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OK, if you've read some of my more recent posts on here, you know that I've cut way back on sarging in order to concentrate on straightening out some other, more pressing issues in my life. However, tonight I felt like I needed a break, so for the first time in a week I hit one of my regular bars to sarge.
As usual, I was solo. Unlike my usual experience, though, I dressed a bit differently. Tonight I went out in a tight fitting black Velvet Underground t-shirt I found at Hot Topic a long time ago. Since I'm not in the world's best shape and have some major gynecomastia going, this was a risk for me, but I figured I might as well field test since it kinda shows off my arms too.
The bars here close at 3:00 and I got there around 12:30, when the crowd was mostly a handful of fratboys and a pair of HBs. I know the bartender working tonight (she's a HB herself who threw major IOIs at me a few years ago when I met her on a night off), and the last time I saw her she told me that she had a birthday coming up (I do, too) so I decided to drop in and say hello. I wasn't really looking for a true sarging night so much as a chance to unwind and hopefully chat with some old friends/aquaintences.
So I go in and it's almost all fratboys except for a pair of HBs. I met an old acquaintance of mine from my days with a local theater troupe that never got off the ground. It was good to see him and we chatted for a bit about his band, society, etc. He likes to talk about society, philosophy, and huge overreaching concepts and ideas behind everything, so I indulged him and tried to vibe with him on it. I also chatted briefly with the bartender about her birthday (she killed a big bottle of Jack Daniels with her brother and couldn't remember most of it) and I did a quick shot with her and a group of other people.
So we did that and I wished the HB bartender a happy birthday (it had been the night before) and we fluffed a little about it. The place was a total sausagefest except for the pair of HBs I mentioned earlier, who were in a mixed 5 set. It took me a few drinks (and some EC with a blond HB I'd seen before and liked) to get to it. I hung back, waiting for an opening to approach and trying to size up the fratboy she'd been talking to.
By then, a loud, obnoxious group of drunken fratboys rolled in and presented the HB bartender with a cake. One of them insisted we sing Happy Birthday to her (for the second time tonight) and I half-assedly complied. I also fluffed with and bought a shot for a sweet old retarded guy who is sort of the unofficial mascot of this place. Then a Mexican dude who owns one of my favorite restaurants rolled up in a Hummer and bought the entire bar a couple shots of tequila. He was really trying to game the HBBlonde I had my eye on. For a few minutes he seemed to be getting somewhere--she was flicking her hair, ahd her legs turned towards him, etc... but then she finally turned her back to him and blew him out. I hung back, watching the whole thing while trying to make Gunwitch»-style EC. I waited for my moment, which finally came.
Finally I opened the blond when I noticed them singing along to some song playing on the jukebox. I forget my exact words, but I asked her if she played the song she was singing along to. She said that she did and she loved the artist (Ke$ha--horrible, horrible dance music). I played along and chatted with her for a few minutes, trying to maintain good BL and a good flirty, non-needy frame. I tried to gently tease her and bust on her about things, being careful not to telegraph too much interest but maintain EC. When I told her I had a birthday coming up she asked my age and I made her guess. Then we fluffed a little more until I asked her name and she asked me for mine. Then she said she needed to pee but was making no effort to leave. I told her to go use the bathroom before she wet her pants. She ran off.
I chill for a few minutes. One of the guys in the set with the HB I'd just talked to invites me to his roller disco themed birthday party tomorrow night. I thanked him and joked about not being able to skate, but he said that didn't matter. I fluffed with the bartender some more.
Then I noticed the friend of the blonde I'd had my eye on... her even hotter brunette friend was going crazy over an old Def Lepard song playing on the jukebox. I used this to make up some situation opener for her and was IN!
We talked for nearly an hour about music and stuff. During this time, the blonde (who was sitting next to me) kept coincidentally rubbing her arm and shoulder on mine as she chatted with the fratboy who was hanging on her. Turns out this brunette had grown up with Def Leppard and I tried to anchor myself to her experiences through our common musical tastes.
talked about our first concerts. We talked about bands she was into and concerts she wanted to see. Some of them I genuinely love (Nirvana and a bunch of other 90s stuff) and others I pretended to like (DMB, O.A.R., and a few whose names I've already forgotten). I tell her I was jealous for seeing O.A.R. live (a lie--I have no clue who this is but I'm assuming a jam band). At this point, some guy who'd been sitting alone on the edge of the set makes his way over and starts interrogating me to make me look bad:
Him: "So what's your favorite O.A.R. song?"
