michelangelo
Don Juan
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Continued from part 1
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So I am left there with HB2. OK, no problem then actually, now I am ALONE with one HB, who so far has found me to be ever-so funny. We continue to chat, laugh and drink, sing a song together, etc. She is not by any means jumping my crotch, but she seems very happy to be in my company.
Eventually, HB1 comes back over, visibly disturbed from her “discussion” with her “ex”. I chat with her some more. She seems to be coming around again, and she makes a visible effort to get back into her happy frame of mind. Meanwhile, out of the corner of my eye I notice another dude moving in on HB2. Well, I couldn’t do much about it at the time, since I was busy with HB1.
I figured it was long past time to get to the matter at hand. Although the whole “ex” affair had me a little concerned, I figured, what the ****, I am out here to get the numbers. Just do it, etc.etc.
And furthermore, I felt that being as how chicks are so into how they FEEL, then SURELY she must notice how she FELT GREAT, laughing and smiling with ME earlier, until some guy showed up. He changed her mood to ****, until she then came back over to me and started FEELING GOOD again. So in chickthink, ME=FEEL GOOD, OTHER GUY=FEEL BAD. This seemed like an ideal situation.
So then I say to HB1, with a smile on my face, “I’ve been having a good time tonight. It was good to see you again after such a long time. Why don’t you give me your number?”
Brief Silence. A look of amazement comes over her face along with a slight sort of confused smile. Not a look of disgust or revulsion, but instead surprise, sort of.
“Are you… are you serious?” she says quizzically. “I’m completely serious. Give me your number,” I answer with a big smile, pen in hand poised to write.
Another brief pause. “Are you serious?!?!?” she says again, with a tone of disbelief.
Hmmmmm. Clearly, this girl does believe I am REALLY asking her for her number. What the **** is up with that?
I continue, in what I believe to be a smooth, confident, direct, but non-threatening while smiling way, “Yes I am serious. We have been talking and having a good time tonight. You are nice, and I think you’re pretty. Why shouldn’t I be serious? Do you think I’m still making another joke?”
“No, no, I take you seriously…I take you seriously,” she answers.
“So then, what were those numbers that you were about to tell me?”
“Well,” ….pause…. “I can’t because I am dating someone now.”
Instantly I recall her earlier statement about being single. AHA!!! The old AFC me would have pointed out this fatal flaw in her logic and hammered it home, attempting to defeat her with reason. But I have learned that you can’t “logic” a woman into giving you her number, or for that matter you can’t logic a woman into anything else.
Anyway, I figure she may have just switched it back “on” with her so-called “ex” boyfriend, so what the ****. If she was interested, she would give me the number. Plain and simple. That was the reality of the situation. Not that all the smiling, laughing, talking, and eye contact for 2 hours didn’t seem to indicate interest, but hey, what the ****. That was the reality of the situation.
So, I felt a slight sting, but almost simultaneously, I felt a big surge of confidence. The sting was not as bad as I thought it would be, and the surge was a lot better. I actually felt pretty good even though she had rejected my move, because I had at least made a move. I did it. I grew some balls, and I took a chance on a hottie. I felt pretty good about that.
“Ok, then,” I say resolutely. I put away the pen. “Oh, and now he puts away the pen,” she says in a gloomy tone.
“So, are you saying there is a reason I should keep my pen out?” I say, pulling it back out. I indicate HB2 over there, who is still chatting with the dude who moved in while I was talking with HB1. “I don’t think I much need it for her number.” “Why not?” HB1 asks. “Well, I don’t get the impression that she likes me that much.” “Oh, you don’t get that impression. Well, like I said, I can’t, because I am seeing someone now.” “Ok, then” I say.
There is a brief interlude. I’d say my timing here was **** -I clearly should have asked before “EX” showed up. But even so, I thought she would notice how I was making her feel, especially compared to how she felt after talking to him. I wasn’t sulking or anything, just casually finishing my drink. I was going over this in my mind, and I was just thinking “This is weird, and it sucks a little bit and it does not make much sense really. But you know what, **** YEAH, I made the approach. I did what I wanted to do. So actually it is great.”
So, then “EX” boyfriend comes back over and begins talking to HB1 again. I notice that HB2 is now GIVING HER NUMBER to ****blocking guy. How nice. This is not turning out as I planned. But then he leaves, and at the same time “EX” whisks away HB1 again for another discussion. SO I figure that is clearly all shw wrote for HB1. HB2, on the other hand is now alone again, and apparently not nearly as “not single” as HB1 since she just gave some random guy her number.
