Go big, or go home…
Spot: Carvery at Ulysses
Time: 8P.M.
Company: A co-worker
After a pretty intense day at the office (from 11AM to 3PM) my co worker and I get to Ulysses, figured, its the kick off to St Patty’s, how can I possibly pass up on this much free tail.
We made our way to the Carvery side, to ease into a drink or 2 and there she stood at a bout 5′8, killer body and a smile to kill for. Oh and she was standing and talking to some douche.
Over the next 25 to 30 mins, I forget my co-worker and lock eyes with her every time it seems she is trying to make an escape.
If anything the one thing I have learned is always pay attention to detail. It has been about 15 minutes since she was down to ice in her glass and the douche was also down to a few tears worth of beer.
Side note: Douche Mc-Douche stood about 5′8 a bit tubby and of course nothing in comparison to my stature. The guy lacked total confidence, shoulder permanently shrugged over. And he wore khaki pants with a plaid shirt. Seriously? I thought the lumberjack look went out with the 90’s and high waisted pants.
Looks aside, I have seen some ugly assed mother fuckers nail some prime rib. Its all about your confidence, posture and well you cant be overly annoying or self absorbed as reader of this blog once told me in her attempt to shatter my ego.
Doing what any other manly man would do. I walked over to my favorite bartender, asked for an Amstel Light. Nudged my buddy on the shoulder and said, 100 bucks I take her some within 15 mins. Always up for a bet, Goose agreed.
As I made my approach, eyes locked on, she shifts her entire body to my direction, not just a hair toss or a twist of her torso, the full monty… With her friends watching to see if I crash and burn.
With the sly smile I was born with I said;
Hi, I think your friend over here needs a fresh drink while giving her the bottle of Amstel to give to him.
With a wink she accepts the bottle on behalf of her catch and I turn to walk away.
Before I can even turn around to make my egress her entire squadron erupts with laughter and I feel a tug on my elbow. With a nod of my head she joined my friend and I at the bar, where I never let her get to the bottom of a drink without having another waiting.
Side note 2: Never let another man offer a chic drinks while you are talking to her. Keep her lubricated, but don’t gt her drunk.
Within 30 mins I had her in my place.
I may have lost the money, but I won the prize…
poor girl.. someone teach her!
She was talking to a douche? At Ulysses?! Who’dathunkit?