Monday, September 28, 2009

Getting Game: Let's not use bottle service.

The door to whoredom.

As part of my brother’s Bachelor Party in Vegas, we got bottle service at Tao.

When we first got there, we barely turned around and already 3 girls decided to go up and sit in our booth and “flirt” with us… but for anybody who wasn’t desperate, our bitch radar was ringing off the chain. The Spider sense wasn’t just tingling, it was taking a dump2. And yet as soon as we kicked them out for being leeches, another bachelorette group came in. They literally pranced in, single file line, sat on the couch, and immediately had this expectant look on their face for us to shower them with attention and give them free drinks. We showered them with attention alright: our bouncer’s attention, who told them to get the fuck out.

I’m really not sure who to blame for this state of affairs in the club. Is it girls, who use their looks and status to shamelessly whore themselves out for free drinks and a place to sit? Or is it the guys, who have to flaunt money and power just for girls to get attracted to them and believe that the girls are really interested in them? Although most of my rejection that night was due to horrid, bad, ugly, detesting game, I know that I could’ve gotten somewhere with certain girls by saying “HEY, I GOT VIP, LET’S DRINK”… but I would hate myself if I had to rely on that. Saying that would be like saying, “Hey, since I can’t seduce you with my words or my looks, can I just throw money at you until you have sex with me?” It’s pathetic.

The only success encounter I had was marginally okay. I talked to this girl in the booth across from us, said hi and tried to initiate conversation. But the noise of the club and our poor hearing made turned it into a Lil’ Jon single. “WHAT? WHAT? OKAY!” Not only was it already really hard to sustain conversation but she didn’t give me a lot to work with. I felt like we were just going through the motions and couldn’t number close.

The lessons I want to take out of it are this:

  1. Bottle service is for chumps and bitches.
  2. My game sucks. I need to learn how to initiate and sustain conversation. I actually unintentionally gamed a floorperson at REI but it’s so easy to work with people who work there because they initiate it.
  3. Although day game will be my #1 priority, and I tend to dislike clubs and bars, they’re still the best way to get lots of encounters in a very short time and I may need to exploit that.

As for the rest of night, we definitely got stories to tell and that made it worth it. In a nutshell: Strawberries, Cockblocking, White Girls, and the Ultimate Wingman.

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