Note: I don't understand the whole HB number thing. Is it totally subjective? Also, I'm new writing FRs, constructive criticism welcome.

2:30pm - Arrive at pool party, line and cover now in full effect. Not wanting to ruin my mood, I pretend I'm checking into the hotel and find my way to the party sans wristband. The crowd is a mix of mid-30s plebians, ridiculous cross-fit, tattoed, LA character guys and a sprinkling of top quality model/pornstar type girls.

The situation is inherently awkward because all the standard seats and lounges are already taken. I chat with a bored server who points me towards a spot that looked occupied but was not.

I chat with the guy lounging next to me who's an "artist." One of his friends is a large black dude who is the life of the party. He is wading from group to group of women making them laugh, occasionally lifting one out of the water, and introducing groups to each other. I try to take mental notes. The "artist" repetetively opens with "did you call your mothers?" (it was mother's day) in a concerned tone. It gets laughs but he still has to start a new thread.

I wade over to an Asian HB9 who appears to be part of an LMFAO impersonator's posse. She is dancing with her friend in the pool. I think of saying "hey no dancing in the deep end!" I don't do it.

One girl from artist's crew opens me with "Hi I'm so and so..." We talk for a minute.

I open another girl who seems to be part of the group with some dumb double rainbow comment about her hat. I generally chat up all the people in that 'group.'

Out of nowhere, two completely unrelated girls HB7&8 come really close to me in the water and then open me. HB7 them tells me I have a booger on my face and "wipes it off" with her hand. I say "oh, I'm sure it's water..." totally unfazed. Girls can use physical negs too. HB8 introduces herself (without me asking) and I tell her she has a doppelganger. Not a line, I literally know someone with her same name and a very similar face. Then they suddenly eject, in the middle of a perfectly engaging conversation. The HB8 says "I'll be back" apologetically, which is what I say when I feel slightly bad for leaving but maybe there's a hotter fish in the water. I'm still not entirely sure if that's what happened.

In retrospect I think:

  1. I need to open a lot more. I need to figure out how to improve the chances that I will take action and open.
  2. Had I been more sober I would have felt incredibly self-conscious about the "booger" thing and responded badly. My friend said I should have responded with "Hey! I was going to eat that."
  3. I think that I should have immediately gone direct with either of the last two girls that opened me since they were already sending a ton of IOIs.
  4. I just remembered that some black girls boobs popped out of her top and she didn't seem to care and some gay dude groped my crotch and got away with it. Unfortunately a side effect of taking some anti-anxiety drugs is short term memory loss.