Ok, it's taken me awhile to getthis LR written up because I’ve been working my buttoff…closed a major business deal (but no celebration till the
check is in hand and cleared the bank)…and priming the pump for more business.
I’ve told thisstory to 3 or 4 PAU’sso most of the details are still clear. Last Wednesday night it was SecondChance's B-day. We meet at Humperdink's and had dinner and BS for a bit before heading to Carsons.
At Carsons, I had one weird set with a 30-year old hot blond and got a make out. I could've pulled her, but she was weirding out on me, because she tried to answer my NORMAL comfort-type questions like she was in some kind of B Spy Movie: suggestive, sexual, mysterious and weird!
At one point she said she really needed a drink. I was still deciding what to do (I do buy girls drinks on occasion - example "LR: Apple or Donut" bought her three beers, no problem) and the waitress came over. The HB yelled her drink order to the waitress who didn't hear it.
"She said, "Shirley Temple." Ha ha. So the waitress brought her a Shirley Temple. I showed Fidelio and we had a good laugh.
After awhile I finally ditched her. I noticed her clinging on two separate guys at other times through the night, they were feeding her drinks. Weird lady!
At the end of the night the PUA’s gather in the parking lot. We say our goodbye's and SecondChance says, "I want to see FR's on the board tomorrow."
CJ: "No way man. I've got a reputation to protect." We all laugh and go our separate ways. About 3/4ths of the way to my car I remember that I left my debit card at the bar.
Shit ... I ALWAYS do that. So I go back to the front and the 7 foot bouncer blocks the doorway. Finally, he allows me to get in after a new bit of drama eats up his attention. There are two girls freaking out saying their purses were jacked.
I get in, get my card and go pee. On the way out I see SecondChance’s salsa friend. He tells me the girls he was with got their purses jacked. I tell him I heard two other girls talking to the bouncer and one of them had a flight to catch or something the nextday.We shake hands and I’m off.
In the parking lot, I spy a 2-set of brunettes chatting. As I pass by I look and see two Asian girls. One is an UG2 and the other HB9.
CJ: “You guys know any good places to eataround here.”
The Target makes this face: Oh, gawd another guy hitting on my perfect self -- butthe UG says she doesn’tknow the area.She’s from Ft.Worth.
I mention the only places I know are on Beltline. At this time a 6’3” suave guy saunters into the set. He has a kick-ass shirt on. I wanted to ask him where he got it, but before I knew it he whisked the HB9 away, leaving me with the UG.
He totally ignored me and the UG (this factoid becomes important later). So while I’m talkingI start walking back to my car. The UG keeps chatting to me, I notice the HB9 and the SuaveGuy next to his sweet polished chrome and black Lincoln Navigator. I give a sidelong glance to my forest green ’94 Saturn and secretly wonder if it will start up on the first try.
This report should forever answer the questions about whether or not you need money or a cool car to pull girls. The answer: No.
SuaveGuy and HB9 are on the passenger side of his Navigator and I can’t see them. I continue talking to the UG and get deep rapport.
HB9 comes back over and when she does the UG mentions eating. SuaveGuy is in tow.
CJ: “Wow!You can dress her up butyou can’ttake her anywhere!” UG laughs. HB9’s jaw drops and SuaveGuy continues ignoring everyone but HB9.
He drags her back over. Then I endure another 3-5 minutes of BS chatting with UG and she loves me to death. She goes to work for me and tries to grab HB9 away.But,HB9 won’tleave and she says to the UG,“Come on,he’sgoing to drive us to our car.”
UG waves at me and they drive off. Oh well.
I decide to go to the Race Track across the street for a refreshing fountain soda and a snack to prepare for the 40 minute drive home.
As I’m walking back across the streettowards Carson’s parking lotI hear two females yelling. I look and see UG and my Target riding in their car. They make a u-turn and pull into the parking lot.
The UG is driving and she reopens me. The Target sees the drink in my hand and says, “Oh,I’m thirsty,too.Why didn’tyou getme a drink?”
CJ: “Why wouldI get you a drink? I don’tknow you from a hole in the wall.” UG giggles and Targethas her second jaw-dropping moment.”
CJ: “Hey, drive me to my car.” ** This was funny because my car was about 10 feet away. So I hop in and they drive me. **
Another appearance of babystepping!
We talked in the car for a good 15 minutes.
I told Targetitwouldn’twork outbetween us.I told her she reminded me of an ex who was an exotic dancer. UG it turns out is a cocktail waitress at Baby Doll’s in Fort Worth and is supposed to get Target a job.
I tell her “Yeah,good idea, just become a cocktail waitress - because dancing is VERY competitive.” ** another subtle negative**
CJ: “My ex paid for almosteverything.”
Target: “You’re supposed to take care ofyour woman.”
CJ: “I know.But, she just kept pampering me. Food, gifts, sex ... It was awesome!”
UG: “That guy wanted Target to hang outand eatwith him, but notme.” CJ: “Some guys are afraid their friends won’tlike them.You know,kinda lacking confidence or something.”
Target: “You have pretty blue eyes.” CJ: “Thanks”
When you are in comfort stage the only answer to a compliment is “Thanks”. It’s the only thing a truly confident person would say.
So, about15 minute’s inside the car,Target says: “Let’s go hang outwith CJ…”