Dallas PUA

Friday night I went to this party that was being held by this Dallas social society I am a member of. It was in a very swank location and the dress was semi-formal.

I hung out there for about an hour before the stuffiness of the party got to me.

I like to play dress up now and then but there were a bunch of new people there. It was hot in the venue so several chode guys were outside talking about what kind of car they drive, what they do for a living, how much money they make, etc. I tried to steer the conversation to something more entertaining but couldn't get the guys to break away from trying to impress each other.

I listened to all that I could and then text Sinn to find out if he was out and then handed my ticket stub to the valet. My car shows up and all of the guys turn and stare. One says, "Holy shit!". As I am walking to the car, a really hot girl steps off the curb in front of me to stop me and says "You are beautiful!" as she rubs her hand on my chest. I say thanks and step past her. F#$king $30,000 millionaires and gold diggers!

Moving has been wearing me out and I was pretty tired and probably should have just went home but I decided to meet Sinn out. He was at a pretty popular, casual bar which meant that I was going to be very over-dressed but I rolled anyway.

On the way I text my buddy Vodka and let him know where I was going. He was on a date and decided to bring his date there for a drink.

I show up and Sinn is in set with two girls but Vodka and his date were already there so I hang with them. His date was really fun and I was just enjoying hanging with them and wasn't looking to pick up girls or anything. I had just a couple of beers and then slammed an energy drink to wake up but was still pretty worn out.

I decide it was time to leave but had to piss first so I get in line to the bathroom. As I am in line, a really hot, tall, brunette walks by me and does a double take at me (sometimes it pays to be dressed up). I just smile at her and don't open her. She slows her pace and walks just a few feet away from me and stops and lingers. There was absolutely no reason for her to stop in that particular location so it was pretty obvious that she wanted me to talk to her.

However, for me to talk to her, I would have to sacrifice my place in line and walk over to her and due to the fullness of my bladder, that was not happening.

I continue to smile at her as we lock eyes.

She moves a couple of steps closer to me and still I make no attempt to talk to her but instead just keep smiling and staring into her eyes.

She comes a couple of steps closer. She is now close enough where I could open her if I wanted but decide I am going to keep playing this game.

We keep our eyes locked on each other for a very awkward amount of time. However, I don't look away and neither did she.

Finally, she decided she had had enough and opens me. Now, you would expect a really hot girl to know just exactly what to say in a situation like this, right? She has probably been opened several times a day every day of her life since she hit puberty. She has probably heard every pick up line imaginable. She has probably crushed countless guy's lame attempts at picking her up. She would know precisely the exact words to say to a man she wants, right?

"How 'bout them Cowboys?" was her insightful, inspiring opening line.

I tell her I don't know, I am a Packers fan but thanks for bringing it up and back turn her (Cowboys beat the Packers Thursday night). I think it left her speechless. I am not a huge sports fan but wanted her to continue chasing me.

She pauses for a moment and then steps around so that she is facing me again and just stands there expecting me to say something. I just continue to look at her until she says "Sorry, I was just trying to start conversation". I tell her "I know, no worries, I will come find you when I get back from the bathroom".

I find her later and introduce myself. I tease her about her sweater and then tell her I need to leave. She asks for my name and I tell her and then hand her a business card. I tell her she seems like she is fun and she should call me sometime. I then ask for her name, she tells me and we shake hands. I then pull her into me and give her a quick kiss on the lips and then turn away and leave.

Sunday night I get a text from her "Hi, we met @ X bar on Friday. Remember me? I was wondering if you would like to go out sometime"

Even hot girls don't always have game.

Women have no game at all!!! I've been in that situation so many times. She'll say something like "wow, you're tall." And I'm like "Uh... thinks?" LOL

Well played sir, well played. I need to go out with some of you guys sometime, sounds like a blast

Twitchy, I have similar situations happen to me all the time (usually without a K-close because it's day game) but they almost never contact me first. In fact, what usually seems to be the case is whatever attraction I had built disapates when I leave.

What do you think made her stay attracted to you after you left?

Westfall

Besides my good looks, wit and charm?

Not sure...but I believe that I come across as a well rounded, confident guy. I was dressed to the nine's.

If you met a woman of value and had her number, you would call right? Most likely the same way for women.

Alright, this is wierd cause this proximity shit just happened to me last night. Though, now that I think on it there may have been dozens of times before something like this happened without me noticing.

I was sitting in Barnes and Noble's cafe. My back is to the window and to my left is a rail that divides the cafe from the rest of the store. There are two tables on the other side. The one right across from me by a nice girl who I would never be interested in (porky) and the other by a three set. The Table in front of me is empty. There is an island with napkins and shit in front to my right and an empty table to the right of that.

