This is just a funny FR, cause I feel like sharing. Dunno what value it has, but hopefully it helps someone.

Went out boozin' with the bossman last night. At about 9, he called it a night and I was left without a wing (not that he's a good wing, he's terrible. Fact remains I was alone). Well, fuck that shit. I was in a good state and tipsy, so I went out. About two blocks down, there's a bar where I used to go for trivia night, so I popped in. I saw the owner (who knows me at this point and always smiles at me) and the hot bartender (who definitely knows me and whom I am trying to seduce).

I ask hot bartender why she wasn't in two weeks ago. She says she didn't come in because she had a black eye. I say, "You better not tell me you ran into a door." She says, "I ran into a door." Lol. I tell her that if she is being abused, she better tell me. She says "don't worry about it." Looking this over, it seems AFC, but really it's the way you say things that's important. Case-in-point, I have a natural friend who says that there's a way you can talk to women that absolutely turns them on. I haven't completely gotten there yet, but I see how it could work.

So I order my drink. Somehow I get into a conversation with this old hippy guy wearing a trees t-shirt. I have no idea wtf he's talking about, but I am entertained and he's with a girl. At one point he attempts to call the gal his girlfriend but she says, "NO I'M NOT, I'm your daughter!" IOI. I'm ignoring the gal, except for giving her looks every now and then. Eventually, like a viper, I strike. The first thing I say is cocky-funny. Then I give her shit. Then I make fun of her. Dad is interjecting every now and then, but he can't stop this train, not now. Me and the girl are locked in. I break rapport and go outside. When I come back in, they are both there waiting for me. Almost looking for me. "Where is that interesting guy we were talking to," they seem to be saying. I reopen them. I have value. I am interesting. The gal says she wants to go out and smoke. I say I'll join her. At one point, she says how she used to strip. But now she goes to college. Looking to be a nurse. I say, "that's great. You want to help people. I think that's really cool. I like you." I smile.

We're outside. She gets something out of her car and bends over. She's got a great ass. We're talking. I think, "should I kiss her?" I don't. I should have, as I am following my gut more. However, it seemed off. Her old man comes outside and starts shouting or something. She says, "I have to take him home."

At one point, and I don't remember when, I got her number. I said, "we should go out Wednesday" (at the time, it was tomorrow). She says "ok." It must've been before we went outside, but to be honest, I was fucking wasted and can't remember at this time.

We come back inside. I sit down on the banquet (previously we were at the bar). She hits the head and comes back. I pat the seat next to me and we sit. I tell her Wednesday's no good and that we should hang out Thursday. One thing about being high value is that your plate is always full. Thursday's the weekly meetup for south bay guys. Oh well, I hope they understand. At this point I tell her that I already have a ton of Brittanys in my phone, and that I need a picture. She says (teasingly), "noooo," but I take out my phone and get a pic anyway. Wouldn't you know it, she smiles.

I wasn't even planning on picking up. I just went in to flirt with the hot bartender. But fuck me if I didn't get laid because of it. I guess the lesson is, don't go home when you can be hitting on women.