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FR/FU (Night)
Monday, August 5
Less than two weeks after landing in America and in California, I got a recommendation from a bouncer the previous week I went out that this is THE place where you can pull ass from. I decide to check it out. I wasn't feeling super well. Had an upset stomach from eating too much outside food. But I was bored and they have a live Jazz band playing every Monday. I thought I will at least have some fun.
I dress up and walk in the bar after about 30 minutes of walk at around 9.30 PM. There is a jazz band playing right out in the front. There is a bar stretching all the way down to the end. Pretty small venue I would say - you could walk back up and down pretty quick. Most people are around in the front, near the band, and as soon as I walked in, I notice two blond girls stroke their hair back. They were cute and young, but man they were right where the crowd was, and if I approached them, it would be under a spotlight. I discarded them and went to the back. Took a mental note to open them if I find them again.
Made some small talk with the bartender. He asked me if I had popped out yet? I didn't understand the slang but thought he meant if I got a drink yet. I said no, and he asked me what do I want. Told him give me the strongest cocktail you got and if he could bring it to my table. The only empty table I found was in the back corner of the bar. Pretty bad choice but I decided to sit there anyway, just to observe and enjoy the music.
The crowd was mixed. Couples, female groups, guy groups, single guys like me but very few. I think there were single, lone female wolves too, but I don't recall exactly. The waitress was sort of cute and curvy though.
Beckoned her over and asked her I could smoke in here somewhere. She said no, but you could go outside. Go outside?, cool. I responded back and she left.
Sometime later, I go outside to have a smoke and meet her on the way. Tell her I am leaving my coat and drink on my table and just going to have a smoke outside, implying that she watch my drink. She nods three or four times in recognition. I have a smoke and just casually say hey how's it going man to another bartender who was chilling outside. He says all good and nods, and I go back in.
After a while, finished my drink and I went to the bar again and waited for the bartender to come around. The waitress came up and asked me if I needed anything. Told her I want one more of this, pointing to my empty whiskey glass. She asked what is it? I shrug and I say I don't know, that guy recommended it to me. She leans forward to smell it. I just push it forward, more to her lips. A bit playfully.
She smiles and gets nervous. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to smell to find out." I laugh and tell her it's okay. She now gets what I want and I go back at my table and sit, and she brings me my drink.
The bar starts to get a little empty after an hour and the male: female ratio is now way better. It's in my favor. I go out and sit in the middle of the bar. The two blondes are gone sadly. But there is a bachelorette party female group behind where I sit. Bunch of 30 year olds.
I saw plenty of guys hit on these four girls over the night. The to-be bride was wearing a beauty-pageant like sash, with the word BRIDE on it. The other three were friends. Even the bartenders in their slick outfits were doing it lol.
Two of them came up to the bar to order a drink, and I just said "hello" casually. She said hello back glancing, but not looking me in the eye, kinda reserved, kinda awkward and shy. Let's call her HB_Single. Bitch shield? Auto-rejection? Maybe. I didn't care much, and I smile to myself and go back to vibing with the music. We will get to her later in the report.
They get their drinks and leave. A few minutes later the waitress comes back with her bag on her shoulder. I ask if she is going back home? She says yeah, and I tell her to be safe. She kinda half closes her eyes like she felt shy and says thank you like she liked it. She comes next to my side and talks with the bartender about work stuff and then talks to me, "do you like it?" pointing at my drink.
I say yeah, and she recommends another drink. Says It's pretty similar but a little different. I'm like what's so different about it? She says it's just as strong but a little different. I say alright I will try it. I ask her to tell the bartender what I want. She tells him and leaves after a while.
Maybe I could have followed her outside and closed her? I didn't know how to close her right in front of her co-workers. That seemed like too much effort though.
A while later, another chick from the bachelorette party comes and sits right next to the empty seat on my left. There were more empty seats besides me but she sits there. I thought maybe she is there to order a drink and it has nothing to do with me.
Let's call her HB_Married. And I notice her fixing her earring/strands of her hair. I was zoned out and felt some anxiety. Nothing major, but a little hesitation. I size her up a little and she looks here and there as if looking past me. I follow her eyes as she scans the environment, and just generally nod my head to the music.
I breathe in for a second and tell myself I am just gonna open her. That's it, that's all I have to do.
So I open her. "So, how's your night going?", with a sexual undertone.
She smiles, leans into me a little and says it's going good. She's cheerful. She asks me if I like Jazz music a lot. I say yeah, what about you?
