Field Report 9-8-06 TCU area clubs.

[Scoundrel]

My night started early. I was dressed well in my lucky jeans, black T-shirt, gray denim blazer and Chuck Taylor sneakers. I had sort of a “Tommy Lee” off duty rock star vibe going. First I went to the same coffee shop I always go to and checked my e-mail. I hung around for an hour or two. I wasn’t paying attention to the people around me; I was just into my laptop.

When I stepped out for a smoke, I was surprised by an HB9. She had heard me playing guitar last spring at this same coffee house and wanted to know how I’d broken my wrist. I wasn’t in a gaming mind set yet and it took me a few seconds to understand what was going on. I told her I broke my wrist while juggling bowling balls.

“Really!?!” she said with eyes like dinner plates.

“No” I told her. “But it’s a better story than what really happened.” Then she started telling about when she broke her leg on a skiing trip. I was still in shock and couldn’t think of anything to say. She giggled and started searching for words. It got awkward! Then she blushed, smiled and said “Well, you don’t want to talk to the silly 20 year old.”

WHAT!?! YES I DO! COME BACK! I just couldn’t think of anything to say to her. My mind was a blank. It would have been so easy to say “Hey, where are you going?” “Would you like some company?” “Are you on my space?” “Do you like those tires?” ANYTHING! Oh well, the night is young and I’ll see her again. Maybe next time I’ll be ready.

The 1st bar I hit was halos. It’s sort of a martini bar. But it was still early and no one was there yet. After a drink, I went back to the coffee house and ran into an old friend. This guy is a total natural! He’s sort of goofy, but he gets the girls. As a matter of fact, his current girlfriend is Maxim magazine’s #77 of the top 100 hottest babes in the world. He works as a set designer and art director in the movie biz and he meets all the good ones. I’m going to have to roll with him more often!

He knows that I’ve always had trouble meeting women and I told him about MM and the other stuff I’m reading (don’t worry Mojo, I didn’t tell him about “fight club” but I think he‘d be a great asset) he’s interested and said he’d wing me and offer pointers (cool that!). But, he couldn’t hang around tonight. So, I’m rolling alone again.

I’ve got another friend that’s a pro photographer. He hangs at the same coffee house. He took the pic of me playing guitar on my myspace page. That pic has gotten such a positive response that I asked him to take some more pics of me but I wanted them to be pics of me out doing things like parting in a nightclub. So, he and I hit the cellar. I don’t know why, but this stuff is easier with a wing.

Boys, when you can walk into a nightclub with your own photographer… women notice! Every woman in the bar had to come to my corner and see what was going on. Well, it didn’t take long for me to start asking them to get into the pics with me. ALL of them, 100% wanted in the photo. ALL of them wanted to know who I was. All of them wrapped their arms around me. And all of them wanted to talk to me. It didn’t matter that they had a BF or that they were there with some other AFC. I tried to game all of them, but my game is still pretty weak. Oh well… Rome wasn’t built in a day and I got some great pics. Baby steps…

Last set of the night: HB10 (or as close as we get to a 10 in Funky Town) sitting with an AFC. I just watched for a few. Then she looked at me with eyes that said “please come and save me from this.” How could I resist? I walked over and took a barstool next to AFC.

“Can I ask you guys a question?” AFC turned to me with a dull look on his face. He’d already had a few beers. I said “I’ve got this buddy that…” I used the routine about the GF getting drunk and making out with other chicks.

HB10: “I don’t think-”
Me: “I wasn’t asking you. I’ll get to you in a second. Wait your turn. Dude, is she always like this? How do you roll with her?”

AFC “Huh?” This was a funny set. He was so drunk that he couldn’t hold a conversation, but I was trying to talk to him and neg her. Finally I gave up.

Me: “Dude, you’re pretty out of it. I’m going to talk to your friend. So, how do you two know each other?”

HB10: “We really don’t. This is the first time we’ve been out together.”

Me: “Did he tell you that you’d be the designated driver?”

HB10: “No, he didn’t.” We talked a little more about the GF thing I opened with and then I did the mind reading trick. She picked 7 (I’ve done this about 10 times and they always pick 7) and was shocked when I guessed right. “What are you some kind of psychic or something?” She asked.

Me: “No, I just know women” It’s not lying, it’s flirting.

HB10: “Really, what else do you know about women?” I was feeling good now, I was on. I did the sexual predators routine and she ate it up. I got keno and accused her of being a predator. Then she helped me come up with a better story about my wrist involving a cute girl and a library bookshelf. It’s good but still needs some tweaking.

Me: “Listen, this has been fun, but I have to go. “ The truth was that I’d run out of things to say.

HB10 “Oh… Do you really?” Puppy dog eyes. I’d read about this in “The Game” but this was my first time seeing it. I didn’t want to ask for her number, I wanted it to be HER idea.

Me: “Yeah, but we’ll have to continue this sometime.”

HB10: “Do you want my phone number?” BINGO!!! I number closed her 2 feet away from her drunk date!

Things I should have done differently:

1. I should have isolated her for the mind reading bit
2 I should have done the keno test
3. I should have gone for the kiss close

Tonight’s goal: worship the 3 second rule and open at least 5 sets.