I drive for Lyft and Uber on the weekends for extra money.

So I'm driving some passengers through the heart of Uptown Dallas this past Saturday night. The bars are hopping and you can feel the energy in the air. It's going to be a good night at the clubs and bars, and I'm going to make a shit ton of money in the next 3 or 4 hours because of it.

All the sudden, out of nowhere seemingly, a car traveling in the opposite direction busts an illegal u-turn right in front of me. His momentum brings him right into my lane. I veered to the right as much as I could, but I couldn't stop in time to avoid colliding with him and he hit me in the side really good.

As I'm sitting inside the cab of my vehicle thinking through what I needed to do next - "OK, lemme find my insurance cards; let me get out and make sure the passengers in the other vehicle are not injured (although their driver totally caused this); let me exchange information with the other driver" - the driver of the other vehicle slams his car in reverse and drives off. I'd been the victim of a hit and run.

Thankfully, I had gotten slowed down enough that the impact inside the interior of the car was minimal, and nobody in my vehicle sustained any injury. The accident happened literally 5 yards from the entrance to the parking lot of a club.

I managed to reverse my car out, get off the curb and out of the grass median between the road and the business, and slowly maneuver my car into the club's parking lot. The club's staff came out and was super helpful. They'd seen the accident. I got their contact info as witnesses and got the plate numbers off of the car that had hit me. He'll go to jail.

So by the time I called the police, got my car somewhere safe, got my wits about me and got a friend on the way to come pick me up, it was about 1:30am. The bars close at 2am here in Texas, a stupid thing.

Here I was in the heart of Uptown, the most well-known bar and nightlife district in a city of 1.4 million people. The air was full of electricity, and the clubs were packed.

"There must be a hundred thousand women within a .5 mile radius of where I'm at right now," I thought to myself.

My friend was on his way to get me, but a 30-minute drive away. Might as well make the best of a bad situation.

One popular bar known for it's intense "talent" pool was just a block away. I took off walking to it. On the way over, I was tempted to stop in a little spot that had some hot Latin music playing and some hotties milling about outside, but I wanted to check out the popular place. I walked past the hopping Latin joint and got to the well-known establishment at about 1:40, but it was closed for some reason.

"Damn," I thought. "It's getting late. Better get somewhere fast if you wanna get a drink and see some honeys."

I backtracked to the little Latin nightspot and got to their door about 1:50. A big burly bouncer let me inside.

Once inside, I realized it was a tiny tiny place indoors; most of their seating was outside, but it was too cold to be hanging out outside. The music was good and out of the 50 or 60 people packed into this little bitty place, about 60% or 2/3 of them were women.

"The talent pool is small in number," I thought, but it was deep in...umm, talent.

A group of about 10 single girls was trying desperately to find guys to mingle with. They were grabbing little Latin dudes and dragging them onto the dance floor and trying to do anything to get them to dance with them. The guys are shy. The women are unsatisfied.

One comes off the dance floor. She's a hot spicy little number, petite and fair-skinned. I leaned over and said something to her. I don't even remember what it was.

She starts leaning into me, talking and chatting. I'm looking down into her cleavage which at times is right in my line of sight and at times was being pressed up against my arm as she leaned into me talking.

She started telling me that the subject of a huge painting adorning the wall of the place was a friend of hers that she "used to model with."

"I feel comfortable here when I see my friend's face in the picture there on the wall."

We talked about her friend, how the painting came to be, and how it wound up on the wall of the club. It was a re-creation of a famous self-portrait of the artist Frida. The girl in the picture was a dead ringer for the famed painter, and they'd recreated the famous work brilliantly with my target's bestie as the subject.

At this point I'm just talking. Just going with the conversation, letting the conversation take us wherever it may lead.

I love "gaming" like this. It's not even really gaming. I'm done gaming after the first line is received well and I'm into a conversation. At that point, I'm just enjoying getting to know another human being that happens to be fine as fuck.

When I connect to people in a real way, getting a phone number or staying in touch or meeting back up is the most natural thing to do in the world. It's not even a question. It will just happen.

She was talking to me about all kinds of stuff - her car was broken down for the time being, she was getting into school, etc. etc. - but none of the particulars mattered in the scope of seducing her. What mattered is that she was opening up to me and enjoying my presence and enjoying the platform that I was giving her to be known by another human being. That was the seductive element that was at play here that will eventually end in my penis being inside of her, not the particular subject matter or what I said or what she said. The point is, I was interacting authentically with her as a human being.

People want to be known. They want to feel important. They want to feel like the details of their lives matter to someone.