She responds Oh it's my first time in here, do you come here often?
I respond, yeah sometimes.
She's like yeah you are out here by yourself. As if she was impressed. I respond, yeah, what about you? Big group of friends?
She tells me it's her friend's bachelorette party. I tell her she should ask for free shots from the bar.
I made a mistake then I think, I broke circle and fuck around with the bartender. "Hey, it's her bachelorette party", pointing towards my back, "Could you give them free shots?". Dude is looking at me confused. "And if you are giving them free shots, I'm with them".
She laughs out loud. I laugh along.
I don't remember how exactly it happened after that, but there was a silence and maybe she ordered her drink and said I will be right back. "Sure", I said and got back to vibing with the music. After a while, I move spots again and closer to the front where the band is. I pay my tab as the band had concluded for the night, and I was feeling drunk. In control, but I had four strong drinks.
I walk towards the restroom, and sure the bartenders are talking to those bachelorrete party girls, but HB_Married wasn't with them. When I get there, all doors are locked. I wait and notice two doors open. Out from one HB_Married comes out with her friend and from the male restroom, two girls walk out.
I look at those two girls like WTF and start laughing out loud. They laugh with me. Then HB_Married notices me and says, He's still here.
I don't know but something in my gut tells me HB_Married wanted to fuck my brains out or maybe I'm projecting.
Anyways, I walk inside the washroom as I'm tired, ignoring HB_Married and piss myself out.
I finally walk out of the venue, and I don't even look at the party girls.
I have a final smoke outside and some dude comes and asks me for a lighter. I give it to him and we chat. I notice he's lighting up a joint and I take a drag or two of it. Now I'm high as well. He gives me a fist bump and leaves. He's also new in town - moved in 3 months back.
Remember HB_Single? She is out there smoking. I chill and smoke near her, and suddenly a hobo comes out of nowhere flailing his arms across. She recoils and so do I.
After he passes I look towards her kinda like WTF and smile. She eye codes back and then opens me, "So how's your night going?".
Her walls are down now.
"It's alright. And you?"
I turn towards her and we start talking. I think I should have leaned back and made her lock in to me instead of me locking her in.
I don't remember the exact chain of dialogue that went between us but I will try to summarize my attempt at closing her. I was drunk plus high too, so now I'm relying purely on instinct. It was fun, slightly flirty. I tried to build tension but I guess a bit carried away and was goofy and laughed a lot.
She told me it's her sisters bachelorette party and that she got to take care of her. I responded with something like "So I can't steal you for the night then?". She's like no, she got to take her care of her.
We got to know each other a bit, where you are from? what do you work, etc. I asked if she liked her public healthcare job, she said yeah, and then somehow the conversation steered towards her age.
"well you hardly look older than 25" I said.
"Thank you
. but I am actually 36, I feel old."
I told her I could make her feel young with a smirk. She bends over and starts laughing. I couldn't help it, I start laughing too.
Unfortunate cause it broke the sexual tension. "Oh my godd! You are craazzzzy!"
"I know", I replied with some cockiness. "Are you single?"
"I am single. But I am not looking for anyone right now. Are you single?"
"Yeah. Recently."
"Oh my god, what happened?! did you break up?"
"Yeah I just moved here." And then I notice a tattoo on her forearm. I point towards it and she shows it to me. I use this chance to break the touch barrier and grab her arm to inspect it.
"That's cool. What does it mean?"
"Oh it's something me and my best friend got together."
"Oh that's it?"
So far, I don't think a pull is in sight. She is giving me verbal resistance but I'm persisting as much as I could. The whole group party dynamic also looks unpromising. I might have to stay at the venue even until later and party with them a lot longer.
I throw my hail mary attempt at getting her number.
"Well can I get your number then and ask you out sometime?" This on reflection was wrong. I should have asked it on a high point instead of when the conversation was beginning to end. Also the wording was very stock. Should have seeded a date idea, and then said let's exchange contacts. This was very low odds. But I was improvising.
"I don't give my number out." She replied with some hesitation. "I could give you my instagram though."
"Oh that's okay." I take it as a soft-rejection and was nonchalant about it. I should have maybe replied.
She excuses herself "I have to go inside." I told her sure, and then ubered back home.
Good thing I didn't pull, because as soon as I walked in, I rushed to the toilet and puked my guts out. Sat in a daze for about 5 minutes and then pulled myself up and off to bed.
