I just started gaming this month after a long hiatus. I'm rusty but it's coming back. Some of the nights have been rough, and some have been awesome. One of my first nights I was so in the zone that I had a girl ask me unironically if I was God incarnate. She couldn't tell if I was serious when I told her I was 503 years old. But mostly it's been nonstop blowouts and boatloads of AA. I rate girls because it's relevant to how they respond and gives me a barometer for the strength of my approach, I know it's crass, but it's practical. I'm 6' with a pretty face, but I'm skinny fat, I can barely bench press the bar for 10. My fashion is on point. Some random pickup dude called me a 6 the other day. I think of myself as a 10 though.

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I walk into the bar, and fuck up by not approaching the first couple girls I see on the first floor. I climb up to the second and walk around for a minute, before finally getting my shit together and approaching a large girl, 3, sitting by herself. I do a quick introduction and start talking about my drive here in as excited a tone I can muster. She's looking at me like I'm weird but likes the attention. I get bored after 1 minute and give her a 'great talking to you have a wonderful night.'

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I walk over near the upstairs bar. I've broken the seal so the next couple approaches are easier.

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Tap on the shoulder of a 6, full backturn lol.

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I walk a couple steps and tap on the shoulder and introduce myself to one more girl around the crowded bar, about a 7, "Hello I'm Hubble" I get a slightly annoyed hello and she doesn't volunteer her name. I keep going, I'm noting in my head that I'm awesome for having the balls to do those and I'm doing a great job of not hesitating before the next girl.

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I look to my left and see this black smokeshow 9.5ish. She's eating nachos with her 7 friend, and two older dudes I don't even notice until later. I walk up and immediately start describing my apartment in an authoritative and dramatic tone, no introduction. "Look, my apartment has this door. Sometimes people walk into the door, sometimes people walk out of it, sometimes it's a few people and sometimes it's many. Now <dramatic pause> next to the door is carpet, and that carpet isn't white <pause> it's not red either. It's off white!" her:" yeah that's normal wear and tear" me: "exactly, it's always a little dirty. I've come to terms with the dirt, you might say I've reached carpet nirvana." She starts laughing really hard. I'm getting pupil fluctuation from her, but not quite the diameter I want yet for a kiss. I'm starting to feel icy, even if it isn't intense. I talk for a minute about the memory palace I made in my apartment with the same tone.

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Her friend:" Okay what drugs are you on right now?"

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Me:" literally none, I promise" (I didn't want to qualify here and I wasn't super happy about stopping my flow, but I also wanted to be relatable.)

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Both of them start saying that they don't believe me, and that this isn't the place for this type of silly conversation.

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Smokeshow: "this is the kind of conversation you have at 4 in the morning on a coke bender." (paraphrase)

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I keep the frame: I talk about how I get to spend all my work time in the super logical, why entertain the middle ground when I can also play in the nonsensical? This is improvised.

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They accept it. We start talking drugs for a bit. About this time the old dudes(who I assume bought them nachos), disappear. I screen for some logistics. They're asking questions about me. I'm balancing being normal and chill, and taking the authoritative tone and intense eye contact for spice. The smokeshow suggests we go to the friend's place a drop shrooms. I've just started gaming again so I'm thinking "holy fuck I can't believe I'm pulling this off!" but I'm also feeling myself maintain the ice. I get to talking to the friend for a bit. Eventually I get Bambi-eyes from her finally. I'm about 10 minutes into this set. The point here was to have her fully on my team for the pull, and she also started being the focal point of the conversation so I went with it.

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Unfortunately while I'm focused on the friend some buff model looking dude with no game saddled up beside the smokeshow and is talking to her. He's quiet, has no presence, isn't even squared up, and is running the normal boring question shtick. He had the opportunity to box me out when I wasn't paying attention and he didn't take it. Hey when you look like that you don't need game, selection pressure at its most pure. The smokeshow is still eyeing me. I haven't hit Bambi with her but since the social hook she's been pressing her leg against mine. I wish I had caressed it a little, I hesitated when considering it.

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I'm torn at this point. I want to pull these girls, but I also promised myself I'd only be popping in for a quick 30 minutes to do the emotional nonsense exercise, and then go get some work done. I'm also shy about busting out the nonsense again to get the smokeshow's attention(derp). Later in the night I staircase wit Todd Valentine's AMOG move of pointing out that a dude encroaching on your set is trying to pick her up. I decide to let it go, and I don't grab the number because she doesn't live in the area.

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I'm so psyched about this romp, Hubble is back baby! I chatted up the hottest girl in the bar, blew out a couple dudes, and had the pull all lined up in 10 minutes. Maybe it doesn't seem like much because I didn't close, but all of the ingredients that I want were there in rough form.