We arrived at the dance room and quickly scanned the area to find groups of women. Typically, we will go up to 2 or 3 women and either jump into their group or ask them to dance with us. While walking around the perimeter of the floor, we noticed that most of the women already had guys with them or where in a large group of mixed sexes. We made two attempts on some college girls, but were quickly shot down. Instead of hanging around the dance area, we decided to venture into the main concert room.
This room was huge and contained two side bars, a food area, a large stage, extremely big dance area in the middle, and a catwalk around the perimeter. There was a cover band playing some early 2000 rock music. After a few songs, they would take a break and top 40 hits would play for a while. The middle dance area was packed full of people, so we decided to get drinks at the left side bar and see who to approach.
The side bar was a good place to talk because there was enough standing room to move and not too noisy. We walked up to a group of four college girls and tried to break the ice. Our conversation lasted about three minutes total as they decided to walk away. We turned to two girls looking outside a window. They were watching a couple make out by a bar. We approached them and commented about the scene. We talked to them for a few minutes, but unfortunately my girl was not interested and walked away. However, my buddy's girl was interested in him since they lived close to each other and had a few things in common. After about a ten minute conversation he got her number to take her on a date. My buddy reminded me that we were close to the five number limit on legitimate rejections and had to make the next one count (we agreed to approach as many groups as possible until we were straight-up shutdown five times). We saw three girls standing across from us chatting and decided that this was going to be it.
We walked over to the group and begin striking a conversation. They quickly introduced their selves as Hot Girl, Cute Girl, and O.K. Girl (real names replaced). My buddy and I both wanted to get to know Hot Girl better, but she was extremely drunk and hard to handle. They quickly told us that Cute Girl was moving to Arizona in a week. I narrowed down my choice to either talking with Hot Girl or O.K. Girl for the remainder of the evening. We talked to them about various things such as jobs, hometowns, ages, interests, and basically every general topic that comes up in first time conversations. While chatting, Hot Girl was walked up to by a number of guys and eventually one took her to the bar for a drink. This incident left my buddy with Cute Girl and myself with O.K. Girl. About that time the band was finishing up and dance music started playing. I asked O.K. Girl if she liked to dance and so we went to the floor to get our groove on. Meanwhile, Hot Girl shows up to dance with her new guy and my buddy tried to dance with Cute Girl (which wasn’t going anywhere fast). I pulled out some swing dance moves that always impress women and quickly won O.K. Girl over. Hot Girl ran off again with her new guy, and we danced for a few more songs before the lights turned on and the place began kicking people out. We made our way outside and gathered to mingle a bit more. Hot Girl was exchanging numbers with the new guy, my buddy was in the bathroom, and I was left alone with O.K. Girl and Cute Girl. When my buddy approached, I began to say goodbye with no intention of getting anyone’s phone numbers. O.K. Girl stopped me and asked why I had not asked for her number yet. My response was “Hmm, well can I have your phone number?” She was not too thrilled with the way I asked, but quickly snatched my phone and began typing in her name and number. She told me I had one chance to call her and make things work (I never called her). My buddy and I walked back to our place for the night and went to bed at 3:40 A.M.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
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ooo...naughty boys, you guys.. but hey, enjoy it! :D
ReplyDeleteThis is fascinating. To be able to see the world of women through a man's eyes. Well my clubing days are over but it is still an interesting read. Be well
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