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My Date With Amanda – A First Date Horror Story

Blade — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 13:46:24 +0000

Many of us have many first date nightmare stories. Some stories more horrid than others. I myself have had some nightmares. Forgetting my wallet…calling her by the wrong name several times…pouring wine all over her new dress. Yeah the list is endless.
I came across this story on one of my favourite sites, http://www.lamebook.com. Its got to be one of the funniest first date experiences I have ever read.

Whimsical Encounters with A Girl Called Janice

Blade — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 06:45:42 +0000

I think it was a Friday night at my my HQ. It must have been my round cause I went over to the bar to get the boys a round of drinks. That is when I noticed Janice and her friend sitting in at the corner of the bar…yeah I know..cliche. They weren’t saying much to each other, they seemed to be watching the people.

Blade: “…what are you two doing?..whos boyfriend are you casing? “
Janice: “ excuse me?..”
Blade: “ you seem to be watching people…its kinda creepy. I’m curious. “
Janice: “…Creepy” *puzzled*

I then went on to explain that I am fascinated by creepy chicks and that two girls drinking wine in lovely cocktail dresses at the corner of the bar just watching people was quite curious. I explained that I consider myself a bit of a social anthropologist and this would be a great case study.

Janice: “ social anthropologist..like an amateur…interesting. We are psychology interns. We are just watching people..it’s part of our exercise”

We were at the tipping point in our conversation here. I had to come up with something interesting enough for me to stay and talk to these two or I would have to bail and deliver the round of drinks to the boys. She had attitude…I liked the challenge. She was also clearly the alpha female of the two as she hardly gave her friend a chance to speak even though I directed certain sentences to her. She was enjoying the interaction, it was her chance to “shoot that cocky random dude down”. Obviously felt she was more qualified to use the term “social anthropology” …judging from the posh way she added the word amateur to her retort.

Not to blow my own horn, I knew exactly what to do here. I been doing this shit for years. She was testing me.

Blade: “bullshit…I know what’s going on here. It’s February and you two are first year interns…you live/work in the southern suburbs…you decided to come to check out this side of town..but you don’t know anyone here…you both are dressed to kill…so you were hoping to meet interesting people.”

They are both laughing at this point. Some of the stuff I mentioned were true and some very close. They were in there for the first time, they went out for a couple drinks to celebrate their first week as interns. They weren’t completely closed to meeting new interesting people outside of their student world. They were working professionals now…they felt they needed to check out where the pros hang out. My HQ was recommended to them.

Blade: “ … I am the most interesting individual you will meet tonight. True story.”

Sometimes it’s better to just proclaim it..and it shall be so.

I had reason to believe it because I was the only guy that approached them.

I delivered the drinks and later came back to them. We talked at length about just arb stuff. Smart interesting and funny.

Alas, I had to leave, I got both their numbers , said my goodbyes and missioned of with the boys we had business elsewhere.

Early winter... later that year. I’m at the HQ again, suited up chilling with the boys and some American tourist girls we had met earlier that year. The bar is crowded…I’m having a chat to Miss Chicago when I accidentally bump Janice.

I had forgotten who she was yet her face looked familiar. She had the same puzzled look on her face. I asked if we had met before..

Janice: “ yes…you’re the social anthropology guy”

I still couldn’t remember. Lots of people know I do this social anthropology thing. After further interrogation I remembered. But unfortunately I confused her for her friend…she wasn’t impressed.

Janice: “ why are you suited up?…what is the occasion?”
MissChicago : “…I’ve noticed he wears a suit most times we go out “
Blade: “…its Friday..”

We went on to have a great time that night, talking shit..laughing at stuff until we parted ways again.

The strange thing about Janice is that the same thing kept happening over the next YEAR in a similar pattern.

Meet Randomly.
I recognise her but forget her name.
She reminds me.
We share a drink and conversation.
We part ways.
She Invites me to a party, I decline..can’t make it
I invite her to bowling…she declines..can’t make it

I got to say I quite like it.

At our last encounter I did try to take her out for an ice-cream of coffee but she resisted. My assumption is that she has a boyfriend.

But something tells me we shall meet again.

Its these random little encounters with people that I enjoy. People you would have never actually have met if you did not take that first step to get to meet them.

10 of Cape Towns Best Clubs to Meet Hot Chicks

Blade — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 06:45:03 +0000

This was a surprisingly difficult list to put together. There are simply so many places to go to in Cape Town we (TheScud and I) haven’t yet visited them all. We don’t think we’ll be able to get to them all. But of all the places we’ve visited, we think this list is a pretty comprehensive list. It is a list of clubs that you are almost guaranteed to meet some of the hottest and most interesting women in Cape Town this summer.
The most important criteria for a great venue for meeting hotties is, that’s right you guessed it, lots of hot chicks. But there are also other factors that contribute to this, approachability of the ladies and atmosphere of the venue. We have also added our most successful pickup line for that particular venue. Use it lose it. Your choice.

