Alright so here's a little story that describes the position I'm in...
11 girls. 4 guys. Alot of alcohol.
I'm having a great time. Three of my buddies and I are sitting around getting ready to go watch the ufc fight at the bar last night. As we were about to leave we got a phone call saying it was effin packed and there were no seats. So I throw out the idea, let's just call up a couple girls and throw down some beer pong here. Well, a couple texts and phone calls later, I've got, no joke, 14 girls headed over. 10 actually showed up and the 11th girl was my buddies girlfriend. So right off the bat I'm feeling pretty ****y about the whole situation. I mean c'mon it's hard not too.
So everyone starts rolling through. I've had about 3 beers. I've only met a couple of these girls. They were mainly friends of friends. So I'm approaching all of them, getting names, poking fun, holding handshakes.
"you probably couldn't handle this" to an HB8 who wanted to a beer bong
"i only roll with champs" to an HB7.5 who wanted to be my beer pong partner
Beer pong continues. Estrogen is everywhere. I make a great connection with an HB6 and actually threw out a couple neg hits. The first one went well, but her body language closed off after I said the next one.
I pulled an HB8.5 to the side and made fun of her for being the only one in the house with a coat on. She laughed and while holding eye contact I asked a couple other questions. I made fun of her again and noticed myself sounding really ****y, therefore I looked away. So immediately she walked away.
I'm pretty sure two or three girls got together and started talking about how ****y and rude I was. I tried not to let it get to me. I tried to stay focused on getting more social proof for the HB9 I had my eye on.
I got interrupted by a group who needed an extra person for flip cup. I joined in. Standing next to an HB8, I made fun of her for flipping over the cups like a girl. She made fun of me in return and we had some really fun eye contact going. But right in the middle of my next ****Y comment, she turned to two other girls and said "he's so rude!" And one of the girls standing there was the HB9 I had my eye on.
At this point I'm getting pretty self concious of my actions. Drinking more and more trying to get a hold of things, but clearly drinking isn't the answer.
My eye contact becomes very ****y as I'm thinking "screw you b1tches I'm the man". Feeling like the group was just going to **** block me all together I start holding my head high and literally taking ALL the FUNNY out of ****y and Funny. My guy friends noticed it. I noticed it. By this point all 11 girls were sure I was a ****y azzhole. My smile wasn't authentic anymore. My thoughts all kinds of distorted. And I basically had given up on trying to save the situation or going in for any closes.
It got late and as everyone is heading out I'm talking to the hb8 who said "he's so rude". I KEPT poking fun at her like I was destined to kill all of her self esteem. She still had a smile on her face so I went ahead and got her number. I probably won't call her.
I hung out drinking with 10 women for three hours and managed to get ONE number other than the ones I had. Suck me sideways I must take a new approach. What does a don juan do to keep it light hearted and fun. How does one involve more funny into the ****y and funny? Being ****y with just a smile wasn't doing much justice. Where does one draw the line in being ****y and being confident?
11 girls. 4 guys. Alot of alcohol.
I'm having a great time. Three of my buddies and I are sitting around getting ready to go watch the ufc fight at the bar last night. As we were about to leave we got a phone call saying it was effin packed and there were no seats. So I throw out the idea, let's just call up a couple girls and throw down some beer pong here. Well, a couple texts and phone calls later, I've got, no joke, 14 girls headed over. 10 actually showed up and the 11th girl was my buddies girlfriend. So right off the bat I'm feeling pretty ****y about the whole situation. I mean c'mon it's hard not too.
So everyone starts rolling through. I've had about 3 beers. I've only met a couple of these girls. They were mainly friends of friends. So I'm approaching all of them, getting names, poking fun, holding handshakes.
"you probably couldn't handle this" to an HB8 who wanted to a beer bong
"i only roll with champs" to an HB7.5 who wanted to be my beer pong partner
Beer pong continues. Estrogen is everywhere. I make a great connection with an HB6 and actually threw out a couple neg hits. The first one went well, but her body language closed off after I said the next one.
I pulled an HB8.5 to the side and made fun of her for being the only one in the house with a coat on. She laughed and while holding eye contact I asked a couple other questions. I made fun of her again and noticed myself sounding really ****y, therefore I looked away. So immediately she walked away.
I'm pretty sure two or three girls got together and started talking about how ****y and rude I was. I tried not to let it get to me. I tried to stay focused on getting more social proof for the HB9 I had my eye on.
I got interrupted by a group who needed an extra person for flip cup. I joined in. Standing next to an HB8, I made fun of her for flipping over the cups like a girl. She made fun of me in return and we had some really fun eye contact going. But right in the middle of my next ****Y comment, she turned to two other girls and said "he's so rude!" And one of the girls standing there was the HB9 I had my eye on.
At this point I'm getting pretty self concious of my actions. Drinking more and more trying to get a hold of things, but clearly drinking isn't the answer.
My eye contact becomes very ****y as I'm thinking "screw you b1tches I'm the man". Feeling like the group was just going to **** block me all together I start holding my head high and literally taking ALL the FUNNY out of ****y and Funny. My guy friends noticed it. I noticed it. By this point all 11 girls were sure I was a ****y azzhole. My smile wasn't authentic anymore. My thoughts all kinds of distorted. And I basically had given up on trying to save the situation or going in for any closes.
It got late and as everyone is heading out I'm talking to the hb8 who said "he's so rude". I KEPT poking fun at her like I was destined to kill all of her self esteem. She still had a smile on her face so I went ahead and got her number. I probably won't call her.
I hung out drinking with 10 women for three hours and managed to get ONE number other than the ones I had. Suck me sideways I must take a new approach. What does a don juan do to keep it light hearted and fun. How does one involve more funny into the ****y and funny? Being ****y with just a smile wasn't doing much justice. Where does one draw the line in being ****y and being confident?
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