Monday, August 5
Less than two weeks after landing in America and in California, I got a recommendation from a bouncer the previous week I went out that this is THE place where you can pull ass from. I decide to check it out. I wasn't feeling super well. Had an upset stomach from eating too much outside food. But I was bored and they have a live Jazz band playing every Monday. I thought I will at least have some fun.
I dress up and walk in the bar after about 30 minutes of walk at around 9.30 PM. There is a jazz band playing right out in the front. There is a bar stretching all the way down to the end. Pretty small venue I would say - you could walk back up and down pretty quick. Most people are around in the front, near the band, and as soon as I walked in, I notice two blond girls stroke their hair back. They were cute and young, but man they were right where the crowd was, and if I approached them, it would be under a spotlight. I discarded them and went to the back. Took a mental note to open them if I find them again.
Made some small talk with the bartender. He asked me if I had popped out yet? I didn't understand the slang but thought he meant if I got a drink yet. I said no, and he asked me what do I want. Told him give me the strongest cocktail you got and if he could bring it to my table. The only empty table I found was in the back corner of the bar. Pretty bad choice but I decided to sit there anyway, just to observe and enjoy the music.
The crowd was mixed. Couples, female groups, guy groups, single guys like me but very few. I think there were single, lone female wolves too, but I don't recall exactly. The waitress was sort of cute and curvy though.
Beckoned her over and asked her I could smoke in here somewhere. She said no, but you could go outside. Go outside?, cool. I responded back and she left.
Sometime later, I go outside to have a smoke and meet her on the way. Tell her I am leaving my coat and drink on my table and just going to have a smoke outside, implying that she watch my drink. She nods three or four times in recognition. I have a smoke and just casually say hey how's it going man to another bartender who was chilling outside. He says all good and nods, and I go back in.
After a while, finished my drink and I went to the bar again and waited for the bartender to come around. The waitress came up and asked me if I needed anything. Told her I want one more of this, pointing to my empty whiskey glass. She asked what is it? I shrug and I say I don't know, that guy recommended it to me. She leans forward to smell it. I just push it forward, more to her lips. A bit playfully.
She smiles and gets nervous. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to smell to find out." I laugh and tell her it's okay. She now gets what I want and I go back at my table and sit, and she brings me my drink.
The bar starts to get a little empty after an hour and the male: female ratio is now way better. It's in my favor. I go out and sit in the middle of the bar. The two blondes are gone sadly. But there is a bachelorette party female group behind where I sit. Bunch of 30 year olds.
I saw plenty of guys hit on these four girls over the night. The to-be bride was wearing a beauty-pageant like sash, with the word BRIDE on it. The other three were friends. Even the bartenders in their slick outfits were doing it lol.
Two of them came up to the bar to order a drink, and I just said "hello" casually. She said hello back glancing, but not looking me in the eye, kinda reserved, kinda awkward and shy. Let's call her HB_Single. Bitch shield? Auto-rejection? Maybe. I didn't care much, and I smile to myself and go back to vibing with the music. We will get to her later in the report.
They get their drinks and leave. A few minutes later the waitress comes back with her bag on her shoulder. I ask if she is going back home? She says yeah, and I tell her to be safe. She kinda half closes her eyes like she felt shy and says thank you like she liked it. She comes next to my side and talks with the bartender about work stuff and then talks to me, "do you like it?" pointing at my drink.
I say yeah, and she recommends another drink. Says It's pretty similar but a little different. I'm like what's so different about it? She says it's just as strong but a little different. I say alright I will try it. I ask her to tell the bartender what I want. She tells him and leaves after a while.
Maybe I could have followed her outside and closed her? I didn't know how to close her right in front of her co-workers. That seemed like too much effort though.
A while later, another chick from the bachelorette party comes and sits right next to the empty seat on my left. There were more empty seats besides me but she sits there. I thought maybe she is there to order a drink and it has nothing to do with me.
Let's call her HB_Married. And I notice her fixing her earring/strands of her hair. I was zoned out and felt some anxiety. Nothing major, but a little hesitation. I size her up a little and she looks here and there as if looking past me. I follow her eyes as she scans the environment, and just generally nod my head to the music.
I breathe in for a second and tell myself I am just gonna open her. That's it, that's all I have to do.
So I open her. "So, how's your night going?", with a sexual undertone.
She smiles, leans into me a little and says it's going good. She's cheerful. She asks me if I like Jazz music a lot. I say yeah, what about you?