Karma

Karma is a beach lounge bar, situated in Cape Town’s favourite playground, Camps Bay. Karma is lounging and partying at its finest. Stylish and upmarket, Karma Lounge invites you to come straight off the beach and enjoy cocktails, sushi, prawns and Champagne on large comfortable sofas; overlooking Camps Bay’s picturesque beachfront. This is the perfect venue to meet those beach loving cocktail swigging fun loving hotties. Your game better be tight here.

Most Successful Pickup Line:
“Wow. girl….if I was straight…you’d so be my type!” – Blade

Address:
http://www.karmalounge.co.za
Victoria Road, Camps Bay

Jade

Not quite a club, not quite a bar Jade (in Green Point) hosts Cape Town’s hottest Thursday night party; and best of all it is always packed wall to wall with the finest hunnies in town, with a fine smattering of overseas talent to boot. It’s by no means an all-night affair (well it will be if things go well…) so get there early, but not too early. If you are a regular, like me and some of my crew then you’ll have a gold card which means you get to skip the cue. Dress stylish, but don’t look like you’re trying.

Most Successful Pickup Line:
“Does my tongue taste funny?” – The Scud

Address:
39 Main Road, Green Point Cape Town

Mersey Bar

This is a little known gem in the CBD. An excellent after-party / pre-party joint or as my American friends like to say…Pre Game. This is quite a new place in the CBD, great service, and excellent décor. One of my favourite things about it is that it has 2 levels. Downstairs is where you enter, meet and mingle. You can then go upstairs and lounge around one of the large couches if you want a little one on one time.

Most Successful Pickup Line:
“..You were born in March right?…no?…ok…My name is Blade…what’s yours.” – Blade

Address:
Facebook Page
6 Watson Street (just off BREE STR), Cape Town

Neighborhood

This spot is one of my favourite ever joints in Cape Town.
Neighbourhood is a restaurant / pub / cocktail bar. It’s rather large with a long balcony overlooking long street. Different sitting areas, booths, couches, chairs and benches etc.
On any given night you can find a myriad of different kinds of people. Unlike most other venues in the Cape Town neighbourhood I found attracts the widest range of girls. You get your artists types, students, 30 something’s, 20 somethings, business types to slackers. I quite like this spot because will get to meet some of the most attractive girls from the widest range of the social spectrum.
Its normally a stop off to a bigger party, but most times its so cool over there people end up abandoning their plans to move on. Super friendly girls, hell super friendly people in general and very approachable.

Most Successful Pickup Line:
“Hi, I’m Blade.” – Blade

Address:
169 Long Street, Cape Town City

Deco Dance

Situated in the Old Biscuit Mill in Woodstock this place is a real time-warp, straight back into the ’80s. It is intentionally set-up to look like a nite club out of the Miami Vice era – carpeted walls and too many mirrors. The tunes too are a complete hark back; Wham, The Pixies, Violet Femmes, Bowie, you name it, the DJ plays it and he doesn’t even bother mixing. And there are NO drinks allowed on the dance floor. Expect a slightly older woman to be the norm here (cougar anyone?).

Most Successful Pickup Line:
“I dig your leg warmers.” – The Scud

Address:
375 Albert (Lower Main Road), Olde Biscuit Mill , Salt River

Asoka Son of Dharma

Asoka Son of Dharma offers you a sophisticated lounge, bar. The contemporary interior offers you comfort and a warm, social atmosphere. A landmark of this positively unique lounge is the olive tree that is situated in the heart of the venue, opening up to Cape Town sky.
The kind of girls you get to meet here all depends on what time of night you arrive. If you get there early you will meet what I like to call the “Pink Cocktail Clubbers”. These are girls that love to meet each other after work on a Friday afternoon to have cocktails and catch up. These are a tricky bunch. If you are lucky you will meet a group of single ones. They normally travel in groups of 3 or more. Your game better be 100%. They have had a long day; they are meeting with friends so an interruption from you might not be welcome. But if you are able to manage that, you are IN.
Later in the evening the Pink Cocktail Clubbers turn into to girls that just want to have fun. The resident DJ always plays the best in deep house music. Be prepared to loosen up and jam a little. It’s a rather smart joint with a very discerning door policy so …avoid that T-shirt. The girls are usually dressed to kill, I recommend you do too.

Most Successful Pickup Line:
OMG, did you just touch my butt?..no?…well ..you should have.

