real sense of being the source of much laughter.
I was introduced to most of the people in the house except for HB9. I was sampling some bread with pesto, I commented on how good the pesto was and apparently it was the work of HB9. I saw the opportunity and moved to the living room to introduce myself rather than wait meekly for an introduction. I excused my way into a conversation between HB9 and wife, "Are you the famous HB9?"
Got an early opportunity for a neg because she'd forgotten the recipe. Got some early DHVs in there as well (I like to cook, live with two girls, need the food because I was out cycling in the morning). They moved off and I restrained myself from following too closely, it was going to be a long evening in this closed environment so there's no need to worry about competitors. Now there was this other guy who HB9 grew up with, a son of the parents in the house (I'll call him BrotherInLaw since that's what he was to my friend). HB9 is the daughter of another couple who were there as friends of the family. (It took me a while to figure this out, and I let the information come to me in small packets to build up the picture rather than doing an AFC "is he your boyfriend" routine.)
I got more negs in soon again, she responded well to them. During dinner HB9's mom sat me down at the table beside HB9, which I thought was interesting since she had other places she could have put me, or she could have sat beside her own daughter. So the focus of much of the dinner convo was an animated discussion between HB9 and BrotherInLaw. I interjected a few times but only when I had something interesting to add, and it was well researched stuff that they all found very interesting. But most of the time I let the convo flow. No point in trying too hard.
After retiring to the living room HB9 and BrotherInLaw were still deep in a lot of convo, and I started getting jealousy pangs. But I kept it under control instead of appearing needy. I let them work away and exhaust their conversational material while I focussed on building rapport with HB9's dad. The opportunity to converse with HB9 came back soon enough and naturally enough.
That's pretty much how it went for the rest of the evening with the conversation rotating around different members of the group. I just had to make some effort not to neglect my friend. I quietly asked my friend what the status was with HB9 (single or what, I assumed she was since there was no fella here with her, and BrotherInLaw lives out of state) but he didn't know. I dropped that line of questioning when I realised how AFC it was.
When friend and wife declared that they were leaving, I took that as an opportunity to say I was doing the same. I had HB9 almost isolated at this point and was about to suggest hanging out again with her, but she jumped up and moved into the kitchen to get some book that her and BrotherInLaw were having fun reading together before. A few minutes later I got her attention and focussed her on me, held the conversation (avoiding topics that by now I knew BrotherInLaw would use to grab the frame) and got her talked around to the possibility of coming over the bridge into the exciting city to hang out.
Speedbird: "Well gimme your number then and we'll hang out."
HB9: "OK"
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was that. I got her #.
On the way out after the goodbyes I shook everyone's hand and hugged HB9. I should point out that I think I distributed my convo time around the group without focussing too much on HB9, so I think I did OK.
One negative point was where I was experimenting with friend's camera trying to get a feature to work, but had the camera focussed on HB9 for a considerable time while doing it. She looked over uncomfortably and BrotherInLaw remarked about how uncomfortable it is having a camera trained on you. But I spotted that quickly and recovered.
Moral of the story: Always be ready because you never know where opportunities are going to come up.
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