I always had great success rate opening chicks while queuing to clubs. It seems like having a common thing to complain about really brings people together. On top of that queuing is boring and any kind of verbal diarrhoea is usually welcomed. When it's cold you will always find a freezing HB who would appreciate your jacket. (Make sure your jacket smells awesome too).

Anyhow, this HB8 is queuing in front of me. We exchange eye contact, I initiate the conversation, she complains about having to queue, I express some empathy, she starts shivering, I rub her sholders and back, she leans back, I block the wind, one thing leads to another, I'm K closing he before we even enter the club + swap numbers. The more she speaks, the less attracted I become to her. She is her dady's princess girl who never had to work, still gets an allowance even though she is in her mid 20s and had shit handed to her all her life etc. She mentions how she is not looking to date anyone and complains to me about her friend. I realize that she treats people like shit as well. Once in the club we go different ways. Later on that night she bumps into me and orders me to buy her a drink, I refuse, she throws a tantrum. Fair enough, at that point I have 0 interest anyway.

A few days later she send me a txt inviting me to some party but I politely refuse. She once again over-reacts with something like FINE!!!

I bump into her a week later. She is sitting on the other side of the bar with her friends. One of them walks past our table and tells me that Ms Stuckup wants me to come over and speak to her. I ask her to pass the message and tell her that if she wants to speak to me she should come over herself. She never does...

The next time I bump into her she gives me a hug, looks down, hesitates for a moment and quietly asks me... "So... when are you going to ask me out?".