Pick Up Artistry

Jul 27, 2009 08:30


"um, NO there aren't any pick up artists here! All the guys are ugly! They aren't even trying to hit on me. What, I'm not cute enough for them...and I'm not stupid, that stuff only works on stupid people"

And with that the douchebaggery began.

The Hobo was working at Mr. Smiths last night for a Stoli promotion. We had a very nice dinner at Bossa Nova and then I went with her to get a couple drinks. It was typical Mr Smiths. A few of the same characters I've seen there before, even though it may have been a year since I last went.

After doing her thing we were getting drinks at the bar and chit chatting when she told me that her friend, who had been with us earlier, thought one of the bartenders was cute. I made some off the cuff remark about PUAs and being careful at Mr Smiths, which resulted in the above response.

Not long after the nasty looking old man next to us at the bar engaged the hobo in conversation. I just backed off and observed. They chit chatted at the bar for a good while. During the conversation he snuck into her personal space, then got a hold of her hand, then got the other hand on a knee, and even got an innocent grandpa kiss on the cheek. I saw things wrapping up when he pulled out a pen and paper, so I walked up to the bar to order a drink. She wrote something down and he handed her a business card.

Sweetie, you done got picked up!

Conversation done, we went to sit on the long sofa across from the bar and I asked her what the old man's story was. She said he didn't have any story. Then she told me about his house in (exotic country 1) and his villa in (exotic country 2) and his place in (exotic country 3) and of course he also has a "condo" two doors down from Mr Smiths that she was welcome to stay at if she didn't feel like going all the way home. What a sweet old man.

Mr Smiths is on 7th near market, two doors away is anything but "condos" that someone who has property around the world would live in. But that's not the point, whether those kind of details are overlooked or caught and he gets called out on doesn't matter. All that matters in that game is that she engaged him in conversation and he held her attention.

The card that he gave her read:

ROBERT E. LEE
Brain Surgeon M.D.
And
Rocket Scientist Ph.D
(415) 621-1791 (24 HRS)

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