Bar time with the boyz

I'm up in Seattle, hanging out with some coworkers and friends/business partners. We hang out for a few hours drinking wine, and then move out to another bar with a hot waitstaff.



There are some expectations on the part of these people that I am the man. Many of them are married and think that I have wicked game. So of course I do my best to rise to the occasion. However, it is a Tuesday night in Bellevue, WA, so I do what I can



32. Seated 4-set. They are all older than dirt and married with kids. One of them has a kid older than girls I am fucking. I open with quality control. I cold read them. The spokesperson for the group tells me I have balls of steel to sit down at a table of 4 married women. Yup. I do. The conversation is generally free flow, with one of the women asking me what I do, again and again. I rebuff her each time. None of these women is going to be going home with me tonight, so I'm playing with them. I call them the real housewives of the OC. The really quiet one, I start to get sexual with. I use the word cock, and she is taken aback. So I use it again. They are all getting ready to leave, so now my friends and I have a table to use in a packed bar. I hug them all good-bye (C>5)



33. I open a mixed 2-set at the bar with Oprah. The dude is like, I hate Oprah, my wife watches her all the time. The chic asks, where are you going with this? Some other dude says, yeah, where are you going with this. I'm not into the challenges. I chat with the second dude a bit then he takes off (B)



34. I sit down at a table of 6 women, all older than 40. They are Argentinian, and sitting at a table next to their husbands. I chat with them for about 10 minutes, and then just leave (C>5)



At this point, there are no sets. There are about 4 women in the bar that don't work there. 1 of them is making out with a guy. 1 of them is in a hyper kino session with a guy. And two of them look like my Dad.



35. 4 girls arrive and sit down. I open them with quality control. I cold read them... the spokesperson, the shy girl, the mother hen, and the trouble maker. I'm spot on. The mother hen eventually says, it was nice to meet you. I tease her for trying to get rid of me. I chat with the other girls for another 5 minutes, and then leave. I wouldn't fuck any of these girls with Joker's dick. I'm at the table next to them, and I hear the mother hen say "I should have said fuck off." So I turn around and talk to them some more, and say it is really cute how girls in Seattle who are 3's or 4's sometimes act like they are 7's or 8's. Did that get me any closer to getting laid? Nope. But in my current enebriated (sp?) state, I thought it was funny as hell (C>5)