Jul 5, 2008
Tough night
Following the success I had with girls during my strange mini vacation, last night I went very confident at the club. I kept repeating myself that flirting is no longer a secret to me, that girls will stand in a queue to get me – crazy stuff like that which only works in “How to…” books. Real life is different, though, it is… real. And it proved me, once again, that I still have a lot to do until I become a real flirt, a real spin doctor.
The night kicked off pretty nice: the club was not over-crowded as it usually is (it’s starting to get way too hot for spending your nights in between four walls) the extra clothes were definitely missing, so the girls were a delight to look at – all in all, it was a great atmosphere. However, this doesn’t mean much if you don’t know lots of details about the art of picking girls up – and I don’t. Though, I might say it’s good to get rejected after a heavenly week – it makes you be more realistic and doesn’t let you get too carried away.
Basically, there is not too much to say – “I got rejected by everybody” would kind of sum up the whole thing. Hopefully because I was just way too confident that my looks are enough and I did 
not try too much. The truth is, though, that there are lots of men out there who are looking at least as good as I do (this “I look good” thing is a personal opinion of mine. Oh, and my mom used to say that to me, too :D). Anyway, the idea is that no matter how good you look like, if you don’t try, if you don’t have something to say, a hook to get the girl and the brains to keep her connected, she will probably ignore you, in the end. And the truth is I did not try too much.
My first “victim” was a pretty childish attempt from me: I kept looking at her from my comfy chair, smiled every now and then, trying to make her come to me. Well, she did not. And because of my ego I did not go to her either. 10 minutes later she was dancing with another.
Then, with a few girls, I tried to use pick up lines (and I just hate the idea of a pick up lines!) and, of course, it didn’t work. It’s hard for something that has been said a thousand times before to have any chances of success… After three or four more failures I got pretty desperate I’m not going to score and started to care. I was a bit too drunk, though and too under pressure, probably, since I tried getting two other girls and I missed.
So, basically, I can say it was a pretty tough night for me: tried to pick up six girls, got none. This could mean, for many, that they should go hide in a cave and only leave at night, when the kids are sleeping. For me, it means that I’m still far from being what I plan to be. I still have a lot of work to do and way more girls to meet. So I’ll just keep going, without looking back.
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1 comments:
Hahahahahahahahahah
Sorry just had to laugh lol
Am old school, if a guy does not make the first move well... he misses out lol
xo
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