Last night was poker night! Afterwards, I talked my socially inept friends into going out to the bar. One is married and the other two haven't gotten laid in a good long while. One of them, maybe never... So armed with my limited experience I've gained from you guys, a sarging we went.

These guys were just BLOWN away by how easy I made it look. Well, uh, it's not hard. HB8 Girl at the bar with a tall interesting looking drink? "Hey! What the hell is that?!" It's (vodka and peach something, I don't remember...) She dips her straw in the glass and leans right up against me and slips some in my mouth. HB9 sitting by herself in the room with the stage? "Why are you over here all by yourself?" Her phone is plugged into the only wall socket she could find. She's from out of town, was there to see the band that played. Chat her up for a bit, and a moving on I go.

So we walk out to the patio out back and while standing there for a second, I see two girls come out (HB 6 and 8) and they're looking over the crowd for someone. I let them look for a second and say, "I'm right here!" I'd never been there before, so the "Have you been here before?" line worked in this case. It was an easy in. Her: "What? You've never been here before? I don't believe you..." She's engaged. Eye contact, facing me, subtle smirk on her lips. My "buddy" chimes in..."YEAH, HE'S A VIRGIN!" then mumbles "to this place." -_- She walks away.

So I correct him, tell him what he could have said instead...lol.

So I'm chatting up everyone. Lesbians, gay dudes, girls, guys, EVERYONE! Make your way around, be seen. I start layin down what you guys have taught me. Don't give a fuck, abundance mentality, get in good with her friends, eye contact, kino escalation, body language...the whole bit.

I'm by NO means an expert at this. But in the last couple of months, I've come a long long way.

Last story, but at the end of the night, I approached this solid HB9. We're talking, flirting, etc. I see some dude off to the side like he's waiting for her. But she couldn't care less, she's much too busy talking to me. I whip out my phone and tell her to put her number in. She says, "What's my name again?" FUCK. This is the weakest point of my game right now. I have a TERRIBLE problem with names. I do my best to convince people it's nothing personal, but I just fucking suck. I think I need to elevate the importance of it in my mind. I remember things I find important.

But I digress. More AFC's in training gents.

My motto? Progress, not perfection.

Much love.