FR To preface the story, I had a dream the night before. I was at an outside bar in Miami and see my friend from across the bar. We make eye contact, look over at two college girls, and know what to do immediately. We walk over and then I wake up.

I tell my friend the story the next day, and offer to meet up with him at this bar I had a $100 gift certificate to. It's kind of dead in there on a Thursday at happy hour. Then two girls walk in that were hotties. One was a 9 and the other might have been an 11. They sat in the back were nobody was. I felt eyes on me as a tried to ignore them. Ten minutes later they moved to the table right next to us. My friend has no game and was terrified when I told him what I was going to do. He said he was tired and wanted to leave. I asked him to just follow my lead, then excuse himself if he wanted to go.

So, I made up an opener that is loosely based on a true story that happened to me before I got into all of this. I walked up to the table and said, "I need some advice. My friend went on a date with this girl that went real well, but when he met her with friends on the second date, she was at the bar with another guy and kind of brushed him off. What should he do?" The 11 asked if she came back, and I said that he waited 30 minutes and then took off. She said that he needed to cut that girl out and it was over. The 9 said to my friend, "That's to bad. I know what your going through. My boyfriend just broke up with me. I found out that she was 40 years old, but looked like she was 32. She told me her boyfriend was 25 and dumped her for a stripper. Bingo. My friend played along for a while, did a good job, and left. I had said that I couldn't stay long either. The 11 was actually there for a job interview, and left me alone with the 9 for 10 minutes. I don't remember everything I said, but she did touch my arm a few times. I did feel like my middle game was weak at times, and I'm wondering what material I could have added.

Of course the 11 got the job on the spot, and they were leaving. I told the 9 I would like to talk to her again and she gave me her card with her e-mail and cell phone on it. I kissed each of them on the cheek and said goodnight.

So, do I e-mail first then call or just call? If you're wondering why I didn't go after the 11, it's because she was about 5'11'' and I don't like girls taller than me. If there's anybody out there from Miami that likes tall girls, I may need a wing. Later dudes.