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Master Don Juan
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- May 8, 2003
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Well, I still suck at the bar scene but it was fun to go out. Lots of people walking around downtown, good hot dog/sausages being grilled by sidewalk vendors, some OK live music (far from great, I'm selective in that area), and some decent (not great) women.
First bar I went to said sports bar so I went in (I love sports). It was more of a hippie bar with a jam band playing really long Grateful Dead songs and people dancing real poorly. Talked basketball with a guy, not many people there at first, about 25 guys, 6 women (typical Northwest ratio). After my fine-tasting microbrew, I headed another place.
This was full of more age appropriate stuff, small-talked a little with some women, but nothing special and no one I was interested in. A bunch of Nebraskans took over the bar and they were playing the Nebraska fight song. Most of the women looked hagged out and out of shape ... but thinking they were cool (another Northwest trait). Tons of people, but you could find better women in a coffee shop to be honest.
Talked basketball again as I ran into the assistant hoop coach at the university in which I work ... maybe I just should've gotten together with guys and talked hoop.
Went to another place, kind of a dive, nothing great. Nothing happened.
Went back to the initial bar and it had picked up significantly. I didn't find the women that impressive ... man this board has altered my thinking. I'm just not into overly tatooed (or any tatooes) women, who where mid-rifs and shouldn't be wearing mid-rifs, and who think their sh-t doesn't stink. Another amazing thing that was prevelant: The constant AFCing of men in bars. Women TOTALLY call the shots and these AFCs are clamoring for women I wouldn't even think asking out. Slu-ty, cheap, too much make-up, and out of shape are not qualities I'm looking for.
Chatted up a waitress whom I actually advised on campus, luckily I wasn't drunk and didn't make an a$$ out of myself.
FINALLY saw a great woman near the end of the night who intrigued me. Half-black gal who dressed classy even in jeans and didn't load on the make-up. Had a small opportunity to meet her as her friend got drinks, but didn't move on it. Still out of practice. She carried herself well, nice smile, posture, good clothes, nice hair ... and all the dumb honkeys in the Northwest are zeroing in on the cheap white sl-ts. Morons.
Also, tired of stupid white women getting in touch with their inner lesbo as they grab their equally ugly white friend to go dancing on the dance floor. And even when guys ask them to dance, they look for women to dance with? WTF? Be a WOMAN please. No wonder guys don't ask women to dance anymore, they're all dumb dykes.
No digits, pickups, or anything. Only one gal looked good to me to be honest. Yeah, there was eye candy out there, but I'm looking for class -- that would be 10 out of 100 American women.
But it was great to survey the scene. Would've done better with a wingman.
* Player Supreme's eye contact game works, though I obviously didn't get as far as him, but I didn't back down first on eye contact all night and got some nice smiles. Again, that post should be in the DJ Bible.
** Got a pretty good buzz on that I couldn't shake, and I didn't even drink that much. Ate food, waited, then decided to drive home -- luckily I don't live far and I was in driving shape. Freakin' cops ALL over, I took obscure back streets home and I STILL saw a cop. Lucikly I was OK. Like I said, I needed a wingman.
First bar I went to said sports bar so I went in (I love sports). It was more of a hippie bar with a jam band playing really long Grateful Dead songs and people dancing real poorly. Talked basketball with a guy, not many people there at first, about 25 guys, 6 women (typical Northwest ratio). After my fine-tasting microbrew, I headed another place.
This was full of more age appropriate stuff, small-talked a little with some women, but nothing special and no one I was interested in. A bunch of Nebraskans took over the bar and they were playing the Nebraska fight song. Most of the women looked hagged out and out of shape ... but thinking they were cool (another Northwest trait). Tons of people, but you could find better women in a coffee shop to be honest.
Talked basketball again as I ran into the assistant hoop coach at the university in which I work ... maybe I just should've gotten together with guys and talked hoop.
Went to another place, kind of a dive, nothing great. Nothing happened.
Went back to the initial bar and it had picked up significantly. I didn't find the women that impressive ... man this board has altered my thinking. I'm just not into overly tatooed (or any tatooes) women, who where mid-rifs and shouldn't be wearing mid-rifs, and who think their sh-t doesn't stink. Another amazing thing that was prevelant: The constant AFCing of men in bars. Women TOTALLY call the shots and these AFCs are clamoring for women I wouldn't even think asking out. Slu-ty, cheap, too much make-up, and out of shape are not qualities I'm looking for.
Chatted up a waitress whom I actually advised on campus, luckily I wasn't drunk and didn't make an a$$ out of myself.
FINALLY saw a great woman near the end of the night who intrigued me. Half-black gal who dressed classy even in jeans and didn't load on the make-up. Had a small opportunity to meet her as her friend got drinks, but didn't move on it. Still out of practice. She carried herself well, nice smile, posture, good clothes, nice hair ... and all the dumb honkeys in the Northwest are zeroing in on the cheap white sl-ts. Morons.
Also, tired of stupid white women getting in touch with their inner lesbo as they grab their equally ugly white friend to go dancing on the dance floor. And even when guys ask them to dance, they look for women to dance with? WTF? Be a WOMAN please. No wonder guys don't ask women to dance anymore, they're all dumb dykes.
No digits, pickups, or anything. Only one gal looked good to me to be honest. Yeah, there was eye candy out there, but I'm looking for class -- that would be 10 out of 100 American women.
But it was great to survey the scene. Would've done better with a wingman.
* Player Supreme's eye contact game works, though I obviously didn't get as far as him, but I didn't back down first on eye contact all night and got some nice smiles. Again, that post should be in the DJ Bible.
** Got a pretty good buzz on that I couldn't shake, and I didn't even drink that much. Ate food, waited, then decided to drive home -- luckily I don't live far and I was in driving shape. Freakin' cops ALL over, I took obscure back streets home and I STILL saw a cop. Lucikly I was OK. Like I said, I needed a wingman.