From the Ashes

I won't pretend to be an expert. I haven't finished reading Neil Straus's "The Game" which Sara forced upon me. (I can hear you howling from here, sasky)

But last night, watching one of my ex proteges, C. in action, I couldn't help but cringe.

Said protege has been having a rough time breaking up with a rather... psychotic female, E.

Lounging in my chair at Hacienda and listening absently to him alternating between his solliloquay about E and the two hot girls over there (and they were rather attractive. laugh.) I decided, hell, why not? He needs a bit of an ego boost, and C. was one of the debators, once... I bounced the idea off him.

Drinks were bought and delivered to the two babes, a subtle gesture from the waitor towards our table resulted in a friendly raising of glasses all around.

More solliloquay.

And then the two rather good looking women were at our table shaking our hands and bidding us thank you for the drinks, and goodbye, we really have to run now...

(which translated, means we're not sure if you guys are creeps, but we're being polite, and if you talk to us nicely we might be persuaded to hang around for a bit.)

I step back, mentally. This is your moment, C, to exercise all that charm and suaveness that, in my mind at least, all my ex debators possessed on stage.

"Ladies, I have a confession to make..." (ah, an interesting opener. good, good...)

"you see that waitor over there? He gets a free drink if you two sit down and talk to us!"

Oh my God.
Oh my Freaking God.
Cringe.
Just kill me now.

I cast an apologetic eye at one of the babes, and she casts a sympathetic one back. There's nothing that can be said to salvage the situation. They vanish in a hurry.

I'm not a player; never have been. I don't really know much about The Game.

But if I had been flying pole instead of wingman (why. Why didn't I recognise that the innate uncoolness in C would totally obliterate what charm we taught him ten years ago... why??!) I would have said,

"Ladies, I have a confession to make,
... I bought you two drinks because you've been sitting over there in your chairs the entire evening mostly in silence, sometimes talking, and from your eyes clearly thinking a great deal.

C here is being troubled by a crisis which could do with some thoughtful feminine insight; it involves a woman... if you could both spare ten minutes, we'd be ever so grateful..."

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If either of you two girls ever reads this, please feel free to drop me a line. laugh

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Hope
She says these give her hope.

I can't help but agree.

And they give me a laugh, even now :)