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Monday was St. Pat's and my friend Gabe invited me out to the bars with him on the condition that I didn't flirt with this girl who he's in the friend zone with. I facetiously say "suurre", but he doesn't believe me, which was probably a good call on his part, as I don't think I'm capable of not flirting with cute girls anymore, unless in truly dire straights. For better or better, it's just in my blood at this point.
So I'd already had a few drinks to celebrate so my accent was getting thicker than usual and everyone was asking me where I'm from when we get to the bars. Funny thing though: I'm as pure blood an American as there ever was one; my accent is just a difficult to explain aberration of my psychic development. Not an Irish accent mind you, the insider scoop is that it sounds like a hodgepodge of Swedish, German, UK English, Russian, Estonian, Australian English... but everyone has a different opinion. Frankly, I tend to think I just sound charming with a truly American (Hodge-Podgey) accent and leave it at that
Anyway, we meet up with his friend and before long I'm walking arm in arm with her. Got some good push-pull going and she is demanding, "seriously", to know where I'm from. When I tell her the truth she doesn't believe me so I decide to mess with her, as an explanation of my accent would be tedious and no fun. I turn to my friend and say:
Me: "You think I should tell her?"
Gabe: "Tell her what? (getting it) Oh, I mean, if you want to, I guess."
Me: "Nah, she wouldn't believe me anyway. Well okay, might as well." *turn to girl act as though I'm about to speak, and then shake my head smiling and looking down*
Her: "What!? Tell me! OMG, why are you so secretive?"
Me: "Alright. I'll tell you. But you won't believe me... Are you familiar with the legend of Atlantis?... what if I told you that it didn't sink..." *I look at her with implication billowing out of my eyebrows then up at a large cloud in the night sky*
Her: "Gah! You're such a liar!"
Me (to Gabe): "I told you she wouldn't believe me."
(20 minutes later)
Her: "Wait... you're not really from Atlantis...?"
LOL
At the next bar I deep dive another girl who looks like an ex-gf and we vibe really well. After a few minutes I'm basically sitting there and just nodding as she opens her heart out to me; some guy she just met. I'm still a bit awed by the power of deep diving. Grabbed her number at a high point just in case then told her about the afterparty we're having, which she was game for. I started feeling like she was mine (mistake) when... her friends come in and say they're leaving; going home. And they're her ride. But I won't let her go that easy.
Me: "Tell them you're going to finish up your conversation and then take a taxi home."
Her: "A taxi?"
Me: "Don't worry, you won't actually have to pay for a cab. We'll just walk to the afterparty. It's just down the road."
Her: "I can't. I have to go with them. She's my DD. I'll get them to take me to the afterparty later though."
Me thinking: Yeah right...
Her friends start pulling her away but they stop by the bar. I make my way over and give it one last shot, but no luck. She gives me a rather horny hug on the edge of propriety and disappears into the night. I started chatting up the bartender then meet back up with my friends.
Later in the night my friend's girl went into auto-reject when I perhaps too roughly tossed aside her attempt to frame me as a friend (She was talking about her travels and I communicate that she should be dirty and open around me: "Come on, you can tell me [your dirty story]. Not like we're ever going to see one another again. Eh? You meet any sexy Italian men?
Tell me about it.") Lost her focus on me and went off to go dance with Gabe (poor bloke calls her his "special friend"). He is clearly grateful that she didn't fall in love with me. He understands that it's just a game to me though, and doesn't hold it against me, as he also is a student of the social arts (though it's a new-found interest for him, only developing after I showed him GC a month or so ago). I leave.
Takeaways:
-My angle on explaining my accents is a double edged sword. It can up my intrigue, but it also can blatantly say "I am not opening up to you" and come across as overly teasing.
-I need to be moving faster for the close, especially in bars. I didn't capitalize on escalation windows with the girl who got pulled away by her friends. I could have gotten her out of there immediately after planting the idea of afterparty instead of waiting for it to sink in like I did.
-I need to calibrate my explanation of my accent better (though in the example above I think it was fine, I usually I miss the mark here. Any ideas on other good ways of using it?).
-Need to work on my hard push.
Oskar
So I'd already had a few drinks to celebrate so my accent was getting thicker than usual and everyone was asking me where I'm from when we get to the bars. Funny thing though: I'm as pure blood an American as there ever was one; my accent is just a difficult to explain aberration of my psychic development. Not an Irish accent mind you, the insider scoop is that it sounds like a hodgepodge of Swedish, German, UK English, Russian, Estonian, Australian English... but everyone has a different opinion. Frankly, I tend to think I just sound charming with a truly American (Hodge-Podgey) accent and leave it at that
Anyway, we meet up with his friend and before long I'm walking arm in arm with her. Got some good push-pull going and she is demanding, "seriously", to know where I'm from. When I tell her the truth she doesn't believe me so I decide to mess with her, as an explanation of my accent would be tedious and no fun. I turn to my friend and say:
Me: "You think I should tell her?"
Gabe: "Tell her what? (getting it) Oh, I mean, if you want to, I guess."
Me: "Nah, she wouldn't believe me anyway. Well okay, might as well." *turn to girl act as though I'm about to speak, and then shake my head smiling and looking down*
Her: "What!? Tell me! OMG, why are you so secretive?"
Me: "Alright. I'll tell you. But you won't believe me... Are you familiar with the legend of Atlantis?... what if I told you that it didn't sink..." *I look at her with implication billowing out of my eyebrows then up at a large cloud in the night sky*
Her: "Gah! You're such a liar!"
Me (to Gabe): "I told you she wouldn't believe me."
(20 minutes later)
Her: "Wait... you're not really from Atlantis...?"
LOL
At the next bar I deep dive another girl who looks like an ex-gf and we vibe really well. After a few minutes I'm basically sitting there and just nodding as she opens her heart out to me; some guy she just met. I'm still a bit awed by the power of deep diving. Grabbed her number at a high point just in case then told her about the afterparty we're having, which she was game for. I started feeling like she was mine (mistake) when... her friends come in and say they're leaving; going home. And they're her ride. But I won't let her go that easy.
Me: "Tell them you're going to finish up your conversation and then take a taxi home."
Her: "A taxi?"
Me: "Don't worry, you won't actually have to pay for a cab. We'll just walk to the afterparty. It's just down the road."
Her: "I can't. I have to go with them. She's my DD. I'll get them to take me to the afterparty later though."
Me thinking: Yeah right...
Her friends start pulling her away but they stop by the bar. I make my way over and give it one last shot, but no luck. She gives me a rather horny hug on the edge of propriety and disappears into the night. I started chatting up the bartender then meet back up with my friends.
Later in the night my friend's girl went into auto-reject when I perhaps too roughly tossed aside her attempt to frame me as a friend (She was talking about her travels and I communicate that she should be dirty and open around me: "Come on, you can tell me [your dirty story]. Not like we're ever going to see one another again. Eh? You meet any sexy Italian men?
Takeaways:
-My angle on explaining my accents is a double edged sword. It can up my intrigue, but it also can blatantly say "I am not opening up to you" and come across as overly teasing.
-I need to be moving faster for the close, especially in bars. I didn't capitalize on escalation windows with the girl who got pulled away by her friends. I could have gotten her out of there immediately after planting the idea of afterparty instead of waiting for it to sink in like I did.
-I need to calibrate my explanation of my accent better (though in the example above I think it was fine, I usually I miss the mark here. Any ideas on other good ways of using it?).
-Need to work on my hard push.
Oskar