She responds Oh it's my first time in here, do you come here often?
I respond, yeah sometimes.
She's like yeah you are out here by yourself. As if she was impressed. I respond, yeah, what about you? Big group of friends?
She tells me it's her friend's bachelorette party. I tell her she should ask for free shots from the bar.
I made a mistake then I think, I broke circle and fuck around with the bartender. "Hey, it's her bachelorette party", pointing towards my back, "Could you give them free shots?". Dude is looking at me confused. "And if you are giving them free shots, I'm with them".
She laughs out loud. I laugh along.
I don't remember how exactly it happened after that, but there was a silence and maybe she ordered her drink and said I will be right back. "Sure", I said and got back to vibing with the music. After a while, I move spots again and closer to the front where the band is. I pay my tab as the band had concluded for the night, and I was feeling drunk. In control, but I had four strong drinks.
I walk towards the restroom, and sure the bartenders are talking to those bachelorrete party girls, but HB_Married wasn't with them. When I get there, all doors are locked. I wait and notice two doors open. Out from one HB_Married comes out with her friend and from the male restroom, two girls walk out.
I look at those two girls like WTF and start laughing out loud. They laugh with me. Then HB_Married notices me and says, He's still here.
I don't know but something in my gut tells me HB_Married wanted to fuck my brains out or maybe I'm projecting.
Anyways, I walk inside the washroom as I'm tired, ignoring HB_Married and piss myself out.
I finally walk out of the venue, and I don't even look at the party girls.
I have a final smoke outside and some dude comes and asks me for a lighter. I give it to him and we chat. I notice he's lighting up a joint and I take a drag or two of it. Now I'm high as well. He gives me a fist bump and leaves. He's also new in town - moved in 3 months back.
Remember HB_Single? She is out there smoking. I chill and smoke near her, and suddenly a hobo comes out of nowhere flailing his arms across. She recoils and so do I.
After he passes I look towards her kinda like WTF and smile. She eye codes back and then opens me, "So how's your night going?".
Her walls are down now.
"It's alright. And you?"
I turn towards her and we start talking. I think I should have leaned back and made her lock in to me instead of me locking her in.
I don't remember the exact chain of dialogue that went between us but I will try to summarize my attempt at closing her. I was drunk plus high too, so now I'm relying purely on instinct. It was fun, slightly flirty. I tried to build tension but I guess a bit carried away and was goofy and laughed a lot.
She told me it's her sisters bachelorette party and that she got to take care of her. I responded with something like "So I can't steal you for the night then?". She's like no, she got to take her care of her.
We got to know each other a bit, where you are from? what do you work, etc. I asked if she liked her public healthcare job, she said yeah, and then somehow the conversation steered towards her age.
"well you hardly look older than 25" I said.
"Thank you
. but I am actually 36, I feel old."I told her I could make her feel young with a smirk. She bends over and starts laughing. I couldn't help it, I start laughing too.
Unfortunate cause it broke the sexual tension. "Oh my godd! You are craazzzzy!"
"I know", I replied with some cockiness. "Are you single?"
"I am single. But I am not looking for anyone right now. Are you single?"
"Yeah. Recently."
"Oh my god, what happened?! did you break up?"
"Yeah I just moved here." And then I notice a tattoo on her forearm. I point towards it and she shows it to me. I use this chance to break the touch barrier and grab her arm to inspect it.
"That's cool. What does it mean?"
"Oh it's something me and my best friend got together."
"Oh that's it?"
So far, I don't think a pull is in sight. She is giving me verbal resistance but I'm persisting as much as I could. The whole group party dynamic also looks unpromising. I might have to stay at the venue even until later and party with them a lot longer.
I throw my hail mary attempt at getting her number.
"Well can I get your number then and ask you out sometime?" This on reflection was wrong. I should have asked it on a high point instead of when the conversation was beginning to end. Also the wording was very stock. Should have seeded a date idea, and then said let's exchange contacts. This was very low odds. But I was improvising.
"I don't give my number out." She replied with some hesitation. "I could give you my instagram though."
"Oh that's okay." I take it as a soft-rejection and was nonchalant about it. I should have maybe replied.
She excuses herself "I have to go inside." I told her sure, and then ubered back home.
Good thing I didn't pull, because as soon as I walked in, I rushed to the toilet and puked my guts out. Sat in a daze for about 5 minutes and then pulled myself up and off to bed.