Address:
68 Kloof Street, Cape Town City

Caprice

Cafe Caprice on Camps Bay boulevard is an institution, and well known across SA as one of the best bars to meet Cape Town’s young and beautiful creatures. You’re also likely to see some of sports stars knocking back a few tequilas there. Though it’s a tough nut to crack if you’re not one of the trust fund kids. Summer Sundays are the best time to frequent this beach bar. Some crazy shyte goes down in that place, like being offered to feel-up some some models newly acquired decolletage, or witnessing two guys AND a girl walk out of the cubicle in the mens’ room… Hmmmm…

Most Successful Pickup Line:
“WOW, these feel SO real.” – The Scud

Address:
37 Victoria Road, Camps Bay

Julep

Julep is a bar/lounge that is following a European trend of foregoing big, brassy signage. Situated in an alley just off Long Street in Town, Julep is so named because of their signature drink – the mint julep. Past the bins (which can become quite pongy) there is an unassuming door with a small sign that reads simply, Julep.
Because of its position on Long Street its normally visited by residents of the nearby backpackers. Lots of Scandinavian tourist girls if that’s your fancy.
It’s quite popular and is normally quite packed. If you don’t get there early to score seating you might have a problem. This does however offer an excuse for you to get up close and personal.

Most Successful Pickup Line:
“…you sound funny..where are you from?” – Blade

Address:
Alley off Long Street Cape Town

Chevelle

It’s certainly one of the hot spots of Cape Town. This is a spot that Cape Town’s most beautiful people love to hang out. I remember walking into that place for the first time and being completely stunned and what I saw. It looked like I had just walked into a scene on an Fashion TV show. It’s easy to generalise about the girls that rock Caprice. I’ve heard things like Stuck Up, Plastic and even Dumb. If you hear things like this, consider the source. It’s usually just jealous girls or rejected dudes. The girls at Chevelle are no more stuck up than girls from any other venue. Try not judging a book by its cover here, you will be surprised.

Most Successful Pickup Line:
“…that’s awesome!…I bought my mom those exact same shoes” -Blade

Address:
84 Harrington Street, Cape Town

Oblivion

Nestled in the Southern suburbs this restaurant/wine bar is a real little gem, if you like your conservative (usually English) girls with a “dirty” side. And it makes a pretty decent pizza, too, available late into the night and into the early morn. This place is frequented by girls that do not want to make the trip into town and a convenient side-effect of being “close to home” is that the levels of inebriation are usually quite high, this is a four+ glasses of wine type of place. The drunker they get, the more likely you are to see them on The Pole, which is in the middle of the dance floor. Brush up on your Counting Crows lyrics and grab a hunny late into the evening while belting out MIIISSSSSTTTTEERRR JONES AND ME….

Most Successful Pickup Line:
“Is that a real Polo bag?” – The Scud

Address:
22 Chichester Road, corner of 3rd & Chichester, Harfield Village

How to get her Number using Facebook

Blade — Fri, 13 Mar 2009 06:00:14 +0000

There are some similarities between getting a girls number face to face as opposed to getting her number through Facebook.
Some might say it’s easier others say not so much.

I prefer to get her number face to face. That way I can tell immediately whether I want to contact her at all or not. I can tell how “on” (how much attraction is between us) it is.
That being said, I do occasionally use the Facebook route. It’s convenient; I’m a busy guy with things to do. And if I’m interested in a particular lass, it’s easier for me to interact with her via the convenience of FB.

Facebook offers the following advantages for me. Once I add them they get a sneak peek into my lifestyle, my personality and they kind of guy I am. Simply by browsing the info page they get to see what kind of movies and music I like. The kind of activities I’m involved in. This information would normally be conveyed through conversation over time.

The Beginning.

A few weeks ago Bmad and I was invited to our buddy Vegetarian Vince’s house party. Yeah, he’s Vegetarian. It was a small party of just close friends nothing crazy as we have come to expect from Vegetarian Vince. A hubbly, some vegetarian food and some good music.
Bmad and I arrived quite late; we spent the day with our friends from the Nuptials Navy (AKA Marriage Marines: this is what we call our married guy friends).

There was this beautiful girl sitting with her friends on the couch. She kind of looked like Blake Lively from Gossip Girl but not as tall. A real stunner, needless to say she caught my attention.
My first thought was, how the fuck did Vegetarian Vince get a hot chick like this to come to his house!?
As the party went along I never really got a chance to have a 1 on 1 conversation with her as Vegetarian Vince’s seemed to be kinda keen on her. I had to back off.
Pictures were taken and Bmad and I left early, we had other shit to do the weekend had just started for us.