Okay? I'm sitting there with my laptop open working on a chapter of a novel I'm writting. I'm minding my own business but I'm aware of whats around my. I'm dressed kind of lame, I tried to do something with a t-shirt and a dress shirt that I had pulled off the day before with different shirts but it didn't look as good. Also my hair was fucked up cause I'd been working earlier and had had to wear a hat.

Girl walks into the cafe and oders something. She then sits down at the table on the other side of the island but facing this way. She pulls out a small notebook and starts writting. I notice all of this and go back to my own writting. A minute later she gets up and walks over to the empty table in front of my, sits down facing my direction but with her face burried in the notebook she is writting in.

A switch goes off in my head. I can not see any reason for her to move except one. She wanted to be closer to me and wanted me to talk to her. I've asked a couple people who are unaware of the community about this and they actually came up with the same thoughts. I keep trying to think of another possible reason but nothing else really makes since to me.

Anyway, I get up to get something to drink and as I'm walking back to my seat I open her.

Me: Hey, What are you writting?
Her: A play.
Me: What, really? What about?

She starts telling me about her idea for a play about a waitress and how she is an English major. Hell yeah! I don't hover over her but I sit back down at my own table. We talk about English and career paths for a minute. She actually knew what ESL was. That was cool.

I ran out of things to say though. I'm opening more but I'm fizzling out. That is progress. When the store anounced there were ten minutes till close she got up to leave and said bye as she walked out the door.

Thinking back through this I've decided it was a mistake to sit down at my table. This was dumb because even though we are talking now there is this barrier of a table and a laptop between us. I should have sat down at hers. Or at least sat at my own for a second before moving to hers. I also should have asked her more about her writting and kept the conversation going. I had been wishing while we were there that I had some of my poems with me. I asked a different girl to read a poem of mine today just minutes after scribbling it out and got a really good responce. That was actually harder for me then approaching has been.

That kind of thing depends on the girl I think. There are some I know who don't like poems but to a girl whose into English and trying to write a play I think it would be a DHV. To one who isn't into that shit it might be a DLV. Than to and again, as a certain friend of mine might often say, if any of them were published it would be seen as an accomplishment to anyone which would be a DHV. I think. yes... fuck. Whatever.

Anyway, I screwed up by not commiting to a conversation but this was still a cool thing that happened because I could totally tell that she wanted me to open her.

Wesley.

dubya wrote:I ran out of things to say though. I'm opening more but I'm fizzling out. That is progress.

W, you're making decent progress. That's good. When you run out of things to say, and you can't think of anything put the awkwardness on the other person to talk--ask an open ended question and then vaccum her (credit: Zine). Just shut up, and look at her maintaining eye contact--she will feel compelled to talk more. Then make a statement about what she said.

What is your favorite piece of litature ever written and why?

That kind of thing depends on the girl I think. There are some I know who don't like poems but to a girl whose into English and trying to write a play I think it would be a DHV. To one who isn't into that shit it might be a DLV. Than to and again, as a certain friend of mine might often say, if any of them were published it would be seen as an accomplishment to anyone which would be a DHV. I think.

If she is into English it will be a DHV. If she is the type of girl that would consider it a DLV, why would you care what she thinks?--in fact, the frame you might want to have is, throw out you're English DHV--if she jumps though your hoop (Responding like it's a DHV) she might be a good girl for you, if she reacts like it's a DLV,you can screen her out because she doesn't meet your standards.

You and Malcom should come to the lair meeting in Dallas this weekend.

Westfall

Twitchy wrote:Friday night I went to this party that was being held by this Dallas social society I am a member of. It was in a very swank location and the dress was semi-formal.

please tell me that you're talking about the beautiful room... i need a good laugh.

and i mean that in the best way possible.

Westfall, I've already got Friday night and all day Saturday off. So I'm coming. I haven't had a chance yet to talk to Malcolm. Between finals and the 11000 cookie/brownie order nightmare at work I haven't had much free time since I last saw you. Good god, I hate cookies now. Can't sleep... cookies will eat me. ah ha ha ha.... fucking cookies.

I need a new job.

I'll probably see Malcolm tomorrow.


Um... Yeah, I like that. I'll do that. open end her... vacuum her out... shut it... Sounds kinky but I think I can do it.

2 girls followed me into Pac Sun yesterday...I noticed them checking me out as I went in.

The followed me in and opened with "Is this a shirt?" while pointing ot a shirt on a hanger.

Girls suck at pick up lines.

Westfall