As of a week ago, I'm spending a couple of months in a new town, so I'm building a new social circle. It's a reasonably hip part of town, so my neighbors run towards being awesome, so I've begun hanging with some of them. One turned out to be an awesome wingman (we'll call him Wing).

So, we went out to some nearby bars on Friday night. It was me, Wing and my next door neighbor who's an HB7 and really sweet and friendly, who we'll call Maggie, who joined us later.

Things started off kinda slow, as it's been a while since I've done bar game. I chatted with Wing, had a beer, and a look around. I made eye contact with and then opened a two set while Wing was pissing, by making fun of my target's (HB9) shoes being weather inappropriate. I got shot down quickly but politely (they just wandered off; target first and the other to find her friend 30 seconds later). But, the first set is always the hardest. What I did wrong, for those following along at home:

  1. I failed to maintain eye contact once the interaction started. She was a bit confrontational, and I found myself looking to her friend who remained seated and was less intimidating. Weak sauce, and I'm embarrassed I failed so quickly.
  2. She threw me off-balance by immediately taking control of the situation and telling me to do things ("stand right here", "no here", "perfect", while she hid from some other guy). I knew better than to just comply with her, of course (and my natural urge is not to do what random people tell me to do, regardless), but my response wasn't as comfortable and confident as it could have been.

In short, she played hardball from the get-go, as can be expected from a really good looking woman, and my club game was really rusty. Basically, I went in bold with a mild insult, and when she came back strong, I backed down. I like her more after that interaction, actually, so I hope I do see her again.

Around then Maggie arrived, we got more beers, and Wing opened up a MF two set by sitting down at their table, saying, "You guys don't mind if we join you, right?" Girl is an HB7, and I think Wing may have had eyes for her, but she took to me like white on rice, leaning across her date to get closer to me to hear what I was talking about. I did the standard, "How do you guys know each other?" and they'd met online, and seemed to be ambivalent about whether it's a relationship or not.

We decide to head to another bar, and guy goes to close his tab, while HB7 and I keep chatting. I've been travelling a lot lately, so I have some cool stuff to talk about, and she was lapping it up. Wing sees guy head outside, so we go to meet him and start walking. But guy gets distracted talking to another girl (he might have some game), so we hang out a bit more to wait for him. HB7 meanwhile continues getting more into me; leaning into me a bit, etc., and showing loads of IOIs.

We stop on the way for a beer (yeah, on the way from a bar, to a bar, and we stop for refreshment on the way; I don't usually drink this much while sarging, and it started to hurt my game by the end of the night). I start to chat up one of the girls (HB8) that works there, as I pour myself some water from a cooler...spilling it all over the floor. Girl laughs and points out that I'm making a mess, and guy beside her assists by pushing the cooler forward and starts to clean up. "How embarrassing. I've lost the ability to pour water, and I've made a terrible mess. My friends have all left me. This is the worst night ever." Girl says she'll be my friend in this time of need. I thank the dude for cleaning up my mess and the girl for being such a dear friend (light kino), and head to catch up with the group. I've hit my stride at this point, where even when I'm being stupid and looking like a total dork, I can get IOIs from the prettiest girl in the room. Confidence and the smell of other women on you makes all the damned difference in the world.

I head outside, and find that HB7 from first club is waiting for me by the door, while the rest of the crew has already walked out ahead a half block or so. So, she's clearly a smitten kitten. She hangs back with me, and we keep chatting and having some fun. Wing being a goddamn champ, keeps her guy occupied with random chatter at the front of the group about ten feet ahead. Somewhere along the way, before we separated out, I also did a surprisingly accurate cold read of the guy...and it makes him seem boring and predictable because I could recognize those things just by looking. I didn't really intend to blow him out, as HB7 wasn't really firing my cylinders at that point, despite being cute and very sweet, but I think I probably did at that point, at least a little bit.

Get to the new club. I'm waiting in line, not sure if Maggie is buying a round for everyone or if I need to get my own drink situation lined up. So, I'm loitering.