Around Wednesday the next week I receive a friend request from her. It seems that someone had tagged me in a mutual pic. A friend request? I had either made a some sort of impression or…She’s one of those Facebook hoes..You know the kind that likes to add every random person to their friends list.
After some checking I found out that this wasn’t the case. Her profile made sense.

The Interaction

I took a look at her profile, it seems that she is quite well travelled, loves the outdoors. I could tell from all the camping and travelling pics.
One of the biggest mistakes guys make is try to get serious. They apply pressure by going for the number too soon.
I kept my emails to her fun, cocky but funny. Not asking all the typical questions one might be tempted to ask earlier on.
She had a funny surname so I have her crap about that. This is a personal favourite of mine. If a mature individual easily takes offence to an innocent chirp about their name it normally tells me that this person takes themselves too seriously and doesn’t have a sense of humour. If you can’t laugh at yourself you can’t laugh with me and if you can’t laugh with me, we can’t be friends.

To my delight she returned an email giving me shit about my surname (which is also a little odd)

Another pitfall for guys on the Facebook interaction is frequency. They feel the need to reply immediately. This is a fine line. You could either come off as a reliable guy or desperate looser. I’m all about space. Despite being an internet geek (I’m online almost 24/7) I am busy, so I would reply the next day or 2 days and she would do the same. + Points for her.

We did not speak of numbers or going for coffee, just back and forth taking jabs at each other but almost always peppering the interaction with bits and pieces of information about ourselves. She told me a little about the countries she has visited and the interesting things she has done. Just like old friends would.

The point here is to build rapport.

Getting The Number

After a couple weeks of this back and forth I felt it was time to eject and take this interaction to LIVE.
I always have some fun shit going down on weekends. Be it beach, guest list at a party, a house party, a concert or all of the above. So there is always fun stuff to do and invite friends.

It would be a bit of a letdown if after all this charged and fun back and further we had to ask out for a coffee. How antiquated!

Here is how to do it.
My email to her.

You know what, you seem like a lot of fun..so far I’ve detected acceptable levels of crazy emanating from ya.

What you up to this weekend? We going to Camps bay on Friday then hemisphere on Saturday night should be awesome.. you should come along, bring your friends..u know someone to babysit ya

let me know

From your interaction (if done correctly) she knows that you are a no pressure fun guy that’s out to have fun.
lets break my email down sentence by sentence

You know what, you seem like a lot of fun..so far I’ve detected acceptable levels of crazy emanating from ya.

Basically says to her that you qualified her. She passed your crazy test.

What you up to this weekend? We going to Camps bay on Friday then hemisphere on Saturday night should be awesome.. you should come along

Basically says you have a plan for the weekend, the WE suggests there will be other people she can either join and have fun with if not well the fun will continue either way. The fun doesn’t depend on her as opposed to a coffee where if she’s not around …well fukols going to happen.

, bring your friends..u know someone to babysit ya

This carries on with the cocky teasing back and forth, almost challenging her to act.

Her reply

i seem like a lot of fun because i am.. aaand clearly i am very modest too..haha..jokes, jokes,,. aand yea i could possibly go to hemisphere on saturday..sounds fun. text me the details. 0765551111 haha and i dont need a babysitter..most of the time..only sometimes.

Boom! I didn’t even have to ask for the digits.

The Conclusion

If you’re thinking you can fake being a fun individual you are sorely mistaken. If you don’t think you are a fun guy, start working on that. Don’t treat the symptoms rather work on the root cause.

PATIENCE! What is your rush? Do you think a high value male panics when an attractive girl shows interest ? NO cause he knows there are plenty more. Don’t trip over somebody you don’t really know dude.

Never waste time and energy one someone that hasn’t earned in. ( take this statement in context)

Now the weekend hasn’t arrived. The actual meeting will be a whole other level of game. Ill take notes and update you guys.

My Wingman Woes

Blade — Wed, 26 Nov 2008 08:08:48 +0000

The difference between a good and terrible wingman is pretty evident when you are dealing with a situation where it is essential to have a competent one. Duh!
I had such a situation last night. I don’t know why I often find it within me to be charitable but this time it almost cost me a good night out.

Here is the short version of what happened.

I was out with my good mate and wingman Mike “BadBoy” Lowry. We were having celebratory drinks at the headquarters.

Enter Tito. Tito was a dude id met a couple days ago. An interesting dude with interesting tales but an AFC (average frustrated chump) nonetheless.

So we are at the bar and these 3 hotties walk in. I obviously initiate chat and make introductions. We find out that they are 1 Norwegian and 2 Dutch (Holland not Boland). BadBoy is immediately keen on the Norwegian and a few minutes later, as it happens, it’s clear she’s into him.

