Rule #8: Stop Thinking, Start Doing

When I approach a woman at a bar, I usually like to have a game plan (along with an escape plan, because it’ll probably end badly. This goes through my head when failing miserably…)

However, sometimes it’s good to just go up and start talking; let your natural charm, wit, and silliness win them over. Let the conversation flow naturally. You’re an intelligent, social being, so just talk about anything. Your brain is your enemy, kill it with alcohol.

Of course, it doesn’t hurt to have a wingman helping you out. A story will be written soon, with a new cavalcade of characters.

Afterthought: I didn’t know this before, but apparently some people just don’t know how to make conversation. As human beings, those people should have the social skills to respond with more than one-word answers. We are people; we are social beings; how hard is it to be a person?


Who Needs a Wingman?

This was one of my first times out since a very rough New Year’s. Don’t expect a blog post about that night, simply because I don’t remember it. And apparently, I was lost about half of the night. While I was told I was really hitting it off with a girl at one point, I awoke the next morning (in my suit, bow-tie still tied, sleeping on a hanger, my wallet missing, and cursed with a splitting headache) with no new phone numbers in my phone.

This night is different; this night Ryan and I are going out with Jordan, his wife, and two of her friends. One of her friends has a boyfriend and the other has a fiancé. By the end of the night, Ryan and I have the drunken chant “engaged, boyfriend, married!”

We’re idiots.

It’s technically a “Girls’ Night” and a “Guys’ Night” where we take the same car into Palo Alto, separate, then meet up later on. This is also when I was still contemplating whether or not to take a break from dating.

Ryan, Jordan, and I get to the first bar (sans Engaged, Boyfriend, Married) where Jordan has a game plan to get Ryan as drunk as possible. He gets Ryan to chug my beer while I’m in the bathroom. Then, as Ryan is in the bathroom, Jordan goes over and talks to two women across the bar. I join him shortly to help out. Turns out that they’re German, and one of them in under 21. Ryan comes back, so Jordan and I switch conversation to highlight Ryan. However, they get boring, so we move on to a new bar.

This is the bar where Engaged, Boyfriend, Married are having their girls’ night, so we say a quick “Hello” and go off to the back patio. About 5 beers in (2 Jordan made him chug), Ryan is very drunk. With all inhibitions gone, he just starts going up to women to talk to them. For some reason, the two he went up to are also German (I really don’t know if there is a big transplant of Germans in the Palo Alto area or if it’s just a weird coincidence). After some (relatively odd and) reasonably aggressive flirting, he gets the two girls to go to the dance floor with him. Jordan and I follow, just enjoying Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride.

Those two get bored and disappear somewhere, so we move on. Ryan starts talking to some random girl, I don’t know how, and I go in to wingman by talking to her cute friend. We exchange pleasantries, but otherwise, I don’t get much from this girl. Ryan, however, gets a phone number. The night took a turn for the weird, but it doesn’t fit the theme of this blog, so I’ll omit it.

Shortly after, he went on an okay date with her. On the plus side, she was a Sharks fan; on the negative side, she didn’t know who Luke Skywalker was. Deal-breaker? Apparently, for nerds like us, it almost was. I still tried to convince him to see her, because well…it’s someone to date, so what’s the worst that could happen? But we didn’t see them again until about a month and half later.


Rule #7: Every Girl Crazy ’bout A Sharp Dressed Man

Make sure you put your pants on, because when I walk outside naked, people throw garbage at me. Now this is not a style blog, so I’m not going to go into fashion, even though I easily could. This is just a post to remind you all to be aware of what you wear.

Know the type of situation you’ll be in. For most bars, especially Northern California, t-shirt and jeans are not only the norm, they’re expected. The more dressed up you get, the more you stand out, and that’s not always a good thing. The key to being a well-dressed-man is dressing for the occasion. If you’re going to an upscale club, by all means, wear your three-piece-suit you recently had tailored because you can pull it off (provided that it’s GCWOK-approved).

You also have to remember that if you’re going to be drinking heavily, you may not want to bring a jacket if you’re likely to forget it somewhere. Although if it’s cold out, don’t go out with too few layers or you could end up drinking to feel warm, which is a very bad idea.