I bumped into a guy going to a party and he told me where it was. It was on.
First thing I did when I arrived was open a set. They were friendly, but not that interesting so I ejected (unfortunately, this would go for most of the people at the party). After boring set after boring set, I finally found one worth talking to.
Good Set #1:
It was four guys and one girl (HB7). After talking to them for a minute one of the guys, the “leader” of the set, recognized me. We went to the same high school and my social proof went through the roof with the group. From that point on, the HB7 would “accidentally” touch my ass. I returned the kino, but didn’t think to grab her ass as well. After awhile, I got her number. I talked with them some more and ejected.
On my way to a different set, I bumped into a really cute white girl (HB 8). After talking to her for a bit, I got her number.
Good Set #2:
After swimming through more unimpressive people, I found a second good set. This one was ripe with hot girls (and guys trying to hit on them). There were three hot girls in his set a black girl (HB 7.5, prettiest black girl I’ve ever seen), a white girl (HB 7), and an Asian (HB 8). All of which were being hit on by a different guy, sometimes more than one guy. I was not afraid.
I first made friends with all the guys (two of which were part of one of the boring sets from earlier). It turned out that one of the guys was the “security guard” for the girls. I have several issues with guys doing this (they are tooling themselves), but I told him he was doing a very noble thing and I respected him. My job was to get him to like me, not make him a better person.
Initially, I had not selected a target. I was firing love in every direction. I wanted all the girls to like me a little bit so they wouldn’t cockblock me. One of the other guys, in a desperate attempt to compliment the Asian, told her she looked like Tila Tequila. He was right and I hate Tila Tequila. That bought the Asian down to a 7, making the black girl my target.
It was obvious that the other guys were no real competition, especially since they would stop what they were doing (telling a story or whatever) so I could get HB7.5’s number. One of them even vocalized it. “Hey, finish giving him your number first. Then I’ll tell you my story.” Having people like you is wonderful.
The interaction was going well, but it was typical for me. I’d get a girl into me and get her number and she’d be added to the ridiculously long list of women I needed to form day 2’s with (and thus I’d never get to her). Granted, the girls I was number closing were getting hotter and hotter, but I needed to turn it up a notch. I decided to try something I had never done before: getting a girl to leave a venue with me, a real isolation.
I have isolated girls before, but all these isolations were within the same venue. I’d just take her to a darker place where there less people. This time, I wanted to take a girl out of the venue.
“Hey, is it all right if I talk to HB7.5 in the hall for a little bit? We’ll be right back.”
Everyone agreed to let us go. I took her out into the hall and tried to go for a kiss. She told me we had just met and thus didn’t want to kiss me. I gave her a kiss on the cheek instead and we went back inside. The kiss-close failed, but I still felt like a hero.
Back inside, I continued talking to her and the rest of the group as if nothing had happened. We will be seeing each other again.
And that raps up the night.
Totals for the night:
- First real isolation
- Three number closes
- Many Facebook closes
- Gave one kiss (on the cheek)
Not bad considering that I hadn’t been able to game for almost the whole month of December and half of January.
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