Me: "I don't know... I'm really bad with remembering names. I've just downloaded a few things and I liked them."
Him: "What's your favorite O.A.R. CD?"
Me: "I don't know, dude. I really like what I've heard, but it's not that much. I've just downloaded some things and they all kind of blur together, you know, but I really love what I've heard. How about you?"
Him: "Well... that's a lot like me..."
Me: "OK, so him and I are in kind of the same boat here. I need to check out more. What do you suggest?" (I kino'ed her on this while pointing and looking at him).
He hugged her and slunk back over to his seat on the edge of the set by himself, leaving her to me. We chatted some more and I noticed him looking at us jealously several times. I told my story about knowing Lady Gaga (who she said she wanted to be) before she was famous--kind of an embellishment, but with a grain of truth (my ex gf used to know her ex bf). At one point I offhandedly asked "So, is that your bf?" in reference to the sullen interrogator from earlier. She meekly said "yes" but didn't act like it was a big deal, then posed for a picture with me as the bartender snapped one on her camera. I decided to just ignore him.
We chatted for probably a half hour after this about various music-related stuff. I teased her for a minute when she admitted to being a former emo kid. She said she played guitar but about the only things she ever learned were old Nirvana and Smashing Pumpkins songs. I complimented her on her taste in music again and said I was the same way on guitar (truth), then encouraged her to get some friends together and start a band. I then said I'd start one with her if she was shy about it and briefly mentioned that I'd been in a band before. This didn't lead anywhere, but I stayed in set and she was maintaining EC and she kept her legs facing me the whole time. I was IN with this girl for an hour and developed some real chemistry. Awesome!
During the course of the conversation, I asked her for her name and FB closed her (she said she has over 600 facebook friends...not so good). It worked very organically and smoothly. We kept talking for a while after. At some point I also asked this brunette if the blond, who I'd seen here before a few times, was dating the fratboy who kept hanging on her. The response: "Well, kinda..." This gives me the greenlight I wanted to be more assertive in gaming the blond the next time I see her, but nothing else came of it tonight.
We fluffed some more with the brunette's sullen bf watching from a distance until they finally left. He made a big show of announcing to the entire bar "OK, we're leaving and she's going home with ME!" After chatting with and kino-ing his girl for the past hour, I just laughed off the bf's bullshit.
So, in the end, I FB closed the brunette and I vibed well with the hired gun bartender and a blond who I know hangs out there sometimes looking for dick. I consider these things to be positives, especially after the rocky times I've had lately.
Regarding the brunette... this is a girl I am truly fucking attracted to and I was proud of myself for approaching and doing so well with her tonight. If it hadn't been for the chode "bf" (who she didn't seem to give a damn about) I'd have tried to at least kiss close. As it is, I did ok. Not sure how to run the Facebook game from here, but I'll cross that bridge.
Anyway... the night wears on. Most of the fratboys leave. The blonde eventually takes off with her "bf." I close my tab (which was shockingly low... I think the bartender hooked me up) and hang out for a few minutes outside chatting with some random, cool guy about movies while a guy and a girl in the background giggle to themselves over the nerdiness of our conversation.
QUESTIONS
1. How should I try initiating the Facebook game with the brunette now that I've closed her?
2. Any suggested cool ways for re-establishing rapport with the blond the next time I see her? I know that's just a matter of time.
3. Would it have been wise to just ignore the "bf" completely and keep escalating right in front of him? I had some real smooth chemistry going with this girl and I feel like it may have been possible to f-close either of them tonight.
4. Any ideas for what to do with this bartender? I'm not sure if she still has a bf, and hired guns are definitely not my specialty, but we now vibe ok together in a friendly way after I dropped the ball on some major IOIs years ago. That ended with me getting drunk in front of her and her rejecting me with "I don't go out with guys I meet when I'm working." Now she hooks me up with drinks whenever I drop by and chat but I don't get a sexual vibe from her.
Any other random thoughts, tips, and observations are very much appreciated, as always.
Thanks for reading!
Life is good, my friends!
