The Nice Guy is Gone
Senior Don Juan
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Wel, I went out tonight, in a shirt I bought today--it wasn't exactly what I wanted, but it was the best I could do in a small town. Basically, I was wearing black jeans, a black belt, black shoes, and a white shirt with blue print (no text on it, just some kind of pictures)--a pattern--and my leather jacket.
The first place I went to, I intended on approaching every table there, but there weren't that many people there, so I decided to go ahead and sit at the bar, and just talk to people as they came up--I've found, that for me--this is an excellent way to break the shyness barrier. So, I get my drink, and the bartender and I are giving each other massive ec, but after tonight, I think she just knows how the signals work--so yeah. I was going to attempt her number just before I left--didn't have a chance, but I can work on her for a while, and we'll see how that pans out as she is my age.
I met several people there, only one of which actually sat down and engaged in conversation with me, and it was a guy--but good social proof.
I chatted with one girl, who I knew was with someone, but that didn't stop me, just didn't number close. The two things I as least try not to do is c**kblock, or steal another guy's chic, whetehr friend or not. So, the first place I went to, no number closes at all.
I left that place at midnight, and went to my bar (the one I frequent). As I walked in, I noticed a hb group sitting at the bar, but as I know some people that frequent this bar, I played this one good, I think. First, I went to the bartender (he is one I know), asked him to put my jacket behind the bar and ordered my drink. I realized someone that I have met there was shooting pool. Of the girls I noticed sitting at the bar when I walked in, one had already given me two eye contacts, but I waasn't through with my business of discussing things with my friend of whom I had met earlier.
So, I chat with her a minute, work my way back to the bar, establish ec and a smile once again, no hesitation, approach this chic, and as best I remember:
me: Hey
hb: hey
me: What's your name anyway
hb: (gives name)
me: (my name)
It's just fluff for a bit, but I neg on her a couple of times, and the age talk went something like this
me: how old are you anyway
hb: (gives age) what about you?
me: I'm not telilng you that yet
hb: she guesses (and I signal up or down, depending on her guess) (she never gets it right)
me: I'll tell you later, if you're lucky
hb: I want to know now
me: You're just gonna have to wait to find out
we fluff a little more
she has obvious IOI's; after a little more fluff
me: hey, where'd you get that ring
hb: blah blah (that's not important anyway)
me: (I take her hand, and lightly caress the palm of her hand as I'm looking at the ring) I don't remember what I said, but the convo went on for a bit
During the convo, her friends came up (she was in a set, and I isolated her immediately; her friends tried to c**kblock me, but she wasn't having any of that (IOI); she also had to make a phone call to check something for someone, and she said
hb: hold on a sec
me: only if it's not too long
she gets off the phone rather quickly.
Also, during the convo, she pats my leg a couple of times, so towards the end of the convo:
me: I gotta jet, hey (bartender's name)
bt: Yeah
me: close me out
hb: well, I'll probably see you again
me: Well, let me get your number, because I don't know where I'm gonna be from one day to the next
hb: okay, it's
me: hang on a min (I get it to the right spot in the phone, and she puts her number in (haven't tested it yet)
bt: tells me my total and the policy; I tell him I'll pay cash
hb: It was nice meeting you (my name), call me
me: grab her hand pull her to hug me--I would have gone for the kiss, but I would have gotten a mouthful of hair--in other words, I was denied the kiss--rather passively--and that stinks
me: I'll see ya
bt: Take it easy, here's your jacket
me: alright, have a good one
Well, I think this girl has interest, but only time will tell. But, I am getting out in the field, and practicing on things I have learned both by reading and by being in the filed. I abolutely love it. Any thoughts, critique, advice, constructive criticism. Help a fellow wannabe dj out.
The first place I went to, I intended on approaching every table there, but there weren't that many people there, so I decided to go ahead and sit at the bar, and just talk to people as they came up--I've found, that for me--this is an excellent way to break the shyness barrier. So, I get my drink, and the bartender and I are giving each other massive ec, but after tonight, I think she just knows how the signals work--so yeah. I was going to attempt her number just before I left--didn't have a chance, but I can work on her for a while, and we'll see how that pans out as she is my age.
I met several people there, only one of which actually sat down and engaged in conversation with me, and it was a guy--but good social proof.
I chatted with one girl, who I knew was with someone, but that didn't stop me, just didn't number close. The two things I as least try not to do is c**kblock, or steal another guy's chic, whetehr friend or not. So, the first place I went to, no number closes at all.
I left that place at midnight, and went to my bar (the one I frequent). As I walked in, I noticed a hb group sitting at the bar, but as I know some people that frequent this bar, I played this one good, I think. First, I went to the bartender (he is one I know), asked him to put my jacket behind the bar and ordered my drink. I realized someone that I have met there was shooting pool. Of the girls I noticed sitting at the bar when I walked in, one had already given me two eye contacts, but I waasn't through with my business of discussing things with my friend of whom I had met earlier.
So, I chat with her a minute, work my way back to the bar, establish ec and a smile once again, no hesitation, approach this chic, and as best I remember:
me: Hey
hb: hey
me: What's your name anyway
hb: (gives name)
me: (my name)
It's just fluff for a bit, but I neg on her a couple of times, and the age talk went something like this
me: how old are you anyway
hb: (gives age) what about you?
me: I'm not telilng you that yet
hb: she guesses (and I signal up or down, depending on her guess) (she never gets it right)
me: I'll tell you later, if you're lucky
hb: I want to know now
me: You're just gonna have to wait to find out
we fluff a little more
she has obvious IOI's; after a little more fluff
me: hey, where'd you get that ring
hb: blah blah (that's not important anyway)
me: (I take her hand, and lightly caress the palm of her hand as I'm looking at the ring) I don't remember what I said, but the convo went on for a bit
During the convo, her friends came up (she was in a set, and I isolated her immediately; her friends tried to c**kblock me, but she wasn't having any of that (IOI); she also had to make a phone call to check something for someone, and she said
hb: hold on a sec
me: only if it's not too long
she gets off the phone rather quickly.
Also, during the convo, she pats my leg a couple of times, so towards the end of the convo:
me: I gotta jet, hey (bartender's name)
bt: Yeah
me: close me out
hb: well, I'll probably see you again
me: Well, let me get your number, because I don't know where I'm gonna be from one day to the next
hb: okay, it's
me: hang on a min (I get it to the right spot in the phone, and she puts her number in (haven't tested it yet)
bt: tells me my total and the policy; I tell him I'll pay cash
hb: It was nice meeting you (my name), call me
me: grab her hand pull her to hug me--I would have gone for the kiss, but I would have gotten a mouthful of hair--in other words, I was denied the kiss--rather passively--and that stinks
me: I'll see ya
bt: Take it easy, here's your jacket
me: alright, have a good one
Well, I think this girl has interest, but only time will tell. But, I am getting out in the field, and practicing on things I have learned both by reading and by being in the filed. I abolutely love it. Any thoughts, critique, advice, constructive criticism. Help a fellow wannabe dj out.