Day 23/360: Carpet Bombed College Frat Bar

We started off with some mall game. Horse girled here and there, didn’t follow up with anything.

We decided to each have only one opener and carpet bomb the bar. Mr. S had horse girl, so I switched to sex last week. I needed practice anyway. I opened about 15 girls with it, with each delivery getting better. Of note:

One girl said she was, but she was sitting on the arm of a couch. She then said she was pregnant, which I said, “Oh man that was fast!” I assured her that I am very rich, that I own four tennis courts and have the US Open in my back yard (courtesy of Dylan). Then I ran smart/hot/rich, 8 girlfriends. Eventually she got tired of this and backturned me.

One girl said it wasn’t her, but stayed around. Her friend complimented me on my ring, then asked if I were gay. I wanted to say, “I’ll show you how gay I am,” and kiss her, but she had a dude right behind her, holding her like a boyfriend would. Instead I said, “Yes, totally,” to which she asked me to dance. Again, with the guy there, it was very strange. Eventually I let them go.

Two girls at the bar, sex last week, one girl’s cracking up and said it’s really good, and that she had never heard it before. She asked her friend if she had ever heard of it, her friend said yes. I said yeah, it’s totally unoriginal and continued with the opener. Then I tried the cat routine, which she said I should have stopped at “What’s your name?” I said, okay, we can have normal talk, and proceeded to ask about the weather and do you come here often and what do you do? She told me she worked somewhere, then asked me the same. I did the George Costanza thing, “I’m unemployed and live with my parents.” They didn’t get the joke and left. Fucking hilarious.

Saw a tall girl on line for the bathroom. I was about to approach when a guy and girl got right between me and her. I forced myself through, then sex last week, probably ran my standard stack on her. She pointed to a guy and told him to come in, then introduced him as her boyfriend. I looked him in the eye, said, “You guys make a cute couple. How long have you been together?” They look at each other, he said, “Four years, three and a half, something like that.” I knew he was bullshitting but I wanted to push it farther, so I said, “Dude, I have to say, I’m sorry but I slept with your girlfriend last week.” He said, “It’s okay, she’s a good girl.” I agreed, “Yeah, she’s really good. You should have been there!” I had fun messing with him, but since she didn’t like me, I decided to leave. I probably should have continued gaming her instead, since I was clearly not buying her bullshit.

I saw a girl standing by herself at the parking lot. Sex last week. As soon as I asked, she immediately said, “Yes, we did.” I continued with the opener, then in the same rapid pace ran smart tests, which she said she wasn’t smart. So I said, “Let’s see how dumb you are. What’s 4 times 4?” She answered 12. I said, “That’s awesome, I only like dumb, hot, and rich girls. I like dumb girls because they’ve got low self esteem,” and the rest of smart/hot/rich. She said she’s not rich, I continued on. Eventually her ride came and she backturned me.

Nomad’s the man. He pulled two girls at a diner into our table. We ate, I was very cautious about not AMOGing him, but I did run Brad Pitt on the girls and shared my identity (snowboarding, travel). When we were done eating it turned out that Nomad didn’t get their numbers, so followed them. I found them smoking outside their car, I told them it was cool talking to them, and asked when they were going to be in town again. The Japanese girl said, “mayo”, which I assumed was May. We laughed about it, but then I took her e-mail. Then I yes-laddered to getting her number by saying, “Give me your number, too, I like to text.” I stared at my phone, ready to enter the number, and she hesitated. I teased her, “You know how to text, right?”, and she laughed and said yes, so I repeated, “Give me your number,” and stared at my phone again. She gave in to social pressure and gave me the number. To make it seem not so obvious that I was only interested in the hot one, I got the e-mail and phone of the other girl as well.

Two hot girls sat at the table next to us. Nomad signaled me to go. Sex last week, they cracked up but then immediately the girl across showed the other girl her phone, and ignored me. I felt that they had blown me out, so I left. Really weird, but I definitely shouldn’t have ejected.

A really good night. We should always try to carpet bomb places, it creates such an awesome time and we lose our outcome dependence. Plus I need to work on my contingencies for sex last week. However, most of the time I get a positive response, I just don’t know what to do with it.