If you can show an authentic interest in people, and a sincere curiosity about the details of their lives, you will never have to "game" again in your life. People will just naturally open up to you, and they will naturally want to be around you again...and again and again and again. And, eventually, one of those times will wind up in sex.

By the way, getting to know people is really fun. Here I am with this petite, fun, cute little 24 year old, and I'm finding out all about her. What's going on with her; what are her hopes and dreams; what are the pain points in her life? I feel just as privileged to be getting to know her as she probably does to have the opportunity to be known.

It's not like I'm going through some type of drudgery just to get laid. This is fun!!

Turns out, her birthday is coming up next week. Mine was last week. We're nearly the same zodiac sign (I dunno why that's a big deal to girls, but it is, so I often make a big deal of it too. lol) The cutoff between one sign and the next lies just in between my birthday and hers. She thought that was interesting.

Pro tip: in seduction, act like you're a friend to girls. A friend that wants to fuck them, yes. But at the basis of your interaction, it ought to be that they are comfortable with you in a way that they are comfortable with their friends. Act comfortable with them; treat them as you would treat a friend.

Well, what's the only proper thing to do for someone that's having a birthday? You make a big deal of it, of course! You show them to a little treat and help them celebrate. This was the premise of my close.

"Wow! That's so awesome. Well look, my friend is going to be here any minute to pick me up. (He really was arriving any minute.) How about I get your number, and we'll meet back up next week. (I love this format of making a proposition. It's half telling and half asking.) I'll take you for a couple of drinks for your birthday and we'll get your birthday weekend off to a fun start."

Was she gonna turn that down? Hell no.

For a long time, I took Mystery's mantra of "never buy a single thing for a woman until you get something that you want from her first" very literally. I have since discovered that that's completely arbitrary and doesn't make a shit bit of difference.

I don't go around begging to buy girls drinks in exchange for a few minutes of their time, but if the socially acceptable thing to do would be to buy someone a drink, I buy them a drink. They often sit with me and talk as if it's our first date - an instant, spontaneous date. After that, a number close and a second date is just about guaranteed.

I took down Noemi's number and gave her a big hug.

I saw my friend's text come in as I was entering her number into my phone.

"I'm here," and he was.

I stepped outside and into his car.

"Can we swing back by my car? It's going to get towed and I need to get all of my things out of it."

The car was just around the block. Remember, I'd pulled it into the parking lot of a club after the accident.

My friend had arrived to the little Latin nightspot to pick me up right at 2am, and we were at the club where my car was parked by 2:05. As we were pulling into the parking lot, I noticed a fine-ass black girl in booty shorts getting into her car. Her shorts were tight on her phat ass, and her hooker boots completed the look perfectly.

I jumped out of my friend's car, and went over to talk to her.

"Hey, my friend was just bringing me back over here to my car and I saw you guys getting into your car. I thought you looked really great, so I had to come over and talk to you."

That was it. Pretty soon I was done gaming and we were just talking.

"How was the club? Were you guys hanging out here all night?"

They'd arrived early to the club; it wasn't as fun as she'd hoped. She lived in Fort Worth, same as my buddy. That gave us more to talk about. We talked about Fort Worth - the different areas of it, the bar districts, where she likes to hang out, etc. etc.

I've noticed that my targets' friends are respectful of me. I don't get much cock-blocking from my targets' friends these days, girls protecting their friend from the approaching dude, etc. etc. Her friend let her stand there and talk to me, and even exited the situation, saying she was going back inside to pee.

We sat there and talked a little bit more. After about 5 minutes of talking, my friend was getting antsy waiting for me in his car. He'd been woken up by my call for help and was bitchy about it the whole time. So he starts honking his horn. lol

It was fine. I was already "in" by then, and getting Taylor's number and getting out of there was the easiest thing I'd ever done.

Side note: This is why I always dress decently no matter where I go. I was just planning on driving ride share the whole night, but I put on a good pair of skinny jeans and a v-neck t-shirt with some nice boots and brought along my 3/4 length wool jacket. It keeps me warm when people are getting in and out of my car in the cold night air, and it presents a great look if I need to get out of my car and go do something.

It definitely got me into the Latin spot, and it helped me here with Taylor as well. I looked like I'd been out all night. I looked like I belonged in the environments where I wound up. This provided a welcoming and inviting impression to the people I approached. [End Side Note.]

After talking with Taylor, I grab my things from my car and transfer them to his. We're on our way back to Fort Worth from Dallas.

My friend and I are like brothers. He bitched at me for waking him up and for getting into an accident (which I had no way of avoiding lol) and generally let me know he was in a pissy mood from being woken up.

