Wednesday
Today I took my first boxing lesson. I had always wanted to learn, and I thought what am I waiting for, so off I went. It was fun and a great workout. By the end of this Summer I should be in the best shape of my life.
I thought it also gave me something good to talk about, so I decided to hit some bars to "celebrate".
*** Approach 1 ***
The first bar I went to I could see I was way overdressed, and I didn't want to feel real self-conscious so I walked over to some of the more upscale bars where I knew I would fit in. As I walked in I saw three HBs sitting at a nice table. There were way younger than I would want to date, so I figured perfect practice. I grabbed a beer and went over.
Me: Excuse me, I've got 20 minutes to kill, mind if I join you?
HB8: Uh, go ahead.
(YES!)
HB7, HB7: [Mostly ignore me and keep talking]
The HB8 was friendly and the other two talked to me a bit after they finished what they were talking about. The HB8 was definately qualifying me. One of them pressed me on the 20 minutes thing, I said a friend was coming to meet me (not true). After 30 minutes she asked me about it again, I said he was flakey and I had forgot my cell phone (true) so I was kinda screwed. That seemed to satisfy her.
I found out they were 26, 25 and 23. If I'd had to guess I'd have said 18, 19, 18, they looked really young. I got them to guess my age and they said 26.
They started packing it up to go to the next place and I said goodbye and left through the other side of the building.
I did a good job keeping them talking but didn't turn the conversation sexual or get any kino or anything going. I think with some more game I could have got further with the HB8.
*** Approach 2 ***
I was feeling good after my initial success, so I went over to another bar. Saw a 4 set (HB8, 7, 6, 6) sitting at a table, started thinking, "Man, this is easy". It kills me I haven't been doing this my whole life. Anyways, I get my beer. The bartender asks me if I'm sitting at a table, I say "hopefully".
Off I go (3 second rule is golden).
Me: Hi. Mind if I sit with you for a bit?
HB6a: Uh, no. (Eyes light up)
HB6b: If you don't mind sitting with a lot of women, another four friends are coming for a bachelorette party.
Me: I think I can handle it.
Now I'm thinking, holy !@#!, gold mine. I'm going to be sitting with 8 women. I start chatting up these four. The one on my left (HB6a) looks pretty glassy eyed. She's talking to me a lot and into me from the start. At first I'm talking a bit with all of them. Two of them are pretty passive so I focus mostly on the HB8 and HB6a.
A little bit later the other four arrive and we move to a table. I make my next mistake - I sit on the end and the HB6a sits across from me and the HB8 sits on my left. The bride to be is across from me diagonally. At this point I'm just talking to the HB6a and the rest are talking amonst themselves. HB6b tries to get a word in occasionally and I can tell she is interested too. I keep talking to the HB6a for practice until they start opening gifts and then I bail. I didn't want her number, although I'm sure she would have given it to me.
I messed up by commiting too much to the HB6a. The other HBs were starting to get annoyed with her for focusing on me and not the party.
In a group how do you guys keep from getting locked in with one chick?