> 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.