Stop asking so many goddamn questions. Questions are weak. It is a request for information from another person... it lowers your status every time you ask something. Notice how you dont ask for a #, or a name, you just do your thing and wait untill it is provided to you? This applies to ALL THINGS!
I want you to think about your average approach/conversation with a HB that makes you nervous and compare it to this approach I pulled last night:
I saw a 5 set quietly sitting in the corner of the bar, and the older guy I had been smoking with took an interest in an 8 standing on the edge of the group. I told him I liked the girl in the middle, and he opened his girl and the other 3 by her by saying "Hey there, you walflowers look like you need some adventure!" They werent interested in him, but he just kept talking high energy, distracting the girls. I litterally stepped through the group so I could lean against the wall and relax, turning to HB8.5:
Anth - Hey, hand me a napkin (she does, and I wipe my brow with it) Thanks, Im dying in here! I knew it was going to be warm, so I wore all lightweight linen, but Im still roasting!
HB8.5 - I know, its hot as hell!
Anth - The sad thing is, the radio adds for this bar make it a point to mention the air conditioning
HB8.5 - What airconditioning?
Anth - EXACTLY! (I look around, its a biker bar, I point to some guy in leather) thank god its early, in this heat, those bikers'll be smelling pretty funky by four oclock!
HB8.5 (laughs and points at a different, really fat sweaty biker) - I think hes got a head start
Anth - Ohhh so your a people watcher?
HB8.5 - Of course! What else is there to do at the cocodile (Bar)?
Anth - Well, who have you had your eye on?
HB8.5 - Well that girl over there is hammered, Ive been waitin for her to do something crazy for ten minutes now
Anth - Hrmmm, yeah, and shes trying way to hard with that guy.
HB8.5 - Yeah, she just emulates slut... look what shes wearing!
Anth - Fashion advice, from a girl wearing a cute shirt from the 80's?
HB8.5 - What!?
Anth - Honey (trying to matt down her sleeves), if there was a strong breeze, you could float away in that thing!
HB8.5 (looks me right in the eye, reading me) - To be honest, I didnt expect men to be looking at my sleeves (she was only 5'4 and thin but had a C cup, tons of clevage thru the shirt)
Anth (I trace her shoulder/sleeve with my hand) - Well we could talk fashion for the rest of the night, but Id rather not
HB8.5 - Your right... so what do you do?
Anth - Well thats a cop-out of a get to know ya question if ive ever heard one! Cmon, ask me somthin fun!
HB8.5 (confused) - Ok, uh, have you ever climbed a mountain?
Anth - Thats even worse... its just a yes or no question! Ask me somethin open ended that I can really explore!
HB8.5 - Ok, hrm, how about this: if you were a woman for a day, what would you do!
I thought for a minute and then monologued for 5 minutes about the most relaxing, pampering afternoon, a fun shopping trip and a wild night at a bar, much like the one she and I were standing in. All the wile the old guy had gotten blown out of his set, but not before he had dragged the girls from my target to the bar for shots. Props to Gary Action, Buffalo, NY. She really liked my answer, her friends seemed to be getting ancy, I saw that she too was restless to leave with her friends, so after some chit chat about my answer, health spas, little black dresses, and wild barnights I simply told her I had alot of fun, and we should talk again soon. She agreed, I raised my eyebrows slightly, prompting her to speak. She offered her # and I handed her my cell.
I asked her for a napkin. Forcefully. Thats it. And it was a pretty fvcking full conversation for a biker bar, wouldnt you say? The entire time she was asking me questions and chasing after my attension... instead of the other way around.