Lord Shinra
Senior Don Juan
I decided to keep a journal thread hear about field reports. It would be awesome to get some advice/comments/critiques about my methods. I always am into learning.
Field Report November 15/16.
I arrived at a local bar/club at about 9:30 tonight with my wing. We walked in, and literally, not much there. I saw maybe 2 approachable sets, the rest were old ladies with older gentlemen.
So we got our beers and talked. We were trying to decide which set was better, because they were sitting right next to one another, so it wouldn't look good approaching that way.
Anyway, I went outside for a smoke, and called my other friend to just shoot the breeze and ask some questions. I see one of the HB8 out there too, smoking, and she was looking at me, and when I looked at her she looked away. Once I finished my phone convo, I put the phone away and walked up to her
LS: Hey, whats your name?
HB8: Hi, I'm HB8
LS: I'm Lord S, nice to meet you
*shake hands*
LS: Wow, I like the grip.
HB8: Thanks, I like your jacket
HB8: blah blah blah where do you work?
LS: blahblahblah
HB8: Ohhh fascinating. Do you work a lot?
LS: Yeah, sometimes, it all depends. I like getting time in to play my guitar
HB8: You play guitar?
LS: Yeah, do you?
HB8: I wish
At this point she started shivering out of nowhere
LS: HAHAHA, do I make you nervous?
HB8: *blushing* No its just cold out
LS: Thats the first time I've been called "cold out"
HB8: *laughter eruption*
LS: Lets go inside, I need my beer
HB8: OK!
So we go inside, and sit down, my wing is there, waiting, so she sits down, and I stay standing next to her (I'm not a good sitter)
LS: This is my wing
Wing: Nice to meet you
HB8: Nice to meet you
HB8: So tell me Lord S, do you come here often?
LS: Nah, this place blows (said it halfway sarcastic. I kinda thought so, but I didnt wanna neg the mood)
After a few minutes of chit chat, her friend shows up, a HB8 lookwise, but personality wise down to HB-34, whispers into her ear, and blocks me. My wing tries to help me out, but she capped his ass and that was it. She ended up leaving, without me getting the # due to the friend, but I got close. What killed me were the neg hits I nailed her with to defend my wing.
There was nothing left there, so we hit another bar.
We walk in, its sausage fest 07. The ratio was horrendous, but we found a set to approach.
My wing opens the set, so he goes through the formalities yada yada, however, these HB6 and HB6.5 were not interested, and clammed up. I tried to open the other one up, in hopes of isolating one so he could open the other, but they basically ignored us.
We went outside, and we saw some other guy working a grenade and a HB8.5 outside. We open into the set also, and proceeded to make them laugh and open up in convo etc. We goo inside, and proceed to continue talking with them. The other guy goes to buy the girls drinks, and I work the grenade while my wing works the HB8.5
It was going well, so we talked some strategy. In the end, the HB8.5 dissapeared, and the grenade rejected my kino, so I didnt bother #c. I know when I'm beat.
All in all, though we didnt #close, I'm happy that we approached, kept the convos and pretty much AMOG'd some people out of the way, but I didn't get the feeling. Plus, they lived way too far to even pull a booty call.
Next outing is on Saturday.
Field Report November 15/16.
I arrived at a local bar/club at about 9:30 tonight with my wing. We walked in, and literally, not much there. I saw maybe 2 approachable sets, the rest were old ladies with older gentlemen.
So we got our beers and talked. We were trying to decide which set was better, because they were sitting right next to one another, so it wouldn't look good approaching that way.
Anyway, I went outside for a smoke, and called my other friend to just shoot the breeze and ask some questions. I see one of the HB8 out there too, smoking, and she was looking at me, and when I looked at her she looked away. Once I finished my phone convo, I put the phone away and walked up to her
LS: Hey, whats your name?
HB8: Hi, I'm HB8
LS: I'm Lord S, nice to meet you
*shake hands*
LS: Wow, I like the grip.
HB8: Thanks, I like your jacket
HB8: blah blah blah where do you work?
LS: blahblahblah
HB8: Ohhh fascinating. Do you work a lot?
LS: Yeah, sometimes, it all depends. I like getting time in to play my guitar
HB8: You play guitar?
LS: Yeah, do you?
HB8: I wish
At this point she started shivering out of nowhere
LS: HAHAHA, do I make you nervous?
HB8: *blushing* No its just cold out
LS: Thats the first time I've been called "cold out"
HB8: *laughter eruption*
LS: Lets go inside, I need my beer
HB8: OK!
So we go inside, and sit down, my wing is there, waiting, so she sits down, and I stay standing next to her (I'm not a good sitter)
LS: This is my wing
Wing: Nice to meet you
HB8: Nice to meet you
HB8: So tell me Lord S, do you come here often?
LS: Nah, this place blows (said it halfway sarcastic. I kinda thought so, but I didnt wanna neg the mood)
After a few minutes of chit chat, her friend shows up, a HB8 lookwise, but personality wise down to HB-34, whispers into her ear, and blocks me. My wing tries to help me out, but she capped his ass and that was it. She ended up leaving, without me getting the # due to the friend, but I got close. What killed me were the neg hits I nailed her with to defend my wing.
There was nothing left there, so we hit another bar.
We walk in, its sausage fest 07. The ratio was horrendous, but we found a set to approach.
My wing opens the set, so he goes through the formalities yada yada, however, these HB6 and HB6.5 were not interested, and clammed up. I tried to open the other one up, in hopes of isolating one so he could open the other, but they basically ignored us.
We went outside, and we saw some other guy working a grenade and a HB8.5 outside. We open into the set also, and proceeded to make them laugh and open up in convo etc. We goo inside, and proceed to continue talking with them. The other guy goes to buy the girls drinks, and I work the grenade while my wing works the HB8.5
It was going well, so we talked some strategy. In the end, the HB8.5 dissapeared, and the grenade rejected my kino, so I didnt bother #c. I know when I'm beat.
All in all, though we didnt #close, I'm happy that we approached, kept the convos and pretty much AMOG'd some people out of the way, but I didn't get the feeling. Plus, they lived way too far to even pull a booty call.
Next outing is on Saturday.