Wednesday Night in Downtown

We rolled out with Mr. P for a casual night downtown. There was a little show at a club that we checked out. This place was one of the coolest bars I have yet to see, and the people there were better than average looking

The show ends, Joker opens a set, and I go in to wing. The girl I was talking with is leaving in the AM, never to return, and offers me some free furniture. I bite. But in typical LA fashion, she flakes

1. I open my first set. 3 girls. Oprah. It hooks hard. One of them will sleep with Oprah for 2 million. Another for 500k. They will sleep with each other for a ham sandwich. Mr. S comes in to wing. He is louder and higher energy than me so he gets more attention. I start to run scripted material... Brad Pitt, Smart tests... they are dumb, they ride the short bus. The 3rd girl is the driver. We all vibe on that a bit. Shedding cat. Can't even get into it before Mr. S is talking with them about something else. My target is trying hard to not get sucked into 1:1 conversation. Now they all have to leave, and I go for the number. My homework this month is to not be satisfied with #s, and to just plow until they physically leave. They are leaving now, so the # is the fallback plan. Now she says, I can't give my number I am just trying out this relationship thing. Oh, so you have a boyfriend? She is uncomfortable using that word... It is new, she says. I'm trying to be good. I can't give you my #. That is understandable. Email... that works. I try to yes ladder into the phone, and she doesn't bite, but she laughs. (C>5 / email)

2. Solo blond, Sexy shoes. She laughs. Shedding Cat. We pinky promise. She has to go. I suggest we continue this conversation another time, and she offers "Next Wednesday." Same time, same place. Uh huh, if you say so. (C<5)


The setup was great for taking out a date on a Wednesday night. Entertainment galore, and great eye candy, and private places to escalate.

Summary:
C<5 - 1
email - 1