Morning Guys! Happy Friday!

Out in Leicester Square/Covent Garden last night for what started off
as a dinner with a few mates (1 guy, 2 girls and me). Ended up turning
into a very fun night in my favourite cocktail bar. 2 bottles of wine
and 2 bottles of champagne... Aren't the random nights out the best?
Man I needed it, I was getting stir crazy... and I NEEDED TO SARGE!

And sarge I did. Opened 4 sets. First, a lone wolf - 6 (warm up act
only); second, a 2 set - both HB7.5s, English. Third, a lone wolf HB7
- I wanted to test how good I am at identifying what part of the
world someone is from simply by looking - guessed she was Australian
- close, she was a Kiwi - she was impressed. And then a 2 set I'd
had my eyes on from the start of the night -HB8s, Canadians. I
didn't have the confidence at the start of the night, but doing the
warm ups really helped.

Openers used last night:

1) Drinking Champagne for no reason, give us a reason to celebrate
(then neg them when they come up with a crap reason)
2) My mate is going through a midlife crisis, do you think he'd look
better in tight red leather on a motocycle or cruising in a Porsch?
3) Are you Austrialian? you look it! (built in neg - sorry Aussies!)
4) Cheer up! its a thursday! Thursday is the new Friday! that means its
a 4 day weekend! (easy to do that one when a lady is at the bar on her
own waiting to be served, they always look glum!)

Best thing about the night is that I didn't even have to move around.
I was standing quite close to the bar, chatting to my friends and they
all came over to pass me on the way to the bar. It was easy as taking
candy from a baby:

"Give me that candy, bitch!" *smack*

well, maybe not.

But anyway, I digress (awesome night... mmmm)

Opened on this 2 set, turns out they're Canadian. Target and me
insulting each other for ages in this childish playground way. She
keeps calling me a looser. All night. Everytime she does I smile and
turn to chat to her friend instead, but not sure how well I played
that. Maybe I didn't neg enough, but I got the impression she's a
little too 'cutesy', not really a malicious person.

'SPLASHY-SPLASHY'

That brings me to this theory... girls who like to insult you in
bantering way are obviously flirting with you. This is a very
schoolyard method of flirting, when two wee kids pinch each other call
each other names because they fancy each other and don't know any
other way of showing it. My mates refer to it as 'Splashy Splashy'
from when you go to swimming pools and have splashing fights with
someone you fancy - very adolescent!

By insulting each other, its just a development of this very primitive
form of flirting. Girls who flirt this way are not overly sexual, or
really know how else to show that they like someone, they're still
have a very undeveloped sense of male-female dynamics.

How can I guess this? Just from some experience, and also from the fact
that she told me that she had met her first boyfriend in that very bar.
She'd only been in the country 1.5 years! And she'd done a Masters
degree here... hmm... you see where I'm coming from? She must have
been about around 24 y/o and only had 1 boyfriend, that's not a lot
of experience of male-female social dynamics.

Doesn't mean that she wasn't the sort to just jump on guys for one
night stands, but I got the impression she really wasn't that type of
girl (unfortunately!).

COCKBLOCKING

Man, I had to do some serious cockblocking/AMOGing... Don't you just
hate English guys! Smarmy bastards! In their pinstriped suits, hitting
on my targets. Every time a group came up - some with some good Game,
has to be said! - I immediately opened on them gave them all my
attention and stopped them from talking to my target completely until I
turned and put my arm around her.

One guy did break through when my guard was down (he was good, got the
impression he knew the routines - maybe even into PU). I totally
isolated them both by turning to her and my friend and cracking a
couple of jokes, ignoring my target completely. Within a couple of
seconds she was back at my side telling me to pretend I was her
boyfriend. Awesome. I've never had to cock-block/AMOG so much, it was
constant battling, like some crazy computer game. Relentless. The place
was packed though.

End of the night, I had to get going, been working on this Canadian
chick for a while but I have to go, had to be up early the next day (I
feel a little worse for wear at the moment, I can tell you!). So I
isolate my target to a quiet area, she follows when I simply give her
the follow me finger.

Ask her if she's always that rude to guys (only some she says) and
get her number, but its wrong. She's looking at it thinking that its
not right, she tries it 3 times and she's pretty sure its right but.
I can't call her phone cos we're in a basement bar and I can't
give her my number (which she can't find cos its under a pile of
coats). I'm not hanging around, so I tell her I'll text her with my
number. Turns out it was wrong. Should have double checked, or gone to
the bar for a pen and paper.

Man. Blocked.

But I did get to k-close her though - even that was a lot of work.
Canadians... are they all like that?

Good night, roll on the weekend!

Scruff.