| SO after I go on a date with this chick (it went well but she went ice cold and refused to see me again after that). I went to this prominent local sports bar/restaurant/nightclub because I had not been there in a while. I see a few people who I knew but really just wanted to bounce around and vibe with the place. Id id that opening up a bachelorette party and talked with everyone I could. I see a group of three (one dude, two chicks) and I open them. No game just bullshitting. I put my hand on this one girl's shoulder than pulled it away because I did not want to be the guy who is afraid of kino. That was probably a mistake because my frame was not a sarging one. I was there to have fun and nothing else. A bartender comes and tells me he does not like the way I am acting, that I have a wristband on (from my earlier date) and that I do not know these people (FYI I was on my third drink and not near drunk). He says this is a private bar and some other stuff (he is quite upset). I bounce to the casino that links the pub to the sports bar. I bullshit with this dude who I knew from high school. Not long after, the same dude comes in and says that I need to come back another night. I say "okay" and leave. That guy than had the audacity to escort me out (what a tool).
Two weeks ago before a Pepper concert, I go to this same place. My attitude is like "fuck it, I want a beer. What better place than this same venue, the exact same (facepalm). Why, I do not know. So as soon as I walk in the bouncer says something like "Don't be creeping on people." My attitude is something to the effect of "begrudging acceptance" aka "Fuck you man, but, okay." I proceed to do my thing and joke around with the staff, talk to randoms about sports, yadda yadda yadda. I attempted to run a bit of Zan Perrion's waitress routine from ThE Game by telling my cocktail server that she "must like me to come back so often." Said with a big smile. I go sit by this musician dude who grade two years ahead of me from my high school . It goes well. We talk hockey, music and random stuff. At one point this same cocktail server comes up and I say something (at firrst serious) about her interrupting us than smiling and telling her I am fucking kidding. Anywho, as these two dudes are about to leave, the guy from the above paragraph comes up and tells me that I have to leave. I pay for my beer and go. Outside on the sidewalk I see this former football player from the school I graduated from and start going on about what has just happened. I am laughing and still sort of in shock. Across the patio, I see the same dude who comes over and tells me (remember I am on the sidewalk) that I am not welcome here and that if I ever show up again, the police will be called.
P.S.: After the concert, (which took place at a venue around the block from this establishment) by buddy convinces me to go back to this place and I drunk, and still a little high reluctantly decide to do so. Once I am found out, (after I take a piss which I am surprised to have gotten that far) I am asked to leave again. I hunch my shoulders, put my tail between my legs and thank... something that the fuzz was not called. I try to get into another bar down the road but after criticising a shot-girls outfit for being too garrish, I am not allowed entrance to that place. I walk to my car, drunk/ sort of high and defeated. I drive home (was still quite intoxicated) safely and than go to bed.
Summary: I fucked up the first time but not the second. The 2nd time I may have made that cocktail waitress uncomfortable but I do not think that justified making me persona non grata. I have a connection to one of the owners and I am going to plead my case to him. This really set me back and I sort of do not know what to. I am sort of afraid that this might happen again. IDK, I just DK.
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My goal: To become a Pickup Artist in everything but name.
And yeah, This is (still) just the beginning.
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