OK I decided to go out on Saturday with the boys in Toronto .

But there was a twist. I was going to use this night to behave like a complete AFC. The plan was to open as many sets as possible and to FUCK up. I was dressed like shit and I hadn't shaved in three days.


Here's what happened.

Here is the main outcome of the evening.

We're at a bar, all my friends and drinking and talking amongst themselves. I'm on a mission to crash and burn. I have nothing to loose.

I see a two-set. They're fucking hot. I approach them from behind and tap the target on the shoulder! They're looking at me and are thinking wtf.

Me: Hello
HB9: Erm hi.

Me: I think you're very beautiful.
HB9: OK

Me: You have very pretty eyes, can I touch them. (I move my hands toward her face, she checks back and laughs)

Me: Can I ask your opinion?
HB9: OK go on then.

Me: What do you think is my best feature?
HB9: (She looks me up and down smiling, I'm dressed like shit) I like your teeth.

Me: Cool (I move real close to her and whisper.) I think your best feature is your ass. (She's laughing really loud now, she can't quite believe what she's hearing)

HB9: And how do you know that, I've been standing with my back against the wall since you started talking to me.

Me: Very true, does that mean you're going to show me your ass now then. Come on, let's see what you got baby.

(I grab her hand and ask her to do a twirl for me. She reciprocates)

Now her friend is intrigued because the HB9 is laughing hard but she can't hear what is being said. So they whisper to each other in front of me. The HB8 has a big smile on her face.

HB8: Who are you with?
Me: I'm on my own, I'm here to pick-up girls.

Me: Hey, where have you guys going tonight?
Them: Blah blah blah.

Me: Cool, so can I come along?
Them: Erm, (they bullshit their way out of the question)

Me: Do you have a cell number I can reach you on.
HB9: No, I kinda left my cell at home.

Me:(I'm looking at her friend now) Do you have a cell number I can reach you on (OMFG)

HB8: (She's laughing) Nah,
Me: Damn, anyway are you on myspace.

Then the unthinkable happens. She pauses for a minute. The HB8, gives me her name and her friend's and types it into my cell! She says to contact her. This is legit!

I wrap it up.

Me: It's been a pleasure meeting you two. I shake the HB8's hand and then I go to shake the HB9's hand. But instead, I kiss the back of her hand. (she giggles)

I open up a few other sets that night. None of my group can quite believe it.

I mean I was trying so hard to crash and burn and I almost number closed two honeys. WTF.

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Dude thats beautiful. It really didn't seem AFC at all though. Im sure your energy and body language played almost, if not, a bigger role than the way you looked and what you said.

When people go out, they are out to have fun. You showed these girls that you were fun.

The AFC thing would have been to sit at atable and stare at them the whole night. What you said kinda took some nuts.

"You have really pretty eyes... Can I touch them?"

Awesome! Don't mind me if I "borrow" that one.

I kinda thought you pressured them a little much for the contact info. When I have to ask for it, it's usually a huge DLV and leads to them flaking. Better off is to tell them, "You should check out my awesome myspace!" (If such a thing exists <grumble>) and then you can transition into, what's so great about yours, let me see it, etc etc...

Anyway, nice #close, thanks for the report.

Haha great story man, well done. Its fun experimenting a bit in the field, this week i want to go out and try being more of an asshole than usual and being a little sarcastic as well to see how it works. PM with some good bars in the Toronto area to check out! I live in Newmarket myself, normally go to some of the bigger clubs but wouldn't mind trying sarging at some bars.

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Def not AFC