So I am left with HB2 again now for a while. So we talk a bit more, and have a few more laughs. It is getting late. I figure what the **** here goes attempt #2. So I turn to her and say, “I had a good time talking to you. Why don’t you give me your number?”
Without missing a beat she says “NO.” A firm, decisive sounding, even slightly brusque “NO.” “OK, then,” I answer. This one was a little more of a stinger. But still, I had an unexpected boost at the same time – I just said **** it and I asked for the number. Good for me.
I was considering saying something like “Thanks for not wasting my time” when she looks down at her purse kind of submissively and mumbles something along the lines of “but I had fun, and I’m sure we will hang out again with (HB1), and I’ll see you around or something.”
“OK,” I said. So then I left. End of story.
So what is the deal? I struck out for numbers, but at least I got up off the couch and tried with two hotties. I feel like it will be easier to try again.
But, I was Mr. Funny-confident-center of attention guy. I honestly believed, at one point in the evening, that I would be leaving with numbers from both of these HB’s. HB1 gave lots of smiles and eyes, and seemed great, until the whole “EX” affair. Oh well, can’t do much about that, other than ask sooner. And I had HB2 literally wiping her eyes she was laughing so much. She was frickin loving it. Then I get a big NO. Some other guy walks up, chats her for 10 minutes, and gets her number. WTF?!?!?
In addition, I wonder, should I try again if I see either of them later and they show me some interest, or just forget it, blow them off, and say “next.”? Should I occasionally hang out with them just as “social proof”? Because it DEFINITELY made other chicks notice me when I was alone with the two hottest girls in the club. Or, if I don’t blow them off, maybe they have hot friends that I might meet one night who will give me a number… I don’t want to be a chump, but I don’t want to either give up too easy or burn a bridge that might be useful later on.
So I am not all freaked out about this – I am pretty happy that I did it and a feel a little more confident. I would like to learn from my mistakes and get better.
Comments, suggestions, etc appreciated. I’d like to know what I did well, what I ****ed up, anything I can do to improve myself.
Continued from part 1
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So I am left there with HB2. OK, no problem then actually, now I am ALONE with one HB, who so far has found me to be ever-so funny. We continue to chat, laugh and drink, sing a song together, etc. She is not by any means jumping my crotch, but she seems very happy to be in my company.
Eventually, HB1 comes back over, visibly disturbed from her “discussion” with her “ex”. I chat with her some more. She seems to be coming around again, and she makes a visible effort to get back into her happy frame of mind. Meanwhile, out of the corner of my eye I notice another dude moving in on HB2. Well, I couldn’t do much about it at the time, since I was busy with HB1.
I figured it was long past time to get to the matter at hand. Although the whole “ex” affair had me a little concerned, I figured, what the ****, I am out here to get the numbers. Just do it, etc.etc.
And furthermore, I felt that being as how chicks are so into how they FEEL, then SURELY she must notice how she FELT GREAT, laughing and smiling with ME earlier, until some guy showed up. He changed her mood to ****, until she then came back over to me and started FEELING GOOD again. So in chickthink, ME=FEEL GOOD, OTHER GUY=FEEL BAD. This seemed like an ideal situation.
So then I say to HB1, with a smile on my face, “I’ve been having a good time tonight. It was good to see you again after such a long time. Why don’t you give me your number?”
Brief Silence. A look of amazement comes over her face along with a slight sort of confused smile. Not a look of disgust or revulsion, but instead surprise, sort of.
“Are you… are you serious?” she says quizzically. “I’m completely serious. Give me your number,” I answer with a big smile, pen in hand poised to write.
Another brief pause. “Are you serious?!?!?” she says again, with a tone of disbelief.
Hmmmmm. Clearly, this girl does believe I am REALLY asking her for her number. What the **** is up with that?
I continue, in what I believe to be a smooth, confident, direct, but non-threatening while smiling way, “Yes I am serious. We have been talking and having a good time tonight. You are nice, and I think you’re pretty. Why shouldn’t I be serious? Do you think I’m still making another joke?”
“No, no, I take you seriously…I take you seriously,” she answers.
“So then, what were those numbers that you were about to tell me?”
“Well,” ….pause…. “I can’t because I am dating someone now.”
