Wow, this is really long. My goal for Saturday was to go out and open chicks at a bar for the sake of practice. Let me point out that for some reason before we even left my friend's place I was in a really good mood. I was feeling really confident. I went to visit a friend that I hadn't seen in a month or so. We went out to this local bar by where he lives. I was telling him about the whole PUA thing and stuff while we were eating/walking to the bar. Before we left I ran back to my car to change shoes and to spray on some Axe bodyspray. My friend's like "is that stuff good?" I'm like "It's good for $4." I'm wearing jeans and a somewhat tight brown t-shirt. We get there and walk through the bar to where the pool tables are to see if they are open. They aren't. As we're walking back, this HB6.5 chick comes out of nowhere, runs up in front of me, and is like: Her: "Hi, I'm _____." (I'm like wtf cuz I've never been opened before in a bar. Ever.) Me: "Hi, I'm Falconer. Nice to meet you." Her: "Do you go to college around here?" Me: "I graduated from college 4 years ago" Her: "Oh, I"m 22" Then she runs away to go do whatever girls do. My friend and I sat down and I'm cracking up. My friend goes "how funny is that, you go out to practice meeting girls and some chick opens you!" I'm like "I know, that's never happened before." My friend is like "dude, she looks 16." I'm like "i know, right? She's 22." My friend goes "uh... she looks 16." So we're talking about stuff, chicks, catching up on stuff, etc. And eventually this girl walks by again is like "Hi Falconer!!!" I lift my drink a bit, say hi, and continue talking to my friend. For those of you who have read "the Game," you know how Style appears in the comic-like drawings in that book? There was guy there who looked EXACTLY like those drawings. I did a triple-take. He didn't look like Style... he looked like the comic version of him. It was weird. In the meantime, we notice a table with a 60/40 ratio of girls/guys. My friend is like "the hot gothic chick at that table keeps staring at me." She wasn't gothic at all, she just had black hair and a black dress. I'm like "whatever dude, she's looking at me." I explained to him the 3 second rule and how we had both fucked up by this point, anyway, so it didn't matter which one of us she was looking at. As I was talking to my friend again later, she was looking at me again, so I made and held eye contact with her instead of being a pussy and looking away like I usually would've done. Go me. Seriously, laugh all you want, but I was happy with myself. I gave her a little smile and she looked down and looked away. That's good, right? Whatever, I wasn't confident opening the 5 set she was in. Then that first chick walks by again, and is like "Falconer!!! gimme a hug!" What an aggressive girl, especially for a 22 year old! So I gave her a hug. She's like "you smell good." (Axe Bodyspray ftmfw ) I'm like "You smell good." Then she runs off to do her thing again. Then a 2 set sits down next to us comprised of an HB7 Asian chick and her friend. I joke to my friend about how they sat next to us because they wanted us to talk to them. I'm like "lets open them." He's like "naaah." Ok whatever. Then that first chick walks by again and I'm like: Me: "What, no 'hi' this time?" Her: "I gave you a hug last time!" Me: "Uh, yeah, and this time I need a kiss." and I pointed to my cheek. So she comes over and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Then she goes: Her: "Do you like piercings?" (I'm like "Uh... not really... but I gotta think of a good PUA response") Me: "That depends. What kindof piercings?" She then walks away, but as she's walking away she turns and pulls down her shirt/bra to reveal a pierced nipple. I'm like holy shit, this is the most forward girl I've ever met. A guy at a table nearby looked at me and started cracking up. In my somewhat-intoxicated state, I lean over and tell me friend "see? I have social proof with those guys, now. They just saw a chick flash me. They're probably thinking 'whoa, that guy must be awesome to have some chick flash him.'" My friend gets up to go to the bathroom. I remember the 2 set that sat down next to us. Fuck him, I'll open them myself. I prepare to use an opinion opener. I look over and the cute Asian chick looks at me and we both smile. I go to move in... Fuck. I had the biggest anxiety attack ever. I couldn't do it. My heart was pounding. My friend came back and I told him what a huge pussy I was. Oh well. The first chick comes back and tells me she's "gonna give me her number before she leaves" and then walks off again. I'm like "ok." My friend and I talk a bit more. The 2 set leaves. I suck. Nothing else really eventful happens, except the first chick comes back and sits next to me and is like "alright, I'm leaving. Give me your number." I'm like "no, you give me your number and I give her my phone. She programs it in. I'm like "so I should probably wait a few days before I call you, right?" She's like "no, call me tomorrow." Make-out close. I'm cracking up afterward. I look over and my friend is cracking up. He goes "are you going to call her?" I'm like "maybe if I *67 my number first." Ok, what I learned: I was feeling on top of the world for some reason before we left. I'm not sure why, but I feel like I was totally projecting confidence. I need to not puss out when a hot 2 set sits down next to me. I should've opened them. I'm still kicking myself for it because this chick was like girlfriend-pretty and she smiled at me. It must've been cuz I was projecting such confidence. I also should've opened the hot "gothic" chick who wasn't gothic. She was hot. An HB8. I should've used the first chick for more practice. She probably would've gone along with any thing I said/did so it would've been a confidence-building event (like when you know the outcome of something before you do it). But I was happy with myself for giving her a hard time and escalating it to a kiss. Anyway, if I always feel this good when I go out then I'll be happy. I hope Saturday wasn't a fluke. And if chicks want to keep opening me, I'm fine with that, too.