| OK so this is about ANOTHER girl... LOL
I meet up with an old friend and he's out with two female friends from his work. We meet and he introduces me, I say hello politely and shake their hands, like an AFC.
They're a little tipsy but I guess they can sense my awkwardness. Whatever you say about the female sex, they are experts in reading someone's body language. They DHV me straight away. They're not even hot. WTF.
My friend and I break off in front and we talk about stuff. The two girls are walking behind us. Fucking Hell they're walking sooo slow. I'll take this as an IOD. (Note to self: work on first impressions)
As I'm walking my mind is working. Of the two set, I'm working out which one is the target and which one is the obstacle.
I know the what the rules are by now...
Anyway so we hit a bar. The girls make fun of us for choosing that Bar, but fuck it, it's cheap, I take charge and say, "No I'm not joking, come on let's go in and get some drinks."
Now the mind games begin. We're all at the bar and apparently they've been doing rounds before. It's my target's round, so she asks what everyone wants to drink. She looks at me and says, "What do you wanna drink [myname]?" I look at her and say, "Nah I'm OK I'll get my own drink."
She wasn't expecting that.
Then we all walk to a table. I make sure I'm stood next to the obstacle. I realize my body language is closed, so I open my arms and move my body so that my shoulders are parallel to the obstacle.
Then I talk to her. I know I need to build rapport. I ask her opinion questions and she reciprocates. The target asks about my job, I keep it playful but I make sure I DHV. The target says something else I neg her.
When she talks I look up at the TV screen and yawn.
I go to the toilet and come back down, but I don't make eye contact with the target.
During the Night the target takes out her phone, and appears to be listening to a voice mail message. But she is there for like four minutes with her phone pressed to her ear. I think she is Bullshitting.
We finish our drinks, and I'm thinking this is going OK. I have built an amazing rapport with her friend. I've opened the set. All we need to do is hit a club then I can start work on the target.
But fuck, we mention a club and the target says she's tired and probably wants to go home. I'm like, "Fine you guys will probably cramp our style." (Jokingly of course.)
We say our goodbyes, she says, "Bye [myname]." They grab a cab home.
When should I have pulled the trigger? Was I being too frosty? _________________ *Justice renders the WEAK his due*
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