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When I see her conning toward us, I immediately engage a buddy across
the table in seemingly deep conversation. I make sure to face my body away from her. When she comes up and asks us what we would like to drink, I ignore her for a few seconds or so. Then I glance in her direction and pretend I am just now seeing her for the very first time. Immediately, I show great interest in her—as if she were a new discovery. I glance quickly at her body, just long enough for her to notice, then turn myself fully around to face her. A big smile and a wink, and the game begins.
HER: What can I get for you?
ZAN: [Ignoring the question] Hello, I haven't seen you around before.
What's your name?
HER: My name is Stephanie. What's yours?
ZAN: I'm Zan. And I will have a gin and tonic. (Big smile)
So far I've broken the ice a bit and, by exchanging names, she has given me
the implicit right to be more familiar with her. So the next time she comes
around, I smile and wink again.
ZAN: You again? Wow, you sure like to hang around us, don't you?
HER: [Laughs] (some stuff)
ZAN: (Some other stuff)
HER: (Some other stuff)
ZAN: (As she is leaving) I bet you'll come back again real soon. I can see
it in your eyes.
HER: (Smiling) Yeah, I can't resist.
Now I have established a cocky funny theme—her wanting to hang around us and that is why she keeps coming back to our table. Of course, she has to
come back to our table: She's the waitress. And when she does, I smile at her and give the other guys a knowing look in front of her as if to say, "See, I was right." All along, I strive to make the interaction come off like I have known her for a long time. This establishes a level of familiarity that usually takes several meetings to build. So now, after a while, I will say something like:
HER: Can I get you another drink?
ZAN: (Smile, wink) You know what? You're kinda cute. I think I'm going to
call you.
HER: You think so, huh? You don't have my number.
ZAN: Why, you're right! Okay, tell me and I will write it down.
HER: [Smiling) Not a good idea. I have a boyfriend.
ZAN: (Pretending to write) Whoa, slow down. I didn't quite catch your
number there. You better repeat it for me. Let's see . . . 555 . . .
HER: (Laughs and rolls her eyes)
The absurdity of this exchange is that there is no way she is going to give me her phone number in front of a bunch of my friends. No girl would. But her digits are not the goal just yet. Now she and I have a rapport, in a manner of speaking. And I've made myself memorable enough that the next night we go there, she'll recognize me. This way, I can walk up, put my arm around her, and continue with my usual "You would make a good girlfriend for me" talk. And since everything is said in a half-joking manner, she doesn't know if I'm really hitting on her or if I'm just fooling around. So when I return:
HER: (Laughing) Oh no! Not you again!
ZAN: Stephanie, my sweet! Hey, listen, sorry I didn't return your call last
night. You know how it is. I'm just a busy guy.
HER: (Playing along) Yeah, I'm really mad about that.
This gets the whole table laughing, including her. And it's back on again for the evening.
Later:
ZAN: You know what, Stephanie. You're a terrible girlfriend. In fact, I can't
even remember the last time we had sex. That's it. We're through.
ZAN: (Pointing to another waitress) She's going to be my new girlfriend.
HER: (Laughing)
ZAN: [Playing with my phone) You are now downgraded from Booty Call
# 1 to Booty Call # 10.
HER: (Laughing) No, please, I'll do anything to make it up to you.
And later still:
ZAN: [Motioning for her to come over and pointing at my knee) Stephanie,
come and sit down. I'll tell you a bedtime story. [Smile, wink]
I have used that last line for years. It is gold.
Some of you guys are probably thinking, "Okay, now what? How do you
transition from funny ball-busting to more serious, romantic, sexual talk?"
It's simple, actually. At some point, I just talk to her quietly alone. Remem-
ber to turn on the bedroom eyes.
ZAN: [No longer cocky funny] Stephanie, do you want me to call you?
HER: You know I have a boyfriend.
ZAN: That's not what I asked. Do you want me to call you?
HER: Tempting, but I can't.
ZAN: Sneak away with me, girl. I'll take you higher up the slop es of Par-
nassus than you have ever been. Etc.
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