This leaves me and Tito. I should have dismissed Tito at this point but I’m not a dick like that. I Know Tito is useless, and I think he knew it too cause the 2 Dutch girls much preferred to engage me in conversation.

As the night progressed we chatted and I got to know the girls a little better, Tito was trying very hard to be interesting, too hard. He was just doing all the wrong things and eventually the girl’s frustration with him became evident.

This dude was bringing our value down, cramping our style. I was spending way too much time managing him. I had to do something. It’s was harsh but it was for the greater good.

Tito is a little weird ain’t he?
< Norwegian> …yes he is…I’m not sure what he’s talking about half the time
met him a couple days ago…he’s like green tea…acquired taste. If you need rescuing just blink three times in my general direction…
< Norwegian> what? [laughs]
….you do know how to blink rite?

I basically subtly differentiated him from us and made them aware that his behaviour is not the norm with us.

At the end of the night we got their numbers and told them that we’ll take them out dancing over the weekend, without Tito.

The night might have ended differently though, eish

The First Night Out With The Scud

Blade — Tue, 11 Nov 2008 05:27:43 +0000

Saturday, just before the big Springbok VS Wales game. The Scud met me at popular watering hole where I was watching the game with my wingman Bmad. The plan was to watch the game there and celebrate my new friend BikeMadMike’s birthday. There were quite a few other friends of ours there. This humble setting was just the calm before the craziness that was about to ensue.

We kicked Welsh ass. Then all bounced to a restaurant where BikeMadMike’s girlfriend had reserved a table for our entourage. A few more friends joined us.

The Scud Launches
dude, take a look behind the bookshelf.

Behind the bookshelf sat 2 lovely looking ladies having dinner. The Scud had his eye on the blond one with a red cocktail dress.

Nice…at least HB9
I’m gonna order them a drink…
… I don’t know about that…buying them a drink… I’m not sure that’s the best course of action.
I’ll buy the drink and go over there and talk to them later.
…Blade …there are no rules…just guidelines.

Bmad was right. You can do almost anything you want, as long as you can back it up with something substantial. Enough to make it clear that you are not trying to buy their attention with a drink…rather offering them an excuse to talk to you.

I’ll admit “restaurant game” wasn’t really my forte. I still wasn’t sure about that move but Ive been in the game long enough to know that crazy shit happens.

your right…I do kinda get over scientific about this shit sometimes
…I’m gona go with the Shotgun method…shoot from the hip style.

Off went The Scud anonymously ordered the ladies drinks and had the waiter deliver them. He decided on cosmos. Red to match the blonde’s dress( lets call her Miss Cosmo). Scud you dawg.

A Few minutes later TheScud came back.

OK…what now…?

After some more debate with us The Scud decided to stick with the shotgun method. He walked over there and started talking to them.

Now from where I sat I couldn’t hear what was being said. But judging from the body language, the ladies were very receptive. I was quite impressed at this point. But I know in most cases this is where things go downhill for most men.

Not being able to back up the bold gesture with bolder/interesting personality.

I checked my watch 5mins …10mins go by. He is perched right there with them and is in conversation like he walked in with them. They are laughing smiling, leaning in and clearly paying attention to what he’s saying.

I turned to Bmad and said.

… lasted over 5 mins with 2 HB9s…
…the force is strong with this one.

Bmad has been my wingman over a year. I’ve never heard him say that about a new guy before.
I kept watching. There came a point when Miss Cosmo’s friend left to go to the toilet. Out came Miss Cosmo’s business card…out came The Scuds phone. Yep, he had her number.

Most men would have left immediately after getting the number. That is a big mistake. Stick around longer, make it clear that you goal was not just the phone number but to actually make a connection. The Scud sat there for a couple more minutes.

I didn’t teach him any of this shit. Clearly the scud had some natural skill.

The Scud walked back over to our table with a Cheshire grin on his face.

…hahahaha maybe there is something to this “shotgun” approach
dude….shes Swedish.
…you mathafaka…[shook his head]
Aright Bitchez…we out this bitch!

BikeMadMike was fired up for a party. The girlfriend had just agreed to hand over custody of her beloved to us. We paid the bill and our party moved on to kick of the “real” party.

We all met up at the door of The Headquarters (aka The White House) all geared up. I swung by my place to fetch my extra Fedora for BikeMadMike he was feeling left out as Bmad, The Scud and myself had headgear.

The Scud Strikes Again.

Now a lot of interesting things happened there that night but the notable was when this gorgeous black haired girl (let’s call her Raven) tapped me on the shoulder asking be for a light. I took the cigarette and placed the unlit tip on my chest as thought trying to light it and handed it back to her with a big smile saying ” …not yet…”

This is where The Scud came in. He asked for her cigarette went over to a table next to us asked for a lighter, put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it.
Normally this is not something I would recommend. My style is cheeky, cocky. I would probably give her a little shit before I actually got her a lighter. I thought it was that genius how he casually placed the cigarette in his mouth and lit it as though they’ve known each other for ages. Remember her date is watching all this.

