A Lesson for the Books
The girls were playing proximity to us, for gawd knows what reason, it's not like any of us were actually fit that evening for glitz and glam. We were there simply to see DJ Miss Dust (who by the way was fuckin awesome) do her set. We weren't like the other uniformed Vegas douche bags who usually fill up Empire Ballroom with their sleeze. I mean for gawd's sake, it's dark as hell in there, WTF are you doing in sunglasses?
Ok for those of you who don't know what I mean by proximity. It's when people hover near people they're checking out but don't really want to go up to yet, or whatever. For example, let's say you walk into a bar and you see this person who is hot. You're too chicken shit to talk to them so you get close to them, without being too obvious and then eventually work up enough courage to make a move or talk yourself out of it, or hope to jeebus that they notice you and come up to you. I - don't - know I'm not you. But you get the idea.
So how do I know these girls were playing proximity, I don't actually. But with all the space that happens to be in the club, they just happen to show up five feet from us and just kinda hang around in a very high traffic awkward spot. I dunno, you tell me.
So what's a guy to do. I talk to them. We hit it off. My friend jumps in and we're talking the socks off these girls.
Gah I don't want to go into detail because, well, it's complicated. I'd have to go into the whole science of people's behavioral patterns, interactions, defensive walls and wingmen, but, the fact of the matter is I messed up. Without having to explain myself too much, let's just say I shouldn't have broke the group, but I did and I needed to reset the interaction.
But I took too long. The girls were playing the field and knocking the tools on their asses which was a good sign for us, because nobody but us got them to talk to us. My friend was in the bathroom and my gut was screaming at me to bridge the interaction again, but I was torn because I thought it would look really bad if I jumped back into conversation with the girls without him, but there's my mind and my gut, tearing at my inner ears, saying, DUDE, CLOSE IT NOW.
But it was too late. They left.
Haha. Lesson learned.
She designs bags for Guess
Ok for those of you who don't know what I mean by proximity. It's when people hover near people they're checking out but don't really want to go up to yet, or whatever. For example, let's say you walk into a bar and you see this person who is hot. You're too chicken shit to talk to them so you get close to them, without being too obvious and then eventually work up enough courage to make a move or talk yourself out of it, or hope to jeebus that they notice you and come up to you. I - don't - know I'm not you. But you get the idea.
So how do I know these girls were playing proximity, I don't actually. But with all the space that happens to be in the club, they just happen to show up five feet from us and just kinda hang around in a very high traffic awkward spot. I dunno, you tell me.
So what's a guy to do. I talk to them. We hit it off. My friend jumps in and we're talking the socks off these girls.
Gah I don't want to go into detail because, well, it's complicated. I'd have to go into the whole science of people's behavioral patterns, interactions, defensive walls and wingmen, but, the fact of the matter is I messed up. Without having to explain myself too much, let's just say I shouldn't have broke the group, but I did and I needed to reset the interaction.
But I took too long. The girls were playing the field and knocking the tools on their asses which was a good sign for us, because nobody but us got them to talk to us. My friend was in the bathroom and my gut was screaming at me to bridge the interaction again, but I was torn because I thought it would look really bad if I jumped back into conversation with the girls without him, but there's my mind and my gut, tearing at my inner ears, saying, DUDE, CLOSE IT NOW.
But it was too late. They left.
Haha. Lesson learned.
She designs bags for Guess