| PUA Logs: An AFC in the STL
3/14/11
club rank: 6
overall HB rank: 6
my stats: one number close.
First off I’m writing these logs for my own benefit, I keep them in my google doc’s, but I will be posting them on the forms for some critiques and feed back. Since I’ll be keeping detailed reports of where I go, and an overall HB rank this could be a useful tool for anyone looking to sarge the STL metro area. So here we go day one of the path to PUA’ism.
So my best friend David gets like one weekend a month to go out and have a good time with the boys. He is recently divorces with three kids, one eight year old girl and twins girls that are two. We have been talking back and forth about me recently reading the game, and I’ve been passing on some of the knowledge I had picked up. So the first opportunity to go sarging we took, around 7pm I arrived to pick david up. I couldn't tell if he was three sheets to the wind, or just tired from a day of work; but I have him the benefit of the doubt. Stop was the QT for some red bull and gum (big red). A short drive up the hwy we went to a country based club called the electric cowboy, now this type of bar is not really my style, but David wanted to check it out he said it was crawling with women; well he was right. I was crawling with women fat, old, ugly women; I might have saw two HB 6 when we walked through the door. We recon-ed the place, but before we even made it 10 feet passed the entrance we ran into someone we know. Some dude we both had beef with back in the day before I left for the army, old boy remembered us, I didn’t remember him till he filled me in on who he was. I don’t hold grudges, but seeing this dude put me in a bad mood right off the bat. My wing and I made are way around the club scoping it out, every table was reserved not a single place to just sit and mingle. At the back of the club I stopped my wing, told him we were leaving for a more target rich environment. I pointed out to him why this place sucks, “look around how many old fat bitch’s do you see on the dance floor” there were a bunch, “do you see any sets of just women, look at this place it like a fucking sausage factory”. As we made are way to front again we stopped to talk to old boy from my past again, I reassured him old beefs from a decade ago were squashed. Then the entire SPAM changed in the club, they went from playing some decent hip-hop, to playing straight slow dance country. I like all kinds of music, but when your out hunting, Tim Mcgraw slow dance country music is not something I want to hear. I leaned over to my wing and said were leaving, we said are good bye’s and rolled out for main Street St. Charles, some of the best PUA grounds in the STL area in my mind.
On the way down to main street we contacted my boy Eric, he decided to join us. He was meeting some old childhood friend he had run into earlier that week. David and I parked and made are way to main street which was about a block up from the parking near the river (Missouri river). We made are way through Loyd and Harrie's and bar and grill that had a bunch of people eating there (really great cheap food). David turned left out the front door, I asked were he was going he didn’t know, said he was looking for a bar. Then he turned left into some other hole in the wall the place was packed, and had some good music going but it was small like a one bedroom apartment. We checked it out, but I was just bitting my time I already knew were I was headed. We stood in line for a beer because at this point all I wanted was a drink, we left with out a beer, the bartender was taking for ever, and place was like clubbing in a cracker jack’s box. We headed across the street to a club Quintessentia, this is a nice place. One of the best clubs on the main street strip. two floors, 4 bars, and a great mix of people, downside is I always run into someone I know there (It’s not always a downside). My wing and I grabbed a beer at the first bar after paying are cover at the front door 5 bucks, there were still some people finishing up dinner down stairs. So we headed up stairs, and recon-ed the club by make are way around in a big circle. My only goal for the night was to approach a set or two, I scoped the crowd for sets, to my left was a whole group of women. I approached the bar and ordered a beer I guess the AA was getting to me because I was drinking now, I told myself I was going to drink slow. The blond standing at the bar was a HB 6, she looked like she was with the group of girls, so I engaged with the two big girls fighting outside of the the little guy. It worked we talked for a minute, then my wing walked up and I turned to talk to him ( he had just come from taking a phone call). I never reengaged that set, we changed position to the other side of the bar, to wait for my other wing Eric to arrive. Eric walked in and we stood there for a moment so he could scope the area, then the strangest thing happened, a girl in a white dress pushed her way into are set, I mean she really pushed in between me and david taking up a position next to me with both are back facing the bar. Eric said “I think she wants in on the conversation”, I playfully neged her, and learned that it was her birthday she was 29 she returned to here friends to B.S. Then a two set engaged us by telling my wing she really like his shirt, I think it was B.S. because there was nothing special about his shirt. She introduced her self as Jordan, and her friend as Danielle. I engaged Danielle, we sat and talked I used the big girl opener again, and it opened up some conversation, but in about five minutes the converstation stalled. We all had some drinks, then me and Danielle went and danced we grindded on one another for a good two songs, then her and her GF went to bathroom, and me and Eric went to the table. This is were I pull the real AFC fuck up, david come back from where ever and tells me he has someone that wants to see me. So I follow, and leave the set i was in I could have number closed with Danielle, I wish I would have she was cute hb 7, young 21, and training to be a nurse (I have a thing for nurses, must be a parental thing).
The person that wanted to see me was an old friend form High school, we hugged then I noticed her whole set was women. I went back to work, we joked about some old prank phone calls me made to another girl there back in the day. My new target was a cute Irish girls, I ignored her for about ten minutes talking to every one else first. The Irish girl knew me, but I didn’t remember her, I found out that they had all been downtown in STL for the st. patties day praide. I negged them all with the looking rough comment, the irish girl left for the bath room, we B.S’ed a little when she returned. A last call I went direct, playing with my phone by returning a couple text that were not important, then I looked up at here and asked are you going to make me ask for your phone number, she reached for my phone and called herself, and that was the night.
Final thoughts, I need better peacock gear, I have some thoughts on the matter, I’m going with the bond persona. I need more material. Sarging is going to have to take a place on the back burner for a few weeks, I have a huge paintball event coming up in a few weeks and I need to devote some time to getting my gear in order and saving some money to have a good time out of town. Please be civil when you give me pointers for the future.
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