TheMonkeyKing
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Two weeks ago, I meet a solid 8/10 21yr old at the bar I causally work at. I serve her her pink gin, we strike up a brief conversation and it seems she's just finhed studying near where I grew up. Long story short, I give her my number, she texts and we arrange to meet last week.
Fast forward. Go for a couple of drinks by the river, date lasts an hour and a half, tops, she's nervous and a bit cold, but overall, not bad conversation. Almost no affection other than kissing on both cheeks to greet and farewell. We part and she says 'I'm sure I'll see you round'
I think nothing of it and head back toward home for a few drinks.
Fast forward the following night at work. The girl rocks in to the bar with her mate, decked out in the tightest black mini-dress, black heels; looking more 9/10 at this point. She works in equine rehab and fck, this girl has the body of a fcking racehorse. She proceeds to be fairly aloof though not ignorant, getting a bit drunk and chatting to other guys. Leaves after an hour, not even saying goodbye. Pfft. That's drunk 21 year old women for you.
Fast forward last night. She's there again when I arrive at work at 8pm. Again not overly friendly to start with, though we have a bit of banter about her having driving lessons when hungover, and how it's actually my fault because it's me serving her gin, blablabla. She sits with a friend and another older guy I know (Joe) right in front of the bar...... whatever.
Just so happens that last night, I'm working almost exclusively with a new barmaid (another 8/10), and for a time, we're stuck together alone behind the bar in plain sight, though out of earshot of racehorse body. The game was on at this point. I proceeded to have a great 20minute conversation with the new barmaid, laughing joking etc. All in all, I'm simply proliferating my options all at once as the barmaid is ultra cute, fit and fun. Another seed is sown.
Fast forward half an hour, I'm going about my business, walking through the bar, past the racehorse's table and, boom, Joe calls me over. 'TMK', he says, 'This girl here really likes you. Give her your phone number'. I say she already has it and walk off, while racehorse girl and I give each other come to bed eyes.
Fast forward an hour, she's leaving and I'm outside collecting chairs. She specifically comes over to where I am and stands in front of me, quiet and demure, rolling a cigarette. We have a brief conversation about how I'm too busy to meet her this week (I actually am). She remembers facts about me despite being half-cut. I leave to take a few chairs in, she's still there when I get back. This time, she starts walking towards me as I am her, and she stops and stands in my personal space. I grab her round the waist and when she goes for the kiss, I kiss her on both cheeks. I'm not kissing her for the first time when when she's tipsy and I'm sober. I tell her I'll be in touch. Sometimes the slow-burners turn in to better longer-term prospects.
I finish work and switch my phone on. I have a text saying I looked cute tonight and that we should definitely have another date.
TL;DR
If you want to attract the attention of hot women, appeal to their sense of competition by being seen associating with other hot women.
It's called a game for a reason; and if you're not playing right, you're not going to win.
Fast forward. Go for a couple of drinks by the river, date lasts an hour and a half, tops, she's nervous and a bit cold, but overall, not bad conversation. Almost no affection other than kissing on both cheeks to greet and farewell. We part and she says 'I'm sure I'll see you round'
Fast forward the following night at work. The girl rocks in to the bar with her mate, decked out in the tightest black mini-dress, black heels; looking more 9/10 at this point. She works in equine rehab and fck, this girl has the body of a fcking racehorse. She proceeds to be fairly aloof though not ignorant, getting a bit drunk and chatting to other guys. Leaves after an hour, not even saying goodbye. Pfft. That's drunk 21 year old women for you.
Fast forward last night. She's there again when I arrive at work at 8pm. Again not overly friendly to start with, though we have a bit of banter about her having driving lessons when hungover, and how it's actually my fault because it's me serving her gin, blablabla. She sits with a friend and another older guy I know (Joe) right in front of the bar...... whatever.
Just so happens that last night, I'm working almost exclusively with a new barmaid (another 8/10), and for a time, we're stuck together alone behind the bar in plain sight, though out of earshot of racehorse body. The game was on at this point. I proceeded to have a great 20minute conversation with the new barmaid, laughing joking etc. All in all, I'm simply proliferating my options all at once as the barmaid is ultra cute, fit and fun. Another seed is sown.
Fast forward half an hour, I'm going about my business, walking through the bar, past the racehorse's table and, boom, Joe calls me over. 'TMK', he says, 'This girl here really likes you. Give her your phone number'. I say she already has it and walk off, while racehorse girl and I give each other come to bed eyes.
Fast forward an hour, she's leaving and I'm outside collecting chairs. She specifically comes over to where I am and stands in front of me, quiet and demure, rolling a cigarette. We have a brief conversation about how I'm too busy to meet her this week (I actually am). She remembers facts about me despite being half-cut. I leave to take a few chairs in, she's still there when I get back. This time, she starts walking towards me as I am her, and she stops and stands in my personal space. I grab her round the waist and when she goes for the kiss, I kiss her on both cheeks. I'm not kissing her for the first time when when she's tipsy and I'm sober. I tell her I'll be in touch. Sometimes the slow-burners turn in to better longer-term prospects.
I finish work and switch my phone on. I have a text saying I looked cute tonight and that we should definitely have another date.
TL;DR
If you want to attract the attention of hot women, appeal to their sense of competition by being seen associating with other hot women.
It's called a game for a reason; and if you're not playing right, you're not going to win.
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