We had to regroup at the second venue. Three of us were out of state. I was doing my best to have fun but I could feel I was a little off. Outside, I tried to pump every up with positive energy and I tried to force myself to do better by saying I was gonna give a demo on how to open in this lound environment. It worked to actually get me doing things correctly. I got some sets to last longer instead of the instant blow outs I was getting.
Later, I came up with an idea to hit up the street sets around Hubbard as we were ready to quit, yet I noticed it was around closing time for the early bars. Our third wing, who's screen name eludes me (he's Asian), actually got a make out on the street with his first white girl. That was inspiring.
I forced myself to open some sets in front of Paris Club. There were some hotties there and I was happy I made myself approach. There was this tall redhead that I actually had hooked from a strong physical opener. I just went up to her and I was immediately holding her hands and she was fine with it. She was high buying temperature, probably from being drunk.
"Do you know her?"
I realized later that the fact that she had to ask me that means I was doing things correctly. It looked so on that she wasn't sure if that I was just some random guy. I fell into her frame and hesitated and then said something like, "We all know each other on some level." The friend then just grabbed my girl and dragged her away.
I recognized the move just as I busted out. Here's how the interaction should have been.
Friend: Do you know her?
Me: (offended) I probably have known her longer than you.
I also could have said something more rude, "Do I know her? I probably have fucking known her longer than you!"
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