I offered to get us some late night fast food from God's favorite fast food restaurant, Whataburger. That seemed to placate him a bit.

We whiffed at one Whataburger (the line was too long), but found our way to another Whataburger where we made it through the line in decent time.

As we were sitting in line, we noticed a car full of girls at a gas station across the street. The queen bee of the girls was hot.

As we were watching them navigate the gas pumps, a funny thing happened. They gave up on pumping their gas there for some reason and left the pump literally on the ground - didn't even replace the nozzle - and left. Strange. lol

We get our food and pull out onto the road. We're just about to get out onto the highway service road and we notice the same group of girls at a gas station on the other side of the road. They'd left the other gas station and come across the street to get gas from this gas station.

After bitching me out for wanting to go talk to more girls, my friend begrudgingly took a u-turn and pulled into the gas station where they were at.

The girls were just about to leave. They'd pumped their gas and were leaving - literally just about to put their car into gear to pull off.

I jump out and run around the front of their car waving. I look inside the cab of the vehicle and it was the good-looking queen bee in the driver's seat. She rolls down her window.

"Hey, hi. (I said this while smiling real big. Always make sure to be smiling at people when you approach them, but, hey, why wouldn't you be smiling big? You're about to go talk to a fucking hot girl - this is a great life!! haha!!) My friend and I were just getting some food at this Whataburger right over here (pointing to the fast food place) and we saw you pumping gas as we were getting up on the highway. I thought you looked really nice so I had to come talk to you."

That's my opening line if I'm approaching someone out and about: "I was just doing X when I happened to notice you doing X. I thought you looked really good (or insert any compliment you like) and had to/wanted to come talk to you." You don't need much more than that really. Again, the mechanics of this only work if you're an authentic person who's found your authenticity.

This dynamic is different if you're already in someone's presence like I was with the girl at the Latin club, or if you're in the line at a grocery store or in a library.

Our queen bee's name was Donielle. Once again, her friends were friendly with me. After some playful banter at the beginning of the interaction, they sat back and just let me talk to my target without interrupting.

I did acknowledge them and playfully waved to them and said "hi guys!" but I kept most of my focus on my target. It's just basic human interaction skills.

You wouldn't want to be rude and ignore the other people that are in your presence entirely, but you don't want to be fake and act like you're there for them. You're there for the hot one and they all know it. If you act otherwise, it will come off as fake and phony to the others people in the set and to your target; they'll begin to feel that dissonance between what is real and what you are projecting that I talked about in my last post, and they'll exit the situation somehow by not giving you a number, giving you a fake number, or flaking on you when you follow up.

People don't want to be in situations that make them uncomfortable. The truth is comfortable to people, or at least it's usually acceptable to people. They may not always like the truth, but they will accept the truth.

What they won't accept is something that's phony and fake. They will not hang around when they feel like they're being conned. They'll run from that shit faster than village people running inland from a tsunami.

I talked to Donielle about what their plans were for the rest of the night. They were looking for an after hours club because they weren't done partying, she said.

I explained that my buddy had rescued me when my car was disabled from the accident in Uptown and we were headed home to crash at his place, but I'd love to meet back up with her some time.

"Yeah, definitely. That'd be cool. We could do that."

I purposefully sometimes act dumb right here at this point in the interactions and I move slowly towards getting their contact details.

Sometimes I say something like "so how could we make that happen?"

They'll usually say "well, you could take my number," and I go from there.

On this occasion I just stopped altogether, just kinda looking dumb with this little bit of awkwardness hanging in the air.

She couldn't stand it. Lots of people can't.

Remember this: when women like you, they make things easy for you. They cover your mistakes. They fix little missteps for you. Making small little "mistakes" on purpose can be a good move to make. Their reaction to your social clumsiness is a good litmus test of how they're feeling about you.

If they're still not sure about you or they're not really into you, lots of times they'll poke fun or point out your mistakes. If they like you or are into the interaction, they'll fix things for you.

On this occasion, my target helped me out (although I'd done this to myself, just for the fun of it).

She piped up to "rescue" me.

"Soooo....you wanna get my number or something?"

At the last second, she got shy, thought she might be being too forward, and gave the cutest smile and shoulder shrug you've ever seen. It was so sweet. :-)

I got her number and said I'd be in touch.

"Oh yeah. Please do. We like to get turnt up!!" she said. lol

I'd gotten three numbers in three approaches on a night where I hadn't even planned on going out to talk to anybody. I was pretty happy.

I got back in the car with my buddy. We went back to his place with our fast food, watched some late night sports programming like the women's senior golf tour or something horrible like that, and fell asleep on his living room couches.

This is what good friends do. lol