Friday Night Field Report @ The Bar [June 26, 2015]- Girl Recognizes Me From Controversial Youtube Video

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I hit the bar Friday night around 7:45, grabbed a bar-stool, ordered myself a plastic cup-to-go of pear Vodka, cranberry juice with a splash of Triple Sec on top.

The spot was pretty much empty but for a drunk guy standing beside me yelling incoherently.

Checked my watch and realized that it was early though it felt latish.

After a while, a sexy fucking chick donned in a red dress took a seat on the stool next to me.

I immediately opened her [struck up a conversation].

She ignored me.

Cool!

A veteran PUA is never fazed by that.

I kept talking to her [over my shoulder while we sat shoulder to shoulder].

She finally cracked and cracked with a smile while trying to suppress it in order to not appear so easily taken.

My charms worked like a charm on this HB9 with a frosty attitude. 😉

She eventually opened up almost fully within 10 minutes of me doing most of the blabbering and poaching.

She then asked:

“You’re Socialkenny from Youtube, right”?

Me: “Yea. How did you know”?

Girl: “I seen your controversial video about women in g-strings.

Me: “Oh yea? How did that happen”?

Girl: “A friend of mine shared it on Facebook. I thought it was disgusting”!

This led to a long and spirited discourse about my controversial video and the motivation to put such content out there on the web.

Obviously- at least obvious to me- this girl was very much into me…especially upon learning who I was [Socialkenny] and what I teach [pickup].

I was still on my 1st of 2 drinks while this chick had already downed 3 fucking soda-mixed cocktails like they were water! 😯

As a guy who cannot drink for shit: I was both impressed and felt somewhat emasculated that a girl was able to down 3 alcoholic drinks while I was still struggling with just 1. 😦 😦

Anyway, during the chat, I threw in a few sexual spikes:

“Hey, I must be real with you. Your cleavage is fucking tempting me”!

She laughed and looked at me with aa testy smile as if to see whether I would remain congruent or back down.

I stood my ground and reiterated what I said.

It was priceless!

My eyes were primarily zoomed in on her protruding cleavage which were nearly touching my shoulder blade as she turned and talked.

My gaze ran from boobs to lips, boobs to lips, eyes, boobs…

Most guys are too bashful to even peek at a woman’s bust while in conversation let alone stare.

It is thought to be rude and intrusive.

This may appear so, bet here’s the kicker: it is only deemed by women as intrusive and rude if the guy who’s admiring her package isn’t on her level…meaning her social status far exceeds him.

Women only get offended when men who are out of their league try to pass their place.

Hence, as long as you approach girls as though you belong [in her proverbial league], they will regard your advances as justified and normal.

A while later, I ordered another pear-flavored Vodka Absolute cocktail though I wasn’t even half done with the 1st cup.

We flirted sexually and playfully while I fiddled with my smartphone trying to multi-task between checking my FB notifications and gaming this blazing hottie in red.

Me: “Your tits are really tempting. Why couldn’t you wear something less revealing”?

Girl in red: 😆 “Anything I wear reveals my breasts”. 🙂

Some guy came and sat next to us- someone she apparently knows- ordered beers and our conversation flow was interrupted as she chatted with the other guy for a bit.

This totally fucked my situation as the girl was now distracted, forced to engage in convo with the other guy because they know each other.

I remained cool as a cucumber, intermittently commenting to her about something random while she does the same.

Since it was still very early, I floated around the bar talking to other chicks while she grabbed a seat at a table with 2 other girls.

Some time had elapsed and it was getting somewhat late so I decided to grab her phone number.

Recalling that she said she left her mobile phone at home, I borrowed a pen from the bartender and rummaged through my pockets for any piece of scrap paper I could find in order to jot down my phone number for the # swap.

The reason I didn’t this: apart from being cool, was to ensure that she does forget my name and number.

I called her aside from her girls:

Me: “We must stay in touch. Here’s my number. Sorta old fashion but better than nothing”.

I handed her the piece of paper with Kenny and my # jotted on it.

She laughed for a bit as this was really uncommon for her.

Note: this girl is about 21 years old.

In essence, she was too young to remember the pre-smartphone era where guys and gals used to swap phone numbers via pen and paper. So this sort of pick-up made her chuckle. 🙂

She gave me her number and we parted ways.

Ok, normally, I wouldn’t pick up a girl in this manner at a bar or nightclub.

What I mean is, I would usually try to take the girl home instead, since there’s a strong possibility that a girl who’s intoxicated may forget your number the following day(s). Hence, the safer bet is to try to sleep with her that night.

Be as it may, I took the gamble anyway and decided to bank on her remembering me whenever I do contact her.

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