As an introvert trying to break out of his shell I've been studying seduction for a few months now, not just to pick up girls, but to meet new people. Last night I decided to learn the way I learn best: by doing.

Now I'll begin with where the learning took hold. A girl friend of mine texted me at around 5 that night asking me if I would care to accompany her to the beach. Now the girl is a HB9, but I have the misfortune of having deep feelings for her and being solidly in the friend zone, which I tried unsuccessfully to escape (a learning experience for another time). I replied that I'd been thinking about heading to the beach myself and a witty joke about telepathy.

I then remembered my car was in the shop and I wouldn't be able to make it. I asked her if she would like to give me a ride, to which she assured me was no trouble at all. Well, time started passing and I felt it necessary to ask whether she was coming to get me or not, to which she responded "Or not". Rather blunt, I'm not sure what solicited it, but I decided to ignore it. No worries eh? Her loss. I took the safe road and decided not to respond and let her initiate the next social contact rather than make a snarky reply, I would still like to be friends with the girl.

Now after this I felt what can only be described as a stirring in my loins. I called a friend and informed him that he was on wingman duty for the night, a task he enthusiastically accepted, bless him. We decided to meet up with a group of friends at the local bar.

We arrive at the bar, myself ensuring to walk in held up high with a large grin on my face. Here is where mistake number one occurred. I was so busy ensuring my body language was perfect that I failed to notice a chair in front of my legs. Direct face plant. Normally this would be a dealbreaker, but as everyone in the bar laughed I decided to turn it to my favor. Laughing louder than anyone else I inquired openly to all present if they thought I should drink anymore for the evening. Laughter, and I was confident my image was repaired sufficiently.

Now I was scoping out my territory. I attempted eye contact with several prospective tables, but most seemed to put off by my amazing stunt. I was able to make contact with a threesome of two HB6's and an HB8. Now since this was my first expedition I decided to play it safe and target the brunette HB6, as I'm a sucker for brunettes. Approaching their table casually I inquired if any of them had aspirin, as the chair had assaulted my leg rather violently. Laughter. I settled in, buying a round of shots. Now there were definite IOIs from the two HB6s and a definite cordial attitude from the HB8, who ended up leaving about 20 minutes in to meet friends somewhere. Now my conversation was flawless, but my body language was lacking as at this point I was actually inebriated. Here's where my wingman saved me. He approaches with great ardor, informing the girls that they had stolen away his favorite man in the world.

Now the second HB6 had probably a bit too much to drink, as she started becoming rather hostile, as was confirmed by her friend's selective eye rolls. I signaled to my friend to give me a hand. While wingman was working on HB6 (obstacle) I decided to escalate with HB6 (target). Keeping very intimate eye contact, using selective silence, and some kino skill that I didn't know I had, I managed to separate her from the friend. We stepped outside for a cigarette where I began considering my close. Settling on a safe #close I texted my friend, telling him I needed an escape excuse (I'm toying with the idea that closing works better when the target thinks your expiration date is coming soon). He arrives informing the her that he and I had work tomorrow and that he had to steal me back from her.

I told her of the great fun I'd had that night conversing with her and that I'd love to do it again soon, she agreed. I inquired about her phone number and was rewarded.

All in all I think it was a successful first foray into the field. I was able to successfully practice what I'd learned and make a fairly successful attempt at a recovery. Moral of the story? Get out there and practice what our fine sedditors preach, because it does work as long as you're confident in your ability to put it into practice.