I stepped away to observe as The Scud and BikeMadMike chatted up the couple. The Scud spoke to the guy and BikeMadMike spoke to Raven. Almost instinctually they switched partners. I’m still not sure how The Scud got BikeMadMike to switch but it was done with grace.

A few minutes later BikeMadMike leaves to go get some more beers and I replace him. Suddenly The Scud announces that Raven and he are off to get more drinks. Up and off the bar they go. WTF?!
I’m thinking we just Hi-jacked this poor dudes date. I spoke to him a little, he wasn’t upset. I don’t think we gave him a reason to be upset. She was laughing and having fun. She wanted to go off with The Scud for more drinks. If he wasn’t such a nice guy I wouldn’t have felt a little bit sorry for him. But what can I say; it’s the law of nature…survival of the smoothest.

The Rest of the Night

The main mission was to celebrate BikeMadMikes bday. He could not believe believe the shit that was going down around him, just random girls everywhere wanting to take pictures with him. I kept telling the girls that it was his bday and you had to take a picture kissing him on the cheek. He didn’t argue, he was Loving it!

We had been talking to so many people that night. We were actually introducing them to the other random people he had just met. We bumped into some French dudes at one bar only later to spot them making out with girls id introduced them to a few minutes ago at a different bar. DAMn!

The night ended with all 4 of us having burgers and laughing about the nights’ events.

Our gift to BikeMadMike…a fedora…a photo album full of random hotties all over him (I don’t think his girlfriend would like) and memories.

The Lesson

I learnt something from this evening. A lesson I had forgotten. Sometimes I get way to cerebral with technique. You just gotta “Shotgun” the mathafaka sometimes.

I also learnt that The Scuds initial game is pretty good. He could do with a little more edge as he walks the thin line between “friend-zone-guy” and gentleman.

The Game for me is broken down into 3 stages Initial Game (or A Game), Mid Game, End Game. I’ll write more on this later.
Its Mid Game (the second / 3^rd date) that is the most difficult in my opinion.
I’m curious to see how he handles Mid Game stage.

Thanks Scud

The Blind Date Experiment

Blade — Mon, 10 Nov 2008 07:30:06 +0000

Ive never been on a blind date before. I constantly hear horror stories about them. The funniest story I ever heard was a friend rocking up at a blind date and his date had rocked up with 2 of her kids , that he wasnt told about. Her excuse…she couldn’t find a baby-sitter. Terrible.

The Setup
I was at a birthday party on saturday where I met Kathrine. After some time chatting and admitadly a few beers she started telling me about her friend. She was adamant Erin and I would get along like a house on fire. She asked , no demanded, that I giver her my number so she would set it up.
The only description she gave was that she was more “veloptuos” than her.
I thought this could be interesting. Worst case scenario I end up with a terrible tale that I could tell at dinner parties, grand kids or at dates.

I gave her my numer and that was that.

3 Days later I get an sms from Erin:
“Hey Sir Peter, i got your number from Kat..she told me we should meet..How do you feel about that? Cherio Erin”

The Sir thing is part of a routine I always use. I introduce myself to everyone I meet as Sir. yeah I know, amazingly people are quite complient, calling me Sir even after finding out my real name.

I replied “Oh hi, Your Kat’s Crazy friend. She said you were nuts! Sure I’d like to meet. Id like to add you to my collection of crazy people .”

She later replied ” No im not crazy At alll! Shall we have drinks at Mojitos Tomorrow 7:30. ”

Blade: ”Sure, what do you look like so I can regonise you..”

Erin: ” Tall P.blonde and you? ”

Blade: ” Short Fat and Bald….Like Danny De Vito”

First of all I prefer SMS exchanges, they are low pressue, you can take your time to word your reply. Gives you time to come up with witty remarks if your not sharp.
Secondly I knew that Kat had probably given her a description of what I looked like, so giving her the whole Danny Devito Schpiel only communicates that im not that concered with trying to initially impress her. besides I thought she was kidding with that Tall Platinum Blonde crap.

The Preparation

Got home from work took a shower and took a couple seconds to pick out what I was gonna wear for this experiment. Nothing crazy flashy. clean golf-t with cargo pants. She hadnt yet given me a reason to break out sundays best. Plus this was a casual drink. Made sure I smelt good as per standard.
I headed out with as little expectations as possible.

