As a followup of sorts to Does She Like You, I give you this post from The Awl: I’ll Be Your WingWoman: Two Friends Walk Into A Bar
Short version: A single woman and her best friend hit up the bar scene in order to find one of ’em a man.
Slightly longer version: It’s an interesting insight into how women react to pick-up lines, persistance and the occasional gift of random shots. And more importantly, it provides an example of what I’d been saying about proximity and eye-contact.
From the article:
Rylee: I still maintain that any upstanding, or even downstanding (?), party should start at 7:00. What’s the point of making everyone suffer and practically fall asleep before we are allowed to start eye-sexing each other?
Katie: I know, right? Like, what do they think I am, 19? But around 9:30, things started to pick up a little. For instance, this boy (or to be honest, he was a MAN) sat down at the table behind you and he was literally the hottest person I have ever seen. He looked like Dr. Jackson Avery from “Grey’s Anatomy,” but with a ponytail, which I don’t even normally enjoy, except for on this man and Heath Ledger. And I felt bad for you, that you couldn’t see him. At first I thought he was married, but actually his ring was on his middle finger (hot). In any case, he came to the bar with a lady.
Rylee: I felt bad for me, too. But lo and behold, MAN #2 showed up, and we reluctantly turned our attention away from Dr. Jackson Avery to this other stallion at the bar. “Aha,” I said to myself, “here is my first chance for some advice-giving.” It was a perfect opportunity for you to go get a drink at the bar, standing at the open spot next to MAN #2. Despite your initial resistance, I was proud that you eventually remembered why we were there in the first place, and took my advice to make yourself noticeable by catching his eye at the bar. As I recall, it didn’t turn out too badly.
Katie: Well, technically, he was with another guy, and, technically, I didn’t “catch his eye” so much as stand there and hope that osmosis would do… something. But it worked! I mean, ok, the weird part is that I was eavesdropping, obviously, and the second guy was telling the hot guy, “See the thing is, when you look at the butt, you also have to look at the thighs.” Which: ??? And they were showing each other iPhone pictures, and I tried really hard to look but I couldn’t see what they were. And then the second guy was telling the hot guy about how age differences in couples shouldn’t matter, because 45-year-old men used to marry 14-year-old girls all the time. So that was not ideal.
BUT the hot guy took that as an opportunity to ask me to guess their ages, which I did. I put him at 27 but he was actually 26. And then he guessed my age (25) and he was right. And then he was like, good job, and he smiled, and that was it. I scurried back to our table. But I will admit that I was still a little delirious with power.
It’s a fun story, and the Awl’s a good site. Go check it out.