I was sitting at a bar talking to my guy friend on my right hand side. To my left sat a luscious, nut-busting HB7.5. (On a side note, I am very critical and conservative when it comes to rating women and I think most guys would easily say she's an 8 to an 8.8 (more on rating women in another post!!).

At any rate, due to the lack of attractive women in the bar she was getting hit on every few min by guys whose skills ranged from pure super AFC to decent, naturally gamed guys. For example, one African American dude with very good natural game felt very comfortable talking to her, and over and over again (he was quite aggressive) he would come by and flirt with her.

For the most part though, men at the bar would come up, compliment her, get ignored, and then walk away with that typical AFC "what a bitch" attitude/face after having been rejected.

So here I am... I happen to have a strategic advantage because I am sitting right next to this girl at the bar. However, the last thing on Earth I want to be is that quintessential "guy at the bar" and pull the same lame tactics. I have one, and only one shot at this girl and I want to make it count. So, while I'm picking my moment (fuck the 3 second mystery rule for now) to play run my game, my general game-plan is to try and not stare at her pretty face and perky tits.

Instead I ignored her long straight brown hair and magenta panty line that was clearly visible just above her skin tight jeans (ok so I was doing a horrible job of not staring), and instead talked to my guy friend about his business trip to North Carolina.

At two points during my conversation with my guy friend, I turned to HB 7.5 and included her into the conversation by saying things like "Can you believe that?" whenever I knew she had been listening and more importantly her opinion would've been irrelevant.

A couple more guys come and go in the mean time. "Hey, waaaassss up... my name is Derrick, what's yours?" Ignored... rejected... time to go jerk off in the corner Derrick. This really puts the pressure on me because I begin to feel like this girl is waaaaay out of my league and unattainable. But I can't think like that... I am the prize. No fuck that, "We--the community-- are the PRIZE!"

About 15 minutes later a miracle happens.

Out of nowhere, some girl I was talking to 2 hours earlier comes up to me in front from HB7.5 and says, "Hey, I'm going to get going now. Here's my number; you should give me a call." She had written down her number on a napkin (CLASSIC!!) along with her name. I felt like Fred Savage in The Wonder Years. On a side note, this has never happened to me before in my life, much less by an attractive, lip-pierced, rocker hottie.

I cordially accepted her number,

This caused HB-7.5 to take another look at me and this time I could totally sense everything was different. Whether she genuinely was more attracted to me, or whether my confidence projected this interpretation, I felt as though "it was on." For example, after the girl gave me her number, she specifically said, "Wow! You going to call her?!"

To be continued....