If shit went pear shaped, like she was dude waiting for a sex transplant surgery, a real Jerry Springer candidate, I would simply finish my drink thank her for comming and GTFO of there like a bat outa hell.

The Meeting

I got to the cafe at exactly 7:30 and ordered a cocktail. She was late.
at 10 minutes late I sent her an SMS:

Blade: “..I’ve already ordered a cocktail, if you are any later you might have to carry me home.”

3 minutes later this tall platinum blonde walks in through the cafe door. It was Erin.

The Date

Erin was a couger. Mid 30s, big friendly smile with a dutch (Holland not Boland) accent.
I dodged a bullet on the looks front *whew*. I could stick around long enough to finish a plate of nachos.

We indulged in some small talk, talked about the US elections. The loved the fact that Obama had won.
She teased me a little about agreeing to go on a blind date setup by someone she didnt know. I replied by telling her that getting to know people was like a science to me.

The evening so far was going well, she was very smart with a great sense of humor, well traveled and probably went out more than I did. She she didnt take herself too seriously and wasnt afraid to get cocky with me.

It was time to Bounce ( move to another venue ). I took her to my fav hang out Neighbourhood. She mentioned she loved phoose-ball so we played a little. This went on for sometime. I then moved her to couches to take a look at photos of her trip to Cuba.

The end of the night

After dancing it was time to head home. I lived nearby so I joking told her when is she taking me home.
The goodnight kiss lasted about 20 – 30 mins. what is it with dutch girls and too much tounge!?

all in all a pleasant experience. perhaps i got lucky. would i do it again, yeah I would. BUT
There really isn’t a need to. All im saying is, you might be pleasantly suprised.

How to make-out with the tall model within one hour of meeting

Blade — Mon, 03 Nov 2008 18:56:52 +0000

The Backstory

I ended up at one of my favourite hang outs with a good friend and his new girlfriend. Being friday we just wanted to chill dance a little and see where the night took us.
The place was packed as usual, we managed to find a large table that we had to share with several other people. Thats when she I noticed her.

The Tall Curly Haired Bombshell.

The Model

She couldn’t have been less than 6ft 2. Beautiful curly haired, girl with legs that went on for miles. The kind of hottie thats hard not to notice even if you wanted to. lets call her
The gorgeous sasquach was dancing her high ass away with her friend while the guys around her stood and drooled.
She wasnt drinkin alchohol, she was clutching a bottle of clear spring water.

Since I sat at the opposite side of the table, I could observe the situation. Call it gathering intel. I had to go and talk to her. There was no doubt.

The Strategy

After a couple of of minutes of observation. I could conclude the following.

She was there with her friend. no other guys ( not that this is a problem, just changes the approach a little bit )
Only drunk and abnoxious guys approached her, no sober guy had the balls.
She seemed a little bored, although she almost commanded attention, only her friend got to talk to the guys around ( dudes tryna get to her through her friend )

I’ve writen about understanding “the world of hot chicks” and navigating past bitch shields.

How it went down

So with this intel, I made my move.
Lucky for me, our eyes met from across the table. Lucky why? its more effective to initialy communicate non-verbally.

She knew she was the cock of the walk there and tried to stare me down, I held my gaze untill she had to look away. I had to let her know that she would need a whole lot more than just her hot ass physical appearence to trully shake me. In truth this 10 shook me.

I won that battle. The next step was to go over there and talk to her. Anything else would have not worked.

This was the hardest thing I had to do that night, walking up to her and initiating conversation.

Blade: hey, you look bored, whats up with that.
Sasquatch: just chilling..
Blade: shame…all these boys not exiting enough for ya?
Sasquatch: laughs
Blade: maybe your not that exiting to them
She looked at me trying to figure out what my angle was, if I was being rude or genuinely joking. Shes obviously not used to guys being cocky with her. Perfect, that will set me appart from all the other dudes

Blade: Im Blade [as I shook her hand]
Sasquatch: Im Nikky

We went on to some small talk, still being cocky with her but making sure my wit is put to good use.
Her friend was going crazy on the dancefloor occasionaly coming back to check on her friend.
I knew I needed to befriend her friend just to make sure she doesn’t try to cock-block my ass.

Fast-forward to the interesting bits.

So after about 40 mins of conversation a little dancing, swatting down shit tests from her AND her friend we had reached that point where something had to happen.

It seems that I did a great job befriending her friend that she piped up and suggested I kiss her and get her number. Yeah, I was a little suprised but gladly obliged.

Tip: when kissing her for the first time, be the first to pull away. Trust me.

Conclusion

She doesn’t have to be drunk for you to get to know her
No flashy gimicks
DON’T ignore her friend, be a gentleman.
Be bold and interesting.

