Just what you all wanted: Another New Year's Eve field report!

Background: I am a 24M living in a small midwestern city with a major public university. Up until a few months ago, I had major problems with women, mostly stemming from a LTR that ended with her cheating on me because I had become distant emotionally and geographically. Regardless, my current location is typically a great place to meet twentysomething women, due to the large state university in town. Currently, I do pretty well with women. I usually have 3-4 girls willing to spend time with me at any given time, but I don't think my game is anything special at the moment. Anyways, NYE takes place over winter break, so pickings were a little slim.

Setting: Downtown bar. Not a sleazy joint, but popular with college kids and a younger crowd. It's a party place, not a chill lounge (which is what I typically prefer). I leave a house party to meet up with a few friends at this bar, around 10:30.

Me and three other dudes. My good friend -incredibly handsome but with insane AA- is the reason I'm there.

Early on: Strikeouts left and right. There are a lot of guys there. First thing I did was make some friendly/flirty banter with the hot bartender, just to get myself in the right mindset. I'm just hanging out with my friends, and every once in a while I'd leave to go open someone.

First was a girl at the bar. HB7. Her friend was clearly hammered, so I simply said, "Babysitting tonight?" and the conversation went from there. I wasn't very interested, so I ejected soon after getting her name.

I had about four other approaches. During two I got the feeling the girls were just out to be bitches and relished the shutdown. Now, I realize that Seddit would urge me to soldier on, I did not, for two reasons:

  1. I'm not at that level yet. I understand the theory, but I'm not prepared to put into practice the tactics to knock down a bitch shield and shatter her feeling of invincibility.

  2. I don't like spending time on girls like that, at least not right now. I'd rather spend my time on a HB7 who expresses a little interest than a HB9/10 who thinks she's queen of the universe. Perhaps when my game evolves, I'll appreciate the challenge.

The other two approaches were girls who had boyfriends who interjected. On one occasion, the guy simply pulled her away, and on another I shook his hand, wished them happy new year, and went on my way.

Success: I see a blonde girl, HB7.5. She's curvy -good curvy, and I'm a sucker for blondes with booty- well-dressed, and I lock eyes with her several times during the evening. I was a bit discouraged from my earlier failures, and I saw her walking around with some guy, so at first I didn't approach.

Midnight hit, and I was actually chatting with a long-lost friend who just got home from Mongolia. Ran into him randomly. I turned and kissed some random girl at 12. Lame NYE kiss.

I was heading back from the bar with my drink when I pass HB7.5 and hear the guy with her drunkenly slur that she "should come with [him] to San Francisco because it's so beautiful." She makes eye contact with me and looks a little bewildered, so I walk up -paying no attention to the guy- put my hand on her lower back, and ask "did he just ask you to move across the country with him?"

Her: Yeah, I think so... he's really drunk.

Me: Wow... that's super smooth. One of the many reasons to love NYE, right?

Her: It's definitely not my favorite holiday. I don't go out too much.

Me: So why are you here if you're a party pooper? Are you with someone?

Her: Just my friend, I think she's dancing.

Me: Are you girls students here? It's winter break and you're still in [town name]? (This is boring, I know, but I find it reasonable to ask given that we live in a college town.)

Her: No, I actually live here, but I travel a lot, thank god! I went to [small private university in town, my alma mater].

Me: KINO. No way, I went to [university] too! Where do you work that you get to travel so much?

Her: For an auto auction company, we sell classic cars on TV and--

Me: KINO KINO KINO. Cutting her off- Is it [pretty famous classic car auction company]?

Her: YES! You're the first person to ever know what it is! Why do you know that?

Time to move: At this point I know I'm in. I tell her we need to go somewhere quieter to talk, so I take her hand and lead her to a quieter area with couches, billiards tables, and chairs. I explain that I like cars, work in the auto industry, etc... Conversation is great. BONUS: turns out she's rich. Like, 1%er rich.

Time to go: Mid-conversation, her friend comes up and tells her their cab is here. She waves her friend off and looks a little annoyed.

Me: You have to leave? That's too bad...

Her: Yeah, I really need to get all these drunk people home. I'm their mom for the night.

Me: Well listen, I enjoyed getting to know you. Give me your number. She gives it. I'm going to text you naughty things.

Her: Haha, sounds great.

Me: Did you get your New Year's kiss?

Her: No.... (This is too easy.)

Me: Well, you're getting one now. No hesitation, went in for it. She was happy. DOUBLE BONUS: as I kissed her, I gave the finger behind her back to my friend with AA who was standing by the wall with some dudes.

Follow up: A few minutes later, I text her "Naughty things!" and she loves it. Props to whoever came up with that. It's insanely effective. We text back and forth the next day and we have a date set up for this Saturday. Drinks at a chill lounge at 10, and I plan on having her back at my place by 11.

Notes: All of this took about 15-20 minutes. I was completely sober. My fastest k-close to date, which isn't saying much. But I don't dance or buy girls drinks, so I rely completely on my conversation and storytelling skills. I realize the kiss was sort of a gimme, considering it was NYE. But we're getting drinks in a few days and that's not a gimme.

TRIPLE BONUS: Best part of all this is that throughout the night (since 9PM) I was getting texts from a HB10 I know who shot me down for a coffee date three weeks prior. Gave her the cold shoulder after she said no, which I'm sure she wasn't used to, and I think it bugged her. I responded to her texts on my own time, and she hasn't stopped blowing me up since.

Criticism? I have a lot to learn.