Friday the 27th was a washout. The place which I went to with 3 other guys, Gnomefan included, had only a few sets. We sat around for a while, and later one of us went to talk to a lady standing along and looking either angry or bored. He asked her for directions to some place, and left her quite quickly. We decided to end the night early in order to arrange another meet at another time.

Being frustrated with Friday night, I decided that I wasn't going to let Saturday night pass by without making some effort at walking and talking. So I decided to take a drive into Kuala Lumpur, and ended up going to Rootz, a place with excellent music on Saturdays (for those of you taking a trip to KL, the music there is quite bad on Fridays; the Saturday DJ is better).

The place opens at 11:00 p.m., so arriving at mdinight is ideal because the place would have at least a few sets to go to work on. The door charge there is the highest-costing one which I know of, at about RM 60.00, or about US$ 19.00. This is how the night went.


The Approaches

I was determined to try to lessen the approach anxiety early on in the night so the rest of the night - or morning - would be easier. Luckily for me, two South African students stood beside me at the bar while I was having a whiskey. A simple, "I don't mean to be rude, but where are you from?" was enough to start the conversation. It was good that they were from South Africa, because I could then start talking about the soccer World Cup in 2010 that was hosted by S.A. Turns out that they were cousins, the older being a pretty skinny HB7, and the slightly younger being an overweight 3 or 4 (unacceptable for a sarge, but great as someone to talk to the rest of the night).

Next, this one more loner came up to me and said that he was after some ass too, so I figured an impromptu wing would be good. Next, I approached a pair of Australians, one man and one woman (HB7) who were at the opposite end of the bar. I was lucky, because Australians know how to have fun and are easier to approach as long as you have the, "Alright, let's have us a good time!" attitude. The woman had been working in Malaysia for 3 months, with only 2 weeks left before she went to Melbourne, and her male friend was just visiting (he was a hoot, by the way). Once again, "I don't mean to be rude, but could I ask where you're from?" to the man and I was in. It was this Aussie woman whom I would number-close at the end of the night (more on that later).

So my new wing came over and we started talking as a group. I noticed that my impromptu wing had this creepy way of showing up and stand over a group, since he was quite tall and lanky, and not say a word until they'd turn a little and then get surprised when they finally noticed him. Shit, was he desperate!

So next, I pointed out this girl (yet another HB7) who was alone at a table, and I warned him that I would go up to her and ask her if he looked like a drug dealer. He agreed to the plan, and I went up to her. Got introduced, and she also had a male friend (who displayed some gay tendencies). They were from Hong Kong, and we would be with them later on the dance floor.

From there, I noticed that the approach anxiety was almost non-existant. I managed to coax my wing to go to the table and talk to the group. Laughter and positive results. The next three-set I approached consisted of a HB8 and two men, one friend and the other her fiancee. The two men easily out-sized me but by then I felt like I was blazing through everyone, and opened, starting with the friend quite easily.

Fast-forwarding to the end of the night for a moment; one thing I noticed later, after I went home, was that I'd been too excited that I didn't spend much time with sets I'd just opened in order to build on the good vibes that I'd already established. I was too excited from successfully approaching and opening. Silly me.

Back to last night, I approached this French woman (HB7) who said nothing but, "I don't understand English. French only." So I said, "Au revoir," and moved on. I'll have to read up on material for dealing with language barriers.

Next was an Indian HB9 who was having her birthday celebration, and I approached her while on the dance floor with the two people from Hong Kong. I found approaching on the dance floor to be quite an awesome experience because I'd done it before I started reading PUA material. I'd dance and use some contact on her for about 20 seconds before stepping away abruptly, being the first to break contact, and go back to the Hong Kong girl. This went on for another two instances until my wing once again made the creepy approach by STANDING STILL right behind her and surprising her, and her friend pulled her away off the dance floor. A HB9 that I was doing quite well with was now out of reach, and I was set on ditching this guy.

I approached a five-set of Russian ladies (6's and 7's), and we get to talking a little bit about their vacation. My mind suddenly drew a blank and I could not think of much to talk about, so I excused myself quickly.

Shortly before closing time, the HB8 with the fiancee came by to say goodnight, but the fact that she was engaged made me hesitate a few moments to tak further and perhaps number close, so she was already out of the club before I could go further. The Aussie woman I mentioned earlier was talking with a group of locals who were being unintentionally AMOGed by her friend, who was already shitfaced at this point.

This gave me the time to exchange numbers with her, and then call it a night by giving a cheers to my impromptu wing. I told him to do some reading as well because I wouldn't want him creeping out potential sets with his approach.

I left before closing time, and that was how Saturday night went. I noticed that after two warm-up sets it was much easier to approach. I also noticed that canned lines were not absolutely necessary. A simple, "Hi, where are you from?" would suffice. If they are from a foreign country, some small prior knowledge or information related to their country would be great as well. I mentioned things such as the World Cup with the African ladies, a friend of mine working in Hong Kong with the Hong Kong people, and the general knowledge that Aussies know how to have a good time.

So feel free to drop me a line if you feel like having a night out with your balls out as well.