Random October night out

Blade — Fri, 17 Oct 2008 01:02:52 +0000

Decided to go out after work today. Just got back.

The funny thing about some cape town clubs is that, they only prioritize certain clientel. I.E if you are a scantily clad young woman, you’ll probably get in without the hassle of standing in a cue.

A friend a myself had to stand in a cue while 13 (yes I counted ) chicks walked right past us to get in. Now I wasn’t kitted up for a night out, I remind you we randomly decided to get out.

Decided to go out after work today. Just got back.

A friend a myself had to stand in a cue while 13 (yes I counted ) chicks walked right past us to get in. Now I wasn’t kitted up for a night out, I remind you we randomly decided to get out.

After getting in an old familiar feeling started rearing its head in. I started feeling self conscious and insecure. I wasn’t dressed up and the people were quite dressed up at the club.
Lots of guys feel this insecure sometimes after entering a club, party, an event or any place where attractive women are gathered.

I remembered this and realized that this is the negative thought loop I was facing.
My coping mechanism was realizing that, I was there to have fun and have a good time with my friend. The music was good and the girls hot! I remembered my top rule:
Leave your troubles, worries and insecurities at the door.

I put a smile on my face and forced myself to dance, everyone else was.
An amazing thing happened, I actually started to easy up. I noticed that no one cared who I was and what I was thinking.

I also started to notice everyone else that was having fun WITH me. I noticed the girls that enjoyed how I was dancing, I noticed how one of the guys was emulating a dance move I was doing. I noticed the same reaction the older girl behind me got when an old school tune started playing. I noticed how much more fun I was having.

All this because I decided to take control.

This is easier said than done I wont lie. But make it a conscious effort, you might be pleasantly suspired.

How I got the MILFs number.

Blade — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 05:52:46 +0000

I recently took some time off to go on holiday to go visit my folks and fam back home.

The strange thing about my hometime is that its rather small. Each time ive been to the airport flying to or from the my hometime ive always met someone I know.
I Bumped into an old work mate of mine who was in town a couple days getting his business sorted. During our conversation before boarding quite an attractive older lady came and sat a couple of rows behind us and started reading a magazine. I’m sure she was in her late 30s early 40s but just wow. Certainly looked like she worked out. About 1.65m height curly long hair and very lean.

I took my seat on the plane and to my suprise, the MILF ( lets call her Sharon) came and sat in my row. She had the window seat, I had the isle seat with an empty seat between us.
The plane was rather loud, I dont do well in loud environments, so I kept the initial convo simple and quick.

I didn’t use an opener or anything.

Blade: hey, you got anything interesting to read? { i said casually }
Sharon: I have a fairlady…dont think its your cut of tea.
Blade: Â why, cause im a guy?…ill have you know..im in touch with my feminine side.
Sharon: {laughing} oh I see
Blade: I watch oprah too.Â
Sharon: a guy thats intouch with his feminine side and watches oprah,…you must be capetonian.
Blade: Im not gay if thats what you mean {smiling}

We got interupted by the airhostess. And didnt have much convo untill we landed.
She had no ring on her finger Â so I figured chances are shes single , I avoided asking the typical “where are you going, what business do you have in PE” questions untill we got of the plane at least.
My rationale was these are typical questions asked by typical guys trying to keep conversations going.Â

I proceeded to watch my fav episode of LOST on my laptop, Its a tradition of mine.
watching an episode of a show based on a plane crash during a flight. The irony if the plane did crash.

so anyway, when were picking up our lugage i noticed that she kept close proximity to me. At this point i was more focused on my weekend ahead and my days activities more than her. She then reinitiated conversation with me.

Turns out that both our moms had birthdays on the weekend and that we were here for the same length of time. She guessed wed probably be leaving back to cpt on the same plane.

She was right. After my weekend we had were booked on the exact flight back to cpt.
our flight was delayed so we had some time to chat outside of the noise.
I still hadnt number gotten her number after boarding.

It was when we landed at Cape Town when i finally did get her number.
After I got my lauage from the laguage conveyor belt Â was when she asked the leading question:

Sharon: so your off…?
Blade: Yep back to the grind. I tell you what, gimme your number, you seem interesting lets do coffee sometime.
Sharon: yeah, great
Blade: unless you prefer smoothies….or tea…I dont knwo what you girls are into these days..
Sharon: noo, mojitos…what are you talking about
Blade: Ok , whatever…..on you of course..
Sharon: {laughs}…well just split that..{as she wrote down her number}

Lesson:
Look out for signals women give out for you to act. Dont expect her to make the first move, thats your job really.Â

Time and time again women tell me that men are just too stupid to pick up on the signals they give out. This includes the “get away from me” signals.

If you are overly cautious, rather err to the side of its on.

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