Preface: It's a Thursday night. A bunch of the guys (think meathead, lothario types) from my club soccer team have decided to kick back and grab some beers after a solid win. We end up at one of the local bars nearby, still wearing our gear from the game and most likely stinking up the place. Anyways, our waitress - a petite, brunette smokeshow with piercing hazel eyes and a tight sexy body - sits us down at one of the booths in the back.

From the get-go the scene is a bombardment of crude pick-up attempts at any opportunity, ranging from cocky funny to TuckerMax syndrome to out-of-place negging. On top of the influx of attention she is receiving, I am seated furthest away so essentially have no shot at this seduction. So I decide to let this one go. Two of the players on the team are close buddies of mine who I haven't seen in a while. I shoot the shit with them, but maintain strong eye contact with her when she's around and it's given. She is a bombshell so at least I can have some fun looking at her.

Towards the end of the night, I remember getting up at some point to go pee and bumping into her. We exchange a few flirtations (the first real contact of the night) and, before I go off, I ask if she can charge my phone at the bar because the battery was dying. She agrees. I come back to the table and think nothing of it - No in my mind I didn't realize was some sort of shit test!

Fast-forward a half hour or so. We've paid the bill after some elementary mistakes on her part and everyone's starting to split up. I almost forgot that our barista coquette has my phone behind the bar (alcohol somehow does that to you) and she actually reminds me. I flirt with her some more, teasing about her love for attention from meathead rogues as she hands me back my phone and a folded receipt slip, which I assume to be mine. (This is stupid on my part because I just signed mine at the table not more than 5 minutes ago). We exchange names, a hug and a goodnight. Only later do I discover a number on the back. Fuck yes!

In hindsight, BE THE EXCEPTION. The unsung hero.

Moving forward, here is the text game over the span of a couple days:

Me: Hey its [DrSL] from the gang of soccer hooligans from earlier. You should let me know when you're off sometime, and ya know … we can work out that faux pas with the bill ;)

HB9: Hey there. Hahaha, yes I owe you at least 2 drinks. Probably 3. I'll definitely let you know :).

HB9: So [DrSl] are you free tuesday night?

Me: Booked - lacrosse game. Thurs would be ideal… does that work for you?

HB9: I just have something from 8-10.

Me: So afterwards? That's fine with me

HB9: Okay perfect

Me: Okay let's do drinks then. What's your poison of choice?

HB9: Drinks sounds great. Haha I am a big beer girl.

HB9: And judging by those pitchers I'm assuming that's no problem.

Me: Lucky for you, I've been on a big beer kick ever since I got back from Europe

HB9: Ooh lucky me! I drink other things too if you're sick of beer. Totally up to you. Where in Europe were you?

Me: No way, beer is good. I was in Eastern Europe this summer for the eurocup slash visiting fam

HB9: Ok sweet. Wow, that's awesome. I am ashamed to say I've never traveled outside the country. I would love to hear about your trip

Me: Not even the quintessential college spring break in Mexico!? Well I must say its quite interesting out there. Def give it a try sometime

HB9: Hahaha yeah not really you're "spring break" in Mexico kind of girl. I went to [insert respectable academic institution]

HB9: Your*

HB9: As she corrects her basic grammar error. Anyway, what about you?

Me: Two things: 1) You might be on reddit 2) Not quite. Been to Mexico a few times but primarily for business dealings involving a certain white powder

Me: Just Kidding. I don't run an extensive international drug network. But I did go to [insert neighboring university], so that does make us rivals

HB9: 1) actually I'm not, but I can see why you'd think so 2) aw man! I've always wanted to have a beer with a Mexican drug lord 3) uh oh. Are we gonna have to fight?

Me: Haha I would challenge you to a beer fest, but our lacrosse team has beaten yours so many times that I'd feel bad ;)

HB9: No way man, you're on. Buut, then again, I've never even been to a [university] sporting event.

Me: Done. Beerathon on Thurs, it's on. Or if you prefer a more favorable and fair comp, that's fine with me. Personally I'm pretty bad at naked wrestling

HB9: Really? I doubt that. But listen, let's just start with the beerathon.

… texts go on to basically solidify the plan.

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Thoughts? Gimme the good, the bad, and the ugly. I am new to seddit but love everything it stands for. I'm hoping for some input on text game cause, after reading some field reports, I would qualify you guys as true warrior poets.

If people are interested, I can post how it all played out.