So it's Bavarian night and there are maybe 2000 people willing to party. While some people come dressed in a traditional custome I put on a purple shirt and my hooded sweater. I leave my glasses at home and go with the contact lenses which makes me look at least decent.

Me and some friends are throwing a party in two weeks and I carry a stack of 25 invitations with me that I will give out to girls who catch my attention. It is very personal and only women with whom I have talked to for at least five minutes and who I seem to like will get one (yes, I'm picky).

So today's assignment reads as follows:

  • Have fun
  • Open only interesting sets
  • Come up with situational openers
  • Lead natural, but witty conversations
  • Kino like a boss
  • Give out the 25 invitations
  • Number-close the girl of the night

Ready, set, go!

A friend of mine is driving us to the party and I sit at the back with a handsome HB6. She plays with her phone, I tease her about it ("You aren't that shy, are you?") and her will is already broken. She feels comfortable from the very beginning and immediately gets into rapport mode. She qualifies herself but she already bores me. She's impressed when I get out of the car and a group of five people which I happen know greet me warm-heartedly. Social proof right at the beginning. Nice.

I can feel how she's initially trying to compete but I am already on fire. One of my habits is opening the first sets right at the entry. I talk to the cashiers and make little jokes here and there. Girls already eye me up. I upen a two-set with a blond HB6 and a black-haired HB7. Easy game. I ask if they brought my dirndl skirt and they already giggle. I focus on the HB6, treat her with kino while she happily jumps through my hoops and the HB7 is impressed enough to fight for my attention. I know they won't get one of my invitations.

After two minutes it starts to rain and I offer to go inside. I tell them we'll directly go to the bar where they play house and they follow. We loose each other for a few moments but they wait for me at the entrance of the bar. So I tell them I will buy myself a drink. They fall behind but I'm on my way and I don't look back because they were not that interesting and the game begins.

Right at the beginning I meet that girl I've always had a crush on. We made out once when I still was an AFC. She's an HB8 but so smart and confident that she blows all the other girls out of the water. Game doesn't work on her - she's immune. Every tease gets evaporated and she knows how to keep me in line. I kino with her friend but she's unimpressed. I talk to the alpha guys but she doesn't care. At least she pays me a drink but I can't start a deeper conversation because her best friend (an AFC) follows us at every turn and is doing a great job cockblocking. I could have needed a wing in this situation or come up with a brilliant line to separate her from that ugly dick. I know quite a lot about her and we talk about stuff we have in common. She wants to go outside to take a drag and I should not have followed her. On our way out a lot of girls and boys greet me and give me hugs but she doesn't look interested at all. We talk a bit outside, we go back in to find her friend, an HB6 who is quite receptive and leans in as I'm fooling around with her even though her boyfriend is right next to us. They leave for the restroom (deja-vu) and I look at it as an opportunity to fulfill my assignment.

At this point the night becomes almost surreal. It is as simple as reaching out for the fruits. It feels like a gigantic birthday party.

I hate to brag, seddit, but the sets open automatically when I drop my situational openers (thanks SniffyCrayon), conversations feel natural, spontaneous and slick. I run into nice girls and hand out quite a few of my invitations. One girl I open is a breath-taking, exotic-looking HB9 with black eyes, black hair and an adorable tan. A few years ago I would have shit my pants when thinking about talking to her. I refuse to look down on her body because I would definitely drop my mojo. Turns out she enjoys the conversation and my kino. She laughs a lot and we have a great time. After a while I tell her about my party, and that I would text her the details: "Just put your digits into my phone". I offer her a service, I'm not looking needy. It never felt that natural to get a phone number from a girl. We talk for a few more minutes (she is looking forward to my party) and I move on with gigantic balls of steel.

(In a funny moment I realize that I became the "go-to guy" of the night. Only a few weeks ago I was like most of my buddies: Tied down by their over-cautious behavior. It feels like I escaped from a prison. Some of them think I'm performing magic tricks while in reality all it takes is a gentle smile and some kind words.) I literally talked to any girl that caught my attention and was never once rejected. They were genuinely interested and felt bad when I left.

I turn around and interrupt the conversation of a cute little girl with what looks like her boyfriend. I just felt the vibes. So I break the rule once and directly invite her to my party. She's flattered. One gentle look to the guy is enough for him to leave. I say: "Sorry I didn't want to put off your boyfriend". And she laughs while replying: "No he's not my boyfriend". So the game is on. I really get to like this girl. She has the most beautiful teeth I've ever seen and when I neg her she's laughing out loud and rolls her eyes. People around us already notice that we both enjoy it. I kino like a pro and move her to the bar. She pays for an energy drink and we are standing real close now, all eyes on me. She is a 22 year old HB8.5 and has a perfectly symmetrical face. She's playful and exactly my type.

I speak calmly into her ear and start escalating. No refusal there. I ask her to put her digits into my phone but she tells me she can't. Uh oh...Turns out she is in a four-year long relationship but they are going through some rough times. Fuck. By this time we have already built up a strong connection and she tells me everything. Chances are high they will break up soon. I tell her I'm not that guy who hits on girls who already have a significant other. While she is still holding my phone I tell her to insert a fake number then. She typed in her real one.

They have a gigantic panorama canvas at this place (about 70m long and 14m high) and I put her right in front of it. They project slowly moving skylines of big cities onto that thing and we share a wonderful moment of total silence. It feels like visiting all those places with her. We both get that certain feeling. It is hard not to make out, we both know this. After a while I bring her back to her friends and she looks sad as I tell her that I will leave now. It feels like leaving something special behind.

I see another nice girl and we talk. After five minutes I reach into my pocket to hand her an invitation but there is none left. Bad luck for her :P

Oh there's my old crush again. Cockblock is ready to...block. Boring conversation. I move her to the bar and Mr. Block leaves us alone for the first time. I look deeply into her eyes but she does not hold eye contact. Unfortunately I select a completely inappropriate conversation topic (Fuck, I should have told her: "You won! Now that you bought me a drink you get to pick the topic of our conversation!") and while we stand there her friends are waving her over. So she just walks off and leaves me at the bar. She turns around half-way and invites me to join -- foolish me accepts. Lame. It would have been much better to keep my frame and stay at the bar. Now I look needy. Naturally we end up with smalltalk once again. Suddenly I think "fuck it" and start cold reading her next to our AFC. I tell her she's tired and that nobody entertained her tonight. AFC wants to interrupt but I say: "Just two more minutes, buddy." Now I have her attention. I give her a very personal compliment and eject with a smile. I will not win her but he will neither ;) (This was probably lame, too. Any opinions?)

It is late and I'm exhausted from six hours of flirting on steroids so I chat up a few girls who drive me home. I get escorted to the car by two HB6 (didn't ask for it, not interested at all) and as I think about the night I can't help but feel empty. I was a ladies-man throughout the night and must have looked like a playboy but in the end I felt no better than any average guy in there.

On our way to the car I simply smile at a girl and tell her I love her hair. She jumps around like a happy easter bunny on crack.

So, seddit... Tonight I was "that guy" and I tell you what you already know: An honest compliment, a little neg and a nice smile brings you a long way. It is all you need to chat up girls. But then again if you look out for a specific HB, you will need more than that. If she is not single, don't be a dick and keep your hands above the waist. Bad luck if she is tired and not down to party. Try not to be a drama queen (Maybe I did).

Questions? Advice? Drop a comment and let's talk ;)

Edit: Typos :D