Quote: (04-22-2011 08:55 PM)Samseau Wrote:
"It's not very polite to show your DNA off like that."
Dude, that's a nice opening. LOL on your exchange with her. See, I would have taken a completely different angle, still situational, but more customized to this "type."
Having boned some of these specimens in the past, I would have pandered to her obvious ideals and then pivot from there.
For example:
[leaning over the ledge and talking casually back at her]
Tuthmosis: "Did you hear Vegas is putting its name up for sale?"
Marcotte [looking to see if I'm talking to her]: "Oh. What do you mean?"
Tuthmosis: "You know, like a stadium. Instead of Candlestick Park it's now called AT&T Park. That's what Vegas is considering."
Marcotte: "Are you serious?! What a monument to capitalist, consumerist...
blah..blah."
[Talk 5-10 minutes about that shit, displaying what--in the old-school game circles--used to be known as "showing dominion over her world"; she shows a subtle IOI at my deep knowledge of world affairs; quick segue]
Tuthmosis: "You seem like the type that appreciates a good piece of art. I'm thinking about buying this, what do you think?"
[show one of many bullshit pictures I keep in my phone as props, like a really pathetic picture of a sad clown who's just dropped his ice-cream cone]
Marcotte: "hahahaha. You're not really thinking about buying
that?" [condescendingly]
Tuthmosis: "Are you seriously making fun of me? Not all of us are hoity-toity artsy sophicates like you." [putting phone away and rock-solid dead-pan taking offense]
Marcotte: "No, no. It's just not REALLY art. I mean [stammering], it's art, it's just...I'm Amanda, by the way." [Extends hand; IOI]
....
Tuthmosis [abruptly]: "What are you drinking, by the way?" [grabbing at drink]
Marcotte: "Jack and coke."
Tuthmosis: "Lemme see." [take swig]
Marcotte [semi-bitchily]: "Oh my god. You owe me a drink."
Tuthmosis: "Come on. I'm on a budget. Trying to save money for that painting."
Marcotte: [can't help but smile, because deep down, under that horrible beastly exterior, she's still charmed by a real man and his aura; you've broken through, and you chub out a little, simultaneously pleased at yourself and a little at her, for showing a glimpse of her remaining, though fading, femininity]
Tuthmosis [looking away]: "Let's walk over there. That girl's been staring at me for like 5 minutes straight and it's making me uncomfortable. Do you know her?
Don't look now." [holding her from looking right away]
Marcotte [trying to look look furtively]: "No, I don't know her. Maybe she likes you." [trying to be clever]
Tuthmosis: "You know what, let's go to that nice lobby bar I saw on the way up. And I'll tell you what: I'll buy us a drink
to share."
[take to second location; try to bone that night]
I think I could make it work. If you let her expel her bullshit early on, you can shut her the fuck-up later, and crack through the hard-shell exterior. She's no prize, but if you don't let a chick like this kill your boner in the first place, no one is the wiser.