The Game, and Losing
Last night I watched the first half of the Spurs-Pistons game, and the ass-kicking the Spurs received. I completely missed the second half, even though two wide-screen TVs were in very close proximity. But it wasn´t my fault.
On a whim, and because I´d never tried it before, I bought someone (female) a drink in hopes of getting her to talk to me. The bartender´s instructions were to give her another only if she asked, and then only point to her benefactor. That way I was spared the difficult and embarrassing task of walking up to her and almost immediately walking away should she spurn my advances.
As it happened, however, it worked. Which shouldn´t have surprised me, I suppose, given that there´s probably a reason the technique is so well-known and widely practiced. She came over, introduced herself, and we talked for the next hour and a half, and I totally forgot about the game. Most of the conversation dealt with music (and a little about Darfur). We both were overly excited upon learning that the other listened to the Philosopher Kings. She´s played the violin since she was six. And I was incredibly happy, given that there was no ambiguity whatsoever in her signals - she liked me. I was definitely in for a date sometime in the future.
And then her friends got up and switched bars, and she invited me along, and we spent the next two hours in a hookah bar listening to Indie Rock. And, for some still-unknown reason, she stopped talking, stopped smiling, and barely looked me in the eye as we all left, raising her hand in a brief wave as she voluntarily and quickly parted ways. I knew enough about signals to know that this one had abruptly ended, and I didn´t press a request for seeing her again.
Since it was an attempt I´d never tried before, I was rather proud of myself. And since it appears to have failed miserably, I wonder if there´s a great deal more to the rules of this Game than I´m aware of.
I tried my best later that night to avoid being a woman (no offense intended) and refused to analyze what had happened, or imagine how things could have been different had I made it a little more obvious that I was very interested in her. I put it out of my mind (successfully, too - another first), where it will stay until I get some more helpful information.
Which brings me to my question, for any woman reading this who might have any insight into waht women want - what the hell?
(Or, put more aptly, what do women want, and how do they want it served?)
Please help. Or tell a funny similar story; either is good.
On a whim, and because I´d never tried it before, I bought someone (female) a drink in hopes of getting her to talk to me. The bartender´s instructions were to give her another only if she asked, and then only point to her benefactor. That way I was spared the difficult and embarrassing task of walking up to her and almost immediately walking away should she spurn my advances.
As it happened, however, it worked. Which shouldn´t have surprised me, I suppose, given that there´s probably a reason the technique is so well-known and widely practiced. She came over, introduced herself, and we talked for the next hour and a half, and I totally forgot about the game. Most of the conversation dealt with music (and a little about Darfur). We both were overly excited upon learning that the other listened to the Philosopher Kings. She´s played the violin since she was six. And I was incredibly happy, given that there was no ambiguity whatsoever in her signals - she liked me. I was definitely in for a date sometime in the future.
And then her friends got up and switched bars, and she invited me along, and we spent the next two hours in a hookah bar listening to Indie Rock. And, for some still-unknown reason, she stopped talking, stopped smiling, and barely looked me in the eye as we all left, raising her hand in a brief wave as she voluntarily and quickly parted ways. I knew enough about signals to know that this one had abruptly ended, and I didn´t press a request for seeing her again.
Since it was an attempt I´d never tried before, I was rather proud of myself. And since it appears to have failed miserably, I wonder if there´s a great deal more to the rules of this Game than I´m aware of.
I tried my best later that night to avoid being a woman (no offense intended) and refused to analyze what had happened, or imagine how things could have been different had I made it a little more obvious that I was very interested in her. I put it out of my mind (successfully, too - another first), where it will stay until I get some more helpful information.
Which brings me to my question, for any woman reading this who might have any insight into waht women want - what the hell?
(Or, put more aptly, what do women want, and how do they want it served?)
Please help. Or tell a funny similar story; either is good.
posted by NateWazoo at 9:24 AM
6 Comments:
I agree with King Krupa, confidence is huge!
hmmmm, maybe she sobered up and realized you were a dork. probably not though.
I've had guys take me to hooka lounges, they're fucking lame. Ok, here's the question! Was there a belly dancer there? Were you staring at the belly dancer there? If yes, there's where you failed.
Oh and Pete, it saddens me your "game" only consists of three things.
Jennifer -
On belly dancers, no. I was actually trying my best to engage her in more conversation, actually.
On second chances, I´m at the bar right now (it´s also a bookstore, internet cafe...everything), and she´s not here. The confidence I¨ve been saving up is for naught.
Alot of guys have trouble understanding that it's not really a game, insomuch as there are no rules. No reliable rulebook has ever been developed, for that reason. "All's fair in Love and War." It's instinctive, like dancing; not mechanical, like firing a gun...
Your details of the hooka-bar are severely lacking, but my guess is that she didn't take you there to "engage in more conversation". Hot chicks tend to get offended and upset, and give a cold shoulder, when a man moves slower than what the woman feels she is offering (note "feels" she is offering: it may not be apparent to you that she is even interested. She expects you to understand).
That said, it still baffles me that she could walk away from your inestimable sexiness without regret. Show her that photo of yourself with the little girl on your lap; surely no mortal woman could resist you after that!
Dum dum ta-dah, dum DUM ta-dah...
ok, i'm back... and definitely agree.
the other thing... hooka makes you feel like shit if you're not used to smoking... maybe she was ill?
I suppose I should mention the other thing she said during the course of the night, while simultaneously avoiding excessive alcohol consumption.
"No, you don´t want to see me when I´m drunk. I´m really happy, and really sexual."
Gosh, I guess I should have taken that as a NO.
Thanks, dad. Of all the analyses offered, I like that one the best.
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