Instantly I recall her earlier statement about being single. AHA!!! The old AFC me would have pointed out this fatal flaw in her logic and hammered it home, attempting to defeat her with reason. But I have learned that you can’t “logic” a woman into giving you her number, or for that matter you can’t logic a woman into anything else.
Anyway, I figure she may have just switched it back “on” with her so-called “ex” boyfriend, so what the ****. If she was interested, she would give me the number. Plain and simple. That was the reality of the situation. Not that all the smiling, laughing, talking, and eye contact for 2 hours didn’t seem to indicate interest, but hey, what the ****. That was the reality of the situation.
So, I felt a slight sting, but almost simultaneously, I felt a big surge of confidence. The sting was not as bad as I thought it would be, and the surge was a lot better. I actually felt pretty good even though she had rejected my move, because I had at least made a move. I did it. I grew some balls, and I took a chance on a hottie. I felt pretty good about that.
“Ok, then,” I say resolutely. I put away the pen. “Oh, and now he puts away the pen,” she says in a gloomy tone.
“So, are you saying there is a reason I should keep my pen out?” I say, pulling it back out. I indicate HB2 over there, who is still chatting with the dude who moved in while I was talking with HB1. “I don’t think I much need it for her number.” “Why not?” HB1 asks. “Well, I don’t get the impression that she likes me that much.” “Oh, you don’t get that impression. Well, like I said, I can’t, because I am seeing someone now.” “Ok, then” I say.
There is a brief interlude. I’d say my timing here was **** -I clearly should have asked before “EX” showed up. But even so, I thought she would notice how I was making her feel, especially compared to how she felt after talking to him. I wasn’t sulking or anything, just casually finishing my drink. I was going over this in my mind, and I was just thinking “This is weird, and it sucks a little bit and it does not make much sense really. But you know what, **** YEAH, I made the approach. I did what I wanted to do. So actually it is great.”
So, then “EX” boyfriend comes back over and begins talking to HB1 again. I notice that HB2 is now GIVING HER NUMBER to ****blocking guy. How nice. This is not turning out as I planned. But then he leaves, and at the same time “EX” whisks away HB1 again for another discussion. SO I figure that is clearly all shw wrote for HB1. HB2, on the other hand is now alone again, and apparently not nearly as “not single” as HB1 since she just gave some random guy her number.
So I am left with HB2 again now for a while. So we talk a bit more, and have a few more laughs. It is getting late. I figure what the **** here goes attempt #2. So I turn to her and say, “I had a good time talking to you. Why don’t you give me your number?”
Without missing a beat she says “NO.” A firm, decisive sounding, even slightly brusque “NO.” “OK, then,” I answer. This one was a little more of a stinger. But still, I had an unexpected boost at the same time – I just said **** it and I asked for the number. Good for me.
I was considering saying something like “Thanks for not wasting my time” when she looks down at her purse kind of submissively and mumbles something along the lines of “but I had fun, and I’m sure we will hang out again with (HB1), and I’ll see you around or something.”
“OK,” I said. So then I left. End of story.
So what is the deal? I struck out for numbers, but at least I got up off the couch and tried with two hotties. I feel like it will be easier to try again.
But, I was Mr. Funny-confident-center of attention guy. I honestly believed, at one point in the evening, that I would be leaving with numbers from both of these HB’s. HB1 gave lots of smiles and eyes, and seemed great, until the whole “EX” affair. Oh well, can’t do much about that, other than ask sooner. And I had HB2 literally wiping her eyes she was laughing so much. She was frickin loving it. Then I get a big NO. Some other guy walks up, chats her for 10 minutes, and gets her number. WTF?!?!?
In addition, I wonder, should I try again if I see either of them later and they show me some interest, or just forget it, blow them off, and say “next.”? Should I occasionally hang out with them just as “social proof”? Because it DEFINITELY made other chicks notice me when I was alone with the two hottest girls in the club. Or, if I don’t blow them off, maybe they have hot friends that I might meet one night who will give me a number… I don’t want to be a chump, but I don’t want to either give up too easy or burn a bridge that might be useful later on.
So I am not all freaked out about this – I am pretty happy that I did it and a feel a little more confident. I would like to learn from my mistakes and get better.
Comments, suggestions, etc appreciated. I’d like to know what I did well, what I ****ed up, anything I can do to improve myself.
