This happened on the month of December, 2006.
A good friend of mine and I decided to hit the bars in Downtown, hoping to have a good time and strike good conversation with beautiful women.
We entered a bar, and separated. I struck up a conversation with a decent looking gal who was leaning at the bar alone, sipping on her mixed drink --- totally oblivious to the world, it seems. Our conversation endured because we shared quite a few things in common.
I glanced away from her momentarily, when I saw my friend emerge from the crowded dance floor with two nice looking women. Brimming with confidence, I thought to myself, “This will be a very good night!”
Almost immediately, I noticed something wrong. The two females looked annoyed. They asked my friend, “Is this him?” He says, “Yeah, this is my friend!” And I chip in, “Hey, guys, everyone having a good time?”
This is when my so-called wingman spills the whole deal. Apparently, he asked the two girls to “help” us with our game, confessing to that we came to sarge (he even defined what that was for them) and that we were new to this. Her reiterated all of this to me, the two girls, and, basically, to everyone who was within earshot of his blabbering (including the girl who I was speaking to, originally).
I don’t know why he did it. I guess he felt that if he were more “honest” or whatever, we’d have a bigger chance of success.
That didn’t happen.
After a few chuckles, the two girls walked off, saying they had to use the ladies room (never came back), and the girl I was talking to moved on, as well.
What about everyone else?
A good friend of mine and I decided to hit the bars in Downtown, hoping to have a good time and strike good conversation with beautiful women.
We entered a bar, and separated. I struck up a conversation with a decent looking gal who was leaning at the bar alone, sipping on her mixed drink --- totally oblivious to the world, it seems. Our conversation endured because we shared quite a few things in common.
I glanced away from her momentarily, when I saw my friend emerge from the crowded dance floor with two nice looking women. Brimming with confidence, I thought to myself, “This will be a very good night!”
Almost immediately, I noticed something wrong. The two females looked annoyed. They asked my friend, “Is this him?” He says, “Yeah, this is my friend!” And I chip in, “Hey, guys, everyone having a good time?”
This is when my so-called wingman spills the whole deal. Apparently, he asked the two girls to “help” us with our game, confessing to that we came to sarge (he even defined what that was for them) and that we were new to this. Her reiterated all of this to me, the two girls, and, basically, to everyone who was within earshot of his blabbering (including the girl who I was speaking to, originally).
I don’t know why he did it. I guess he felt that if he were more “honest” or whatever, we’d have a bigger chance of success.
That didn’t happen.
After a few chuckles, the two girls walked off, saying they had to use the ladies room (never came back), and the girl I was talking to moved on, as well.
What about everyone else?