MOTU
Master Don Juan
So I was attending a "school of rock" recital for a friend of mine's kid. On the way in I am following this dark haired, dark eyed woman in a red dress, no ring on her finger, hotter than any of my current plates. We get to the entrance and she doesn't have tickets. She is about to buy them, and I tell her my friends have lots of extras, I'll get them for you.
I get the tickets. She is very pleased. Our eye contact is good and flirty. I introduce myself, she does in return. We shake hands.
I see her in the hall, watching her situation. We make good eye contact again. She goes out on the deck with another chick and little kid. My buddy goes out to smoke, I go with and linger in her area.
She thanks me again for the tickets. I tell her I think she owes me a drink for them and she says "sure I'll go get you a drink" and I say "no, not here. Give me your number and we'll have a drink another day". I have her call me from her phone.
Turns out her kid is on when my buddie's kid is on. She tells me which kid is hers. She steps forward to video the performance. As soon as it is over, I bolt, because I have a plate coming over for a pool and bbq day.
I text her later: "<red dress girl>, with the dark eyes and pretty smile, it was nice to meet you. Didn't mean to leave without saying goodbye; I'll catch up with you later to figure out when you can buy me my drink". She texts back, almost immediately: "It was very nice to meet you too MOTU. I look forward to it
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OK, many of you probably don't see that as being very remarkable - but let me give you "the rest of the story" as Paul Harvey would say.
I didn't want to go to this thing. The kid I went to see is kind of a brat and his dad gets drunk at my house and breaks sh!t. But figured there would be lots of milf's there and I remembered from the DJ bible "thou shalt vibe" so I went, on the prowl. The old me would have skipped it.
I dressed very well to go. Not overdressed, but carefully dressed, in clothes that fit, and showed my progress at the gym. I looked my best, where most dad's there didn't. It was easy to stand out. The old me would have gone in whatever was most comfortable.
It wasn't an accident I was behind the woman in the red dress - I stayed in my truck and timed my entrance.
Giving her the tickets was easy, but I focused on my body language and eye contact during our interaction, to be flirty and show interest. The old me would have done her the favor and moved on.
I looked for her once inside, and made sure if she looked my way I would meet her gaze with a slightly friendly smile. The old me would have lost track of her.
When she went out back with her friend, I asked my buddy if he needed a smoke, then made sure we were close by so she could strike up a conversation if she was interested. The old me would have watched her on the deck through the window.
I walked to her and put my hand on her arm when she thanked me again for the tickets and I told her she owed me a drink for them. The old me would have stayed put and said "your welcome".
I carefully thought through the text I sent her after I left, and when she replied I left it alone. The old me would have tried to establish rapport and our next meeting right away.
So all of these things I learned here. Maybe I bang this chick, or have a LTR with her. Or maybe she flakes for our drink date and I never see her again. Either way, I put my learnings into action and scored a good day game win, which is something I have been wanting to do.
I get the tickets. She is very pleased. Our eye contact is good and flirty. I introduce myself, she does in return. We shake hands.
I see her in the hall, watching her situation. We make good eye contact again. She goes out on the deck with another chick and little kid. My buddy goes out to smoke, I go with and linger in her area.
She thanks me again for the tickets. I tell her I think she owes me a drink for them and she says "sure I'll go get you a drink" and I say "no, not here. Give me your number and we'll have a drink another day". I have her call me from her phone.
Turns out her kid is on when my buddie's kid is on. She tells me which kid is hers. She steps forward to video the performance. As soon as it is over, I bolt, because I have a plate coming over for a pool and bbq day.
I text her later: "<red dress girl>, with the dark eyes and pretty smile, it was nice to meet you. Didn't mean to leave without saying goodbye; I'll catch up with you later to figure out when you can buy me my drink". She texts back, almost immediately: "It was very nice to meet you too MOTU. I look forward to it
"OK, many of you probably don't see that as being very remarkable - but let me give you "the rest of the story" as Paul Harvey would say.
I didn't want to go to this thing. The kid I went to see is kind of a brat and his dad gets drunk at my house and breaks sh!t. But figured there would be lots of milf's there and I remembered from the DJ bible "thou shalt vibe" so I went, on the prowl. The old me would have skipped it.
I dressed very well to go. Not overdressed, but carefully dressed, in clothes that fit, and showed my progress at the gym. I looked my best, where most dad's there didn't. It was easy to stand out. The old me would have gone in whatever was most comfortable.
It wasn't an accident I was behind the woman in the red dress - I stayed in my truck and timed my entrance.
Giving her the tickets was easy, but I focused on my body language and eye contact during our interaction, to be flirty and show interest. The old me would have done her the favor and moved on.
I looked for her once inside, and made sure if she looked my way I would meet her gaze with a slightly friendly smile. The old me would have lost track of her.
When she went out back with her friend, I asked my buddy if he needed a smoke, then made sure we were close by so she could strike up a conversation if she was interested. The old me would have watched her on the deck through the window.
I walked to her and put my hand on her arm when she thanked me again for the tickets and I told her she owed me a drink for them. The old me would have stayed put and said "your welcome".
I carefully thought through the text I sent her after I left, and when she replied I left it alone. The old me would have tried to establish rapport and our next meeting right away.
So all of these things I learned here. Maybe I bang this chick, or have a LTR with her. Or maybe she flakes for our drink date and I never see her again. Either way, I put my learnings into action and scored a good day game win, which is something I have been wanting to do.
