Went out with JohnnyB, Nameless and another mate in London.

We knew everyone there was single, thus not "with-bf" timewasters (!), because it was a pub drinking session for people of the single persuasion.

Naturally, I ended up being a social butterfly.



For me, the funniest bit was when a reasonably hot blonde piece, who I'd briefly worked on earlier, drifted by me.

I said hey, and some shit. She was like, hey! you and me could never hang out as you TALK TOO MUCH. When you talk to a woman you should LISTEN TO HER. All you do is talk.

I was like what, LOL!

If this was a shit test, I couldn't be arsed retaliating.

I could have followed up with: hmm, so that's why this evening I already have two numbers of top birds who seem really into me, both of which we've provisonally arranged dates with, yeah? (and they also had interesting stuff to say, I listened to them --- coz they were interesting unlike YOU!)


Except, that would be a bit of a big gay comeback! Making out like Rebus gives two shits about what offensive blonde has to say for herself.

(so instead, I take the time to report it on an internet forum... no really, I'm still not giving 1.5 shits,, really, yeah? )

So I said, well, good luck with that. Immediately turned my back on her and continued chatting with JohnnyB.



Ha! As far as I remember, from our earlier meeting, the blonde piece had nothing really to say for herself.

I don't really remember what I said either. But in that part of the night, I was on a mission to cover abstract conversations. For example, about people with black straws in their glass representing those with mental health issues and -- what da ya know -- the person's friend has a black straw. The fun birds play along with that game, saying they met their friend in the asylum. Various other random shit.

I talked about obscure horror movies with some bird who bizarrely announced one of the things she was passionate about in life was horror movies.


Was also going direct and opening hotties with,

Woah! why have we not talked yet?

Coz you are cute! and putting arm around their waist.



On a singles' mass meet meat-fest, I feel that the key is to avoid repetition of:

- WHERE R U FROM ?

- WHAT DO U DO ?

- HOW LONG HAVE U LIVED IN LONDON ?

- WHAT IS YOUR NAME ?


That shit is so dull that I avoid it............... but Blondie Assault Ho' probably expects it?

Well, Rebus doesn't chat the lame shit!

Rebus

dunno.. sounds to me like shes just giving u a bit of shit and flirting a little maybe


i would have just said holy shit i can feel the sexual tension from here after that from you, dw i'll listen to you eventually

The thing is, I couldn't be arsed taking her down a notch. She is fit, but not super fit.
It was a mass meet meat-fest, so plenty of fish in the sea!

Her response surprised me, as the pub was a down-to-earth bitch-free-zone... until then! So, yeah I wasn't mentally prepared for a verbal dual and just avoided it as quite simply she had overestimated her value. Fit, but not super fit.

Comeback: "I mean if you want I can write down that recipe?"

If she doesn't get it she can jog on...

Id have come back with (and have done this many a time)

There you go again, ME ME ME, its all about you isnt it.... can i get a word in please

your so selfish

say "your tits have sick on them" and wee on her shoes laughing

Interesting, perhaps she is making a genuine point here? On reflection were you listening to the girls, did you get to know them properly? I am currently considering if I a talking too much as I sometimes wonder if I really get to know the girls I have met.

Has anyone thought of using silence to your advantage? Let the girl fill in any potentially awkward silences. During which time you remove the awkwardness with your calm, self amused body language.

Let her feel like she has to impress you, not the other way round.

Nova and HammerTime made some good points.

At the start of the evening when the pub was quieter, I was using silence and also holding a seductive stare while a girl was talking, giving her a stare into her eyes, then down to her lips, and so on. There was tension there, it was cool.

But, looking back, when the pub became much busier and nosier I think my subtlety went out the window. On this occasion I don't think that helped me. That's when I went into night game mode:

...which on this occasion I got absolutely no results from. It was a medium-sized pub, not a club, so my high-energy and abstract high energy bullshit (saying people with black straws in their glass represented those with mental health issues, etc) might not be what was called for. Many birds loved it, laughing, but it wasn't seductive!

To put it in context, I was enjoying bouncing back and forward in high-energy manner -- one minute talking to JohnnyB, or Nameless, or our other mate -- and next opening a new bird or re-opening one from earlier. But with all these antics, I had lost the laid-back seducer charm from the start of the evening which was when I got the number closes.

i dunno.. i think you're overanalysing shit. you got a few girls numbers, you were yourself, you had a great time, made sure people around you were having fun and did what you wanted to do.

one moody bitch who wasn't getting any attention from you decides to try shit on your parade and you fall for it.

if you were out to purely get laid then okay.. you didn't get laid so you probably could have done something different.

if the girl has a point or not... only you'll be able to tell us that. if she does and you give a shit, do something about it. if not, just smile and move on imo.