So now, removed from a live-in girlfriend, I am out on the game again. I have a wingman, who could use some improvement in his own game, but his lack thereof I find actually boosts my game, and I'll talk about why below.
I'm in my mid 20s, I have an overbite and bad posture, but I have personality and style to make up. We should all have personality. As for style, I change up a bit depending on where I am going. For example, when my band plays, I want to attract woman into our kind of music, when I am out with career-minded friends or in a more mature atmosphere, my style is much tamer, ironed out, and tucked in. I'm somewhat overweight (but muscly), but have found this to be an advantage over 6 years ago when I was scrawny, even though I had more muscle definition then, because I am shorter than most of my friends, and on first impression the size-difference is offset in a woman's eyes when she sees I am of similar mass to the men or man I associate with. I am very open about taboo subjects, easily excited, and quickly draw attention to myself.
My wingman, Roger, is a tall, chiseled adonis of a man. His game is rather weak, he has low self-confidence, but he is exactly what woman look for physically. He is also the guitarist in my band. He smiles on cue (when I tell a joke) dresses fashionably, keeps woman interested, and his looks attract the shallower woman in a group while my flare attracts a different one. This seems to work because we never go for the same girl at the same time, and when we've both attracted the same girl, we've slept with her at different times. In fact, I think that if his game was any better, I wouldn't be able to use him as a wingman, because he'd be taking my sets along with the ones he naturally acquires.
So I'll start this approach journal on my abbreviated saturday night. Friday I got a bit too drunk to really remember all the details, and getting wasted is no good for your game anyway.
Roger and I stroll into one of the more happening bars downtown from where our band practices. We're dressed like we would have been if we had just played a show. Black band t-shirts, narrow jeans (not tight). We both have gauged ears and lots of tattoos. I was wearing my new favorite jacket, a dark blue/gray waxed denim jacket. We make out way past the bouncer and I instantly spotted a gorgeous blonde at the bar, she was probably a high 8 or 9. About to approach when two buddies of ours call out from the other way. She hasn't seen me yet so I go shake their hands with Roger and we ask how the scene is. They tell us there aren't any girls we know, but plenty of girls. Short conversation, return my attentions to the blonde. She was sitting next to a brunette. Another advantage is that I like lighter haired women, while Roger is attracted to brunettes. Perfect, I walk up, this is my opening.
(Bar is packed)
Me: Hey, do you mind if I slide in behind you so I can order some drinks?
Her: Sure go ahead.
Me: Roger what are you drinking?
Roger: Heineken bro.
Me (to the girls): Um real quick, what's your opinion on men who drink henekens?
(Girls laugh)
Blonde: Haha, well my mom drinks heinekens. That's a girl beer.
Now at this point, it's obvious that heinekens are not girl beers, but she is responding to my playfulness (teasing Roger) with her own, and this is a good sign for me to keep her engaged. I still haven't ordered our beers.
Me: I only drink Amstel, what are you drinking?
Blonde: I don't really drink, but tonight I'm having a vodka cranberry.
Me: Oh you don't drink? When I was in Italy hanging out with the Catholics, they never drank, just coffee, and a glass of wine with dinner, but they don't get drunk.
(Both girls burst out laughing. By the way most people where I am from are Catholic, so I use this to appeal to their sense of commonality)
Blonde and Brunette: We're Catholic school girls.
Me: Oh where? Roger and I are Catholics but we went to regular school.
Girls: (I forget where they said)
Roger: Never heard of that place.
Me: I heard of it, real good school. These girls are probably pretty smart. Let's get our beers before they outsmart us. (Then I ordered our beers. I stand there with money in my hand, offered to the bartender, but continue to talk to the girls. When I pushed in to order the beers, I tip her chair over a little, grabbing her shoulder along with the backrest softly to pretend she needed steadying. She didn't mind this touching.)
Blonde: So you went to Italy that's such a beautiful place.
Me: Why, you've been?
Both Girls: No..
Blonde: No just seen a lot of movies.
(Bartender takes my money, I look away from them and finish the transaction with him. As I look away, she puts her hand on mine, which is on her backrest still. I hand Roger his beer, slowly, holding it high, looking at it with a funny expression as though I'm embarassed to hand him a "girl beer" The girls giggle and we chat a bit longer, I still haven't seen who else is in the bar, so I want to get away from this girl even though she's fun, into my game, and gorgeous. I don't even smoke but I ask Roger for a butt, tell the girls we're gonna go for a smoke and that we'll see them around. My plan was to go back to them later on, but Roger ended up being enamoured with our next approach and the first two girls got fed up and bounced.)
We didn't even make it outside before we spotted our next attempts, but I don't like stutter stepping so when Roger wanted to stop I sort of dragged him out anyway (covertly of course).
Outside was all guys. We bull****ted with them a little bit, just to keep my blood flowing and my excitement level high. Soon as Roger was done with his cigarette we went in to the next group. Now, here was a group of about 6 girls, they were talking to only 2 guys, one of whom I kind of know but not really well. That left four girls for me and Roger. We split apart here, because the one I approached knew his ex-fiancee, and since his game is a little weak he couldn't talk with that distraction. I took the fiancee friend and turned her around, we talked one on one at first until her drunk friend stumbled over, Roger and his girl ended up leaving together later on, and really were non-factors for me the rest of the night.
Girl: Um, that's Roger. Your friend is my friends ex-fiancee.
Me: Oh you knew that girl? Yea haven't seen her in forever. Did you graduate with her?
Girl: Yea, we're best friends. (No you're not or I would have met you before)
Me: Oh, so that makes you too young to be in here (Smiling)
Girl: Shh! (grabbing my wrist and whispering) I have a good fake ID.
Me: Don't worry, I've been coming here since I was 18, I won't say anything.
(At this point her friend stumbles over. The first girl was about an 8, the friend was a 7, very drunk, almost falling down sloppy.)
Friend: (rambling incoherently, then falling on me, getting up) I rock!
Me: Yes you do, or maybe it's the floor, need help standing up?
First Girl: She's really drunk, ugh...did she spill her drink on you?
Friend: OMG! Did I? I'm so sorry..(looking at my jacket)
Me: No, I'm totally dry, like Ocean City.
(The friend, feeling embarassed, apologized and walked off into the crowd)
First Girl: You look familiar, are you in Roger's band?
Me: No, I'm an abolitionist.
First Girl: What? (She just didn't know what that meant, I repeated it again, but to no avail. I looked around for Roger and saw him sitting down with his girl, he was safe from this one's intervention so I just kind of lost interest in her and moved to another group.)
Me: An abolitionist. I fight slavery.
First Girl: Um there are no slaves any more.
Me: What are you talking about? I have some in my basement. (I took turns grabbing my wrists with my thumb and forefinger, smiling)
First Girl: What are you doing, let them go!
(Now here is where I left. I forget exactly how I got out of this conversation, but I kept it polite and short, and snuck out with some kind of excuse. This girl wasn't very interesting and I was starting to get a little buzzed.)
