Hey what up. So I played a show at a venue on monday, for like 12 people or so, we only brought 1 person. My bass player got there a song late, my drummer and I were white striping the first tune. Midway into the verse the mic fell down to hip level, so I sang a line into it and then just stopped. Usually I try to finish the song no matter what, even if I break strings or my pedals go out.
On the way into the bar it was empty apart from the people working there, and this 24 year old girl was bartending and all excited about speaking to my drummer, who is from Spain, where I grew up, too. She was happy to be practising spanish and was telling us hoiw she'd been there for a few months. I joined the conversation and it was all smiles and IOIs, and she asked if we played flamenco music ( I kinda bullshit my through it, but nor really, we're a power trio). I didn't stay too long since we had to go set up, (a lucky real time constraint), and we went and eventually played a set of loud rock music. My drummer dropped a cymbal in one song and my first string kept getting caught on the pickup, the screw was loose. Not our best show we thought, me made it through and all and we've all been doing this for a long time, but the feeling was that we kinda sucked. So anyway we get down from the stage and I'm all fired up to go game the bartender, I've never really picked up a hired gun. It was hard, they're busy and have to be nice, but I managed to talk to her with the jealous girlfriend thing opener with an FTC, and then probably fucked up mentioning I'm friends with my ex wife as she asked me why, I said we were friends (which is true, and easy, she's in costa rica), and how I was wondering if I'd be doomed for ever. She said it's ok to be friendly and what have you. I negged her a bunch, "we're not gonna get along, you have to learn better spanish, you have a booger... it was her birthday so she walked out to the stage to blow out candles on her cake, came back and offered us cupcakes which we ate. I asked her if she had turned 32 and she said she was 24, an IOI since I didn't ask her age. All of this I did in a friendly way, hopefully not over aggressively. So I said something I forget and asked for her number, she was too busy with the bar for me to wait for her to give it to me I thought, and to my surprise she got a pen and paper but then just left it by where I was, without writing anything on it. I don't know if she misunderstood me or whatever so I wrote some crap about her having to practice spanish and to give me her #. She wrote down "dame tuyo", "give me yours". So I did and added 'don't be shy'
. Before I left I approached her once more and told her in spanish how she had to call me and then I stuck my tongue out for a second, don't ask me why but I've been thinking it might be a body language neg. We'll see if she'll call, it's a long shot I probably showed too much interest.
Sometimes I wonder if one can have a game that's too much or locked up or something. My body count is around 30 or 40, but this was before I had to get married out of circumstance and was stuck in a relationship for three years, after the first I was ready to bail, the sex hadn't improved and had not been all that ever anyway. I thought I'd learn, but I wasn't really attracted to her when we met. I was in stuck in that doors song people are strange, I remember going to a big rock festival with a bunch of bands and not thinking any of the girls was hot. It was weird. Or I was weird most likely. So I made it through the 4 years and although I learned a lot about women I also spiraled way down. She's an HB 7 at first but has angles of HB 10 at times, unless she's unhappy, she then turns into an evil witch from mordor, with a hump on her back and everything, she has scoliosis (what's that green day song with the crooked spine?). Other than that she's a pretty girl, green eyed with blonde hair. They tell me the same about myself, that I should model and shit like that. But I have scars all over my face, somebody ran me over with his snow skis when I was twelve and I got more then 140 stitches and a couple of operations later. So it kinda matched, her scoliosis and my scars. That's the first thing I told her when we met, I was all about being real and said the realest thing was her back and my scars. It was a crazy amazing magical ride for four years, I understood things about myself, how I probably scare people sometimes if I'm feeling bad, the scars amplify that probably just as much as her back, and believe me, it got scary, she had amazing angles on both sides of the spectrum, either super hot or awful ugly. And how if I was on people complimented me on looks, which I always found strange (try looking at yourself in the mirror with all those stitches...for two years my face was swollen up,) So she'd be excited and I wouldn't be or the other way around and here and there we enjoyed some good sex and I learned how to go down on her so she'd come in a few minutes, something I never really did when I was getting way more girls, they went down on me instead. It's kinda the other way around for me, I take a long time for sex. Long story short we split by the end the scoliosis didn't really bother me any more, it was the lack of sex in the relationship She wanted to travel and I wanted to pursue music, and we had made decent money in the last few years. The sex wasn't working.
That was about six months ago, and I picked up the MM a month or two ago, but haven't gotten a full close yet, or too many dates for that matter. It drives me nuts because it's easy for me to DHV, I do a lot of stuff like snowboarding, kitesurfing, surfing and paragliding, working as an instructor. I have a music studio and front a band without a following. I've traveled the world and speak 4 languages, I've lived in three countries. I am well educated in science and arts, and invest in real estate internationally. I'm cash poor right now but not broke. And I played with my band in front of the bar tender and couldn't get a number. Although we thought we sucked a lot of people gave us a lot of compliments, they felt real, too. I was telling my bass player how on days I feel like I nailed the show and didn't forget lyrics and played good solos people didn't usually think much of the show, and when I think I'm off and make up shit and forget sections and words and break a string they surprisingly like it better.
Sometimes I wonder if my game is just locked up somehow or if I never really had it or what, people say they envy my lifestyle but they wouldn't if they knew how little I get laid, not even being married, which isn't even special but actually quite common. It's like being a rock star without a fan base, dough or women. May be if I learn this game well I can take my band to the next stage by negging producers and gaming booking agents. If I can bring HB to shows they'll bring guys or better yet, more HBs. Women are awesome.
Any thoughts on gaming
hired guns?
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gaming the bartender 
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