I’m kinda playing catch up now with this blog so I’ll make this short so I can get up to date, awhile back I went Thursday night to an evening at “The Monte Claire” Nice original name there management well done. I’m there with JM, he’s a good bloke but seriously he needs some fashion style (Only swipe I’ll take at ya mate, you’re a good bloke though haha). We get up in there do a couple laps, don’t step straight away both making weak excuses “Too many people around, bag logistics” rah rah. We chill up stares having our ‘One beer for the night’ and on the enclosed balcony out comes dream girl in a polka dot green top with tight light blue denim hipsters rocking limp brown hair which still carried through because her face was angelically gorgeous. She's an 8.5 – 9. Didn’t step to her because because because…exactly and I missed out on her, even if it was rejection least I could have tried.
Three yellow promo girls step up saying buy some “Tequila” we use their attempt at salesmanship to begin working it for the night.
“Is that a piece of cheese or something?”
I say to the girl holding a yellow wrist band wrapped in plastic. That had her laughing and after that they leave after they realise they ain’t getting any money from us. JM goes and works the two sales girls and I head to the bar to go the sales bird by herself. I say
“Hey you work here, can’t you get us our drinks faster.”
Delivery was weak and it didn’t fly. JM later gets blown out too. Me and him are now dangerously going into ‘Holding up the wall’ mode. I go for two girls looking into a mobile phone seated on a sofa. I run my bit with whatever comes out my mouth and it’s not flying because it’s a new bit about panties and I’m stuttering through it like a dumb ass and I’m too much inside of my head. The 7 dressed up like an 8.5 is giving me the ‘ol eyebrow raise’ look of disgust but the 7 is genuinely conversing but can’t understand what the fuck I’m probably going on about because the wording is all coming out in goobledeegoupedblerrrrk. However I’m pushing on and I guess I passed fake8.5’s shittest because that look of disgust isn’t on her face anymore. I’m still fucking up and now here comes some big giant pink shirt wearing bloke. Big giant pink shirt wearing bloke I noticed out the side of my peripheral vision is just standing there straight faced leering over me, to my surprise though this actually made the situation more beneficial as I actually improved in speech to these girls. After the opener I chat with big giant pink shirt bloke thinking I’ll need to talk myself out of this situation, he’s actually friendly though it’s an aura of condescendingly patronising, he’s there by himself and I figure he has some good knowledge of game anyways I break out.
Later JM is going through his Asian desires again and see’s two hunnies. He opens and I hang back in the distance, he coaxes me over and I oblige I’m going okay and JM actually gets blown out and I have no interest in the girls nor meeting the guy friends who happen to be out with them. She tells me her name is
“Penny”
And I go “What penis?”
“Penny”
“Penis? That’s a funny name”
She laughs but I let it stale out and me and JM bail.
SHIT TO DO
-Approach more
-By the way when you see your apparent dream girl you make sure you go and chat to her
PLUSES
-Good on me for holding ground when giant bloke tried a stand over tactic
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