An HB9+ (she's a solid 10 in my book, but I have peculiar taste) pulls up beside me. She looks like she's not sure if she's in the right place, so I say, "Are you confused? Because you look confused." Imagine that...a completely shitty opener, for the hottest girl I've seen all night. But it's the first thing that came to mind, and I moved fast with it, because I wasn't letting an HB9 go by without chatting her up. It actually hooked, though, and she said, "I'm not sure. Is this the line for the bar?" And we chat from there, having a quite animated conversation of two minutes or so while I wait for my drink and such (which does appear momentarily, which is nice social proof). She has some things in common with Wing, so they have a nice little conversation after I introduce them, as well. At this point, it's time to hit up the outside deck, and so I part ways with HB9+ for the time being (I'm obviously not going to follow her to the bar).

We move outside, sort of settle in a corner, and I immediately open a nearby four set, two couples, just to keep things moving and interesting. I went in kinda hot, with a not quite but almost insult of one of the guys (it wasn't actually intended to be an insult, it was actually a sincere but humorous compliment delivered in a mildly drunken manner), and the other guy called me an asshole soon after. But, they all came around to see things my way, with the cutest girl in the group leading the way, and invited me to join them at their table moments later sitting next to the cute girl (see, I've really hit my stride at this point, and can seemingly get away with anything). Asshole game, when done in really good humor is actually really effective. Cutest girl asked for my number later that night when the bar was closing. I'm not super into either of the girls, but I liked the group as a whole. They're nerdy, but hip, guys kinda like I was ten years ago, so I'm fond of them, and enjoyed chatting with them about random crap.

Meanwhile, HB9+ and her crew come looking for me and Wing, and find us; me surrounded by a couple of girls. Awesome!

I play it cool, and introduce them around to my new friends at the table, and meet her crew. Wing spots a curly haired redhead that he likes among her crew, so things are looking up for everybody. Unfortunately, her crew also includes her boyfriend, who she lives with and moved to the area with recently. So, this is a pretty significant hurdle. We chatter away, me flirting in a mostly funny way (since her boyfriend is in range the whole time) through the night with HB9+, lots of push-pull and mild kino. I joked with her boyfriend and the rest of her crew, just to keep them disarmed in the situation.

The night wound down as the bar started closing up. HB7 from the earlier club comes to find me to give me her number. She's all over me, leaning in, smiling, making strong eye contact, etc. Sweet. By this time, I'm finding myself liking her quite a bit, but I was liking damned near everyone by then. But, she has to go when her ride goes, so we parted ways.

HB9+ doesn't offer her number, probably because she's with the boyfriend, but she does make a point of asking if I'll be there next week. I say, "Maybe. Do you guys come here every week?" She said, "Yes, definitely, we'll be here next week. You should come."

So, here's my conundrum, seddit: What do I do about HB9+? I have confidence I'll see her again at some point. I know she's attracted to me, as the IOIs were there from the get-go and she came looking for me later. And, of course, I'm definitely attracted to her. I think this is one of those "biological fitness" situations that some PUAs talk about, where I could say or do pretty much anything and she'd be attracted, and vice versa...though I think it'll take a lot more than that to actually close. (Also, I was incredibly drunk by the end of the night, so I actually was saying ridiculous stuff, though nothing AFC...just using a lot more push than I usually run, and doing it not as subtly as I would when sober...and she was still giving IOIs.)

I've read some about extremely direct game lately, and it has a certain appeal to me in this case. Particularly this article: http://roissy.wordpress.com/2009/11/05/telling-a-girl-how-you-will-seduce-her/

Seems to me that's some pretty strong mojo. So, I'm thinking next time I see her, ascertaining that the attraction is still there, isolate and either say:

"It's a shame you're already in a happy relationship. Otherwise I would seduce you."

Or:

"It's a shame you're already in a relationship. It's going to make it more difficult to seduce you."

Any better boyfriend killer options in this situation?