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One of the best investments I've made over the past year is spending a lot of time, energy, and money becoming a VIP at a local city club. Becoming good friends with the bouncers, and eventually the owner can do wonders for picking up girls. I'll certainly be writing in the future about the exact process I took to basically "buy" a club, but for now I'll just say that I'm currently well connected.

One of the advantages I have when I'm at this club is that I have my main bouncer scour the club for potential hotties, and give them free VIP access at my booth.

A weekend ago I was down there on a Friday night with a relatively large party, so there was no room at my booth. The bouncer came over to me, pointed at a table down the way where two girls were standing. "There's two ladies there just looking for guys to buy them a drink," he joked and gave me a wink.

I grabbed a friend and approached.

"I hear there are some ladies looking for some guys to buy drinks over here."

"Yeah, that's us!" A brunette answered.

"Excellent! We're looking for girls to buy us drinks! This could work out!" I replied with a smile.

"Buy your own drinks!" The second girl, a blond, replied with a look of disapproval.

"What are you talking about? We're pretty people, we don't buy drinks!" I replied with a grimace.

"Are you gay? Why are you wearing a suit?" The brunette responded. That's the best she had. As I've mentioned before I wear suits as a matter of course when I'm gaming. The bluntness of her statement was a disappointment.

To those who decry pick up artists and the seduction community, I say shame! We're bringing wit and humor back to conversation. Instead of worrying about us, you should worry about people like this! All she had up her sleeve was "Are you gay?" An incredibly disappointing lack of game coming from a girl who was trying her hardest to game.

Don't get me wrong, if there's a chance to have a genuine, humor-filled conversation, I'll jump at the chance. But instead you've got dolled-up bitches like this, trolling clubs, looking to take advantage of nice-guys' wallets and bruise a few egos before going home to remind themselves that lifetime told them they're princesses.

I went into battle mode. Why would these girls really act like this? Such poor attitudes, with the main motivation of shutting guys down. Explain to me why our culture has degraded to this sort of social interaction! In light of girls like this, it should be said that what I do is nothing short of a public service.

"Why am I wearing a suit?" I repeated back. "Why aren't you wearing a suit?"

The brunette looked at me with a disgusted look, "what? I'm girl, that's why."

I decided to pull out the first gun. "Oh, you see, I'm a feminist," I began. "I think women deserve equal rights and should be allowed to wear suits if they so choose!"

"Well... uh..." She was dumbfounded. She couldn't say she wasn't a feminist. She stammered for a few seconds. "Well I'm a feminist too!"

"Where's your suit then?" I prodded.

The blond and my friend were sufficiently distracted in their own conversation at this point.

"Well I mean, I could if I wanted. I'm just wondering what the occasion is for you." She replied, with less hostility.

"Oh, I just like to look good after work."

"What do you do?" She asked.

I went with my old standby job. "I'm the garbage man."

"What? No you aren't! You're lying to me!"

"Well now you're just insulting me! Are you saying that being a garbage man is so ridiculous that you instantly doubt my job?"

"Well.. uh.. no..."

"So garbage men can't put on suits and look fantastic after work?"

"No, I didn't mean that.. I'm just ... why did you come over here? We weren't even looking at you." It was impossible to get her to laugh, and she decided that maybe she needed more bitch shield. Unbelievable.

"You weren't were you? Ah, I see, you were looking the other way?"

"Yeah, we were." She said in a smug tone.

I looked past her in the direction she mentioned she was looking. There was one table with a lone guy. Not great looking. "Oh, so you were checking him out? Come on, I think we both know you can do better."

"What? No! I wasn't checking him out! You're crazy."

"It's ok if you think he's attractive. I don't judge. I also don't put down garbage men." I smiled.

Still, having a hard time getting much of a positive response. One thing was for certain, I had thrown her off her game.

"What is your end-game here? What do you think you're going to get talking to me?" She sneered.

My god, I wonder if she has any friends! "My end-game? What do you mean end game?"

"What do you think you're going to get out of coming over here?"

"Oh, honestly?" I paused and smiled. "Nothing. My date is over there," I pointed at a girl sitting elsewhere. Not actually my date, but a fun little white lie. "I'm just distracting you so my friend can meet your friend.

"WHAT!?" She gasped, looking genuinely surprised and hurt. "I'm the DECOYYY? I'M THE UGLY DECOYYYY????"

"Ugly is a bit harsh.." I replied.

"Oh my god, you are such an asshole." She responded.

I decided this was a good exit. I had absolutely no intention of following through with a girl of such a bitchy caliber. I turned to walk away.. but stopped and leaned in to her for one last thing.

"I'm an asshole, sure. But you liked it."

Then I walked away.

I later met up with my friend who recapped the girls' conversation after I left.

"He did to ME what WE DO to guys!" She cried.

Heh. That's my favorite phrase. It's something I've heard a lot recently. Even in a more joking environment, I recently had a girl comment after a few minutes of flirting, "oh my god, I can't get the best of you. No matter what I say, you always turn it around!"

Music to my ears. Girls acknowledging their game. It's like hearing a politician admit he lies.

Later that night I was on the dance floor when the two girls came up and started dancing on me hard. It wasn't sexy or in good fun, they were actually angry with me for harshing their buzz. I was astounded. Finally the blond pulled me aside.

"Why did you do that to my friend? She's really upset."

"Do what?" I asked innocently.

"You were a real asshole to her for no reason."

"I don't agree. I was just striking up conversation, then you two started insulting me. That's just not nice."

"Well the point is she's really upset."

"Well, maybe she can take this lesson home with her. If she acts like a bitch, she's not exactly going to meet nice guys. That goes for you too."

"Well I'm a bitch and I'm ok with it, but she's a nice girl! You shouldn't have been mean to her!"

"Then the best advice I have for you is to stop hanging out with her, you're starting to rub off on her."

Her eyes grew wide in anger. I decided to back down just a little.

"Ok, I'll make a deal with you."

"What's that?" She asked.

"I'll be nice to the next girl I meet... if you two be nice to the next guys you meet."

She looked at me, and I have to assume the irony of her accusations was sinking in.

I managed to be the only guy at the club that was able to captivate their attention the entire night. And I had to do so by being a jerk and getting negative attention. I suppose in some way I probably could've sealed the deal, but honestly, they were seriously bitchy and I had no interest.

I wish all girls could take this lesson home. Be nice to guys. We might just surprise you and be nice back.

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