So after a seimnar on working on improving your 'state', I decided to put some ideas into practice, and try some shit out.
I didn't do many (any) approaches, and maybe a couple of hi's got lukewarm responses, which had no way of taking things forward.
So this evening, on my way back from London, I decided to drop by the local club in Brum where we play poker. I was already late and could not join in, which was not an issue, since I was there really just to see some friends. Yet I yearned to walk over and talk to a couple of girls at the bar...never happened.
So anyways, by 10:30, most of the people go away, and I am left there with a mate who is pretty good at socialising, but doesnt seem to manage that extra step with the ladies. I explained to him about the seminar and well, in jist, The Game. He nodded in approval. I told him that I know what could be said, I know what other people do wrong, but like an NCP (Nincumpoop, look at St. Bilko), I can never seem to do it myself.
While we were talking, a couple of ladies walk in and go to the loo. We decide that I should go and try and talk to them once they are back. They headed to the bar, and I hesitated. I said, Fuck it, and walked towards them. Their backs were to me, and I said Hi, so as to grab their attention (HB7 and HB9, who thinks she is a 10)
Me: Hey there. I was wondering if you can help me with something. My mate there (points) and me are having this heated debate about something, and I could really use your opinion on something.
< I was smiling and all, and my body language was mixed, confident yet anxious. By this time, HB9 was making strange faces and had her back to me>
Me: Well, which Youghurt do you like best?
<And the language barrier kicked in, they were both Polish, and HB7 could not understand and speak very well. HB9 turned around>
HB9: Banana <Turns back, no smile>
Me: oooooh....and what about you Ms. HB7?
HB7: I don't eat yoghurt.
Me: Hmm...not really sure thats the write answer.
By this time, P (my mate I was talking to) walks into the conversation.
P: did you say no yoghurt...dont they have any yoghurt in Poland?
HB7: Laughs sheepishly, looks at HB9, who hints at going to the table with their drinks.
P: (to me) Do you want a drink mate? (As I stand there rather embarrased)
So these girls knew we were hitting on them, and even though HB7 was smilingat all times (perhaps best response to not understanding nada), but HB9 had this fiery glare in her eyes, which said Fuck off.
So I take some Dutch courage, and walk up to the table, with P in tow.
Me: Girls, do you mind if we join you, and not talk about Youghurt.
HB: yada yada... HB9: Guys relax, just sit down.
Boring conversation ensued. In my defence, I couldnt really hook in HB7 (language issue) and HB9 (Bitch shield? Although I know a good PUA should penetrate that).
P pulls up some courage and we somehow end up in another pub for some drinks. He buys. I scold him at the bar, while the girls are sitting at the table. Now P knows quite a few people, so this HB8.5 walks up to him to say hello. The problem is we never walk away, as its our first time. We pretty much fucked it up. I wasnt looking for any sort of close, just enough chat to get over AA. I joke a bit with HB9, but she gets confrontational, and I didnt back out either. Silly me. She loses the 5-question thingy, but didnt buy us drinks (only buys for her friends, again, certifying she was a bitch). I hint to Paul, and we said Adios and walk away into oblivion.
In the meantime, I just went upto random people and started saying Hi, Hello. Got this big lecture from this massive guy who was trying to AMOG me saying that I am not normal to do this. I laughed it off, winked at his gf (HB10) who was siding with me and walked off. Quite pleased.
Anyways, night ended, and here I am.
Better off than I was about 3 hours ago...but what could have been different with HB9, who wasnt caving in at all? (She did admit I was intelligent and clever, atleast she knows something!!)
Merci.....
CHAT
