FR: Successful Failure.

I went out on Friday night. I was out with a female friend (platonic at this point - an ex), my usual wing and one of his friends. My wing is not someone I would consider to be the best type of wing. He is a decent guy, who has some strong attributes, but his methods, techniques, and hit or miss approach anxiety make him difficult to work with. In other words, I usually find myself opening, conversing, closing a set, and he usually just takes the leftovers of the group (I say this because I am also wondering if there are any worthy wings in Honolulu).

So we got an early start, probably must have been around 10 when we arrived at the Pipeline Cafe. The place was dead for the most part. I did a walk around the place and found that it was almost entirely empty except for dudes scattered around the place, a couple ladies here and there, and then the perfect 6 set.

I knew from the start that I wanted to open them, I just wasn't sure that I should because they looked younger (I wasn't sure if they were over 21 because I don't know if Pipeline is 18+ on Friday). My guess at this point is that they may have just had fake ID's because they all had the wristbands showing they were 21. To begin I will say that this set had three easy 10s and the other three were between 7 and 8.

My friends all agreed that they set looked young, but I decided that they were too hot to pass up. I could always ask for ID later. I start to move in, my wing stops me and says, "Wait what's up?". I say, "I am going to talk to them." I start to walk again and he stops me again, (it is loud, he may not have heard me, I think he may have just been trying to be playful to impress my female friend that was with us, but it was annoying) he says, "Wait wait, what are you doing?" I turn back around to my friends and say that I can't go in yet anymore because now I stopped the approach twice and tell my wing that he is basically just fucking up my game.

I continue my conversation with my friends for a little bit more and then I decide it is time to go for another approach. I turn to the set and start to walk towards them and then I notice there is a big black man photographing them probably for promo cards and what not. It is a whole ordeal, so again I turn around and go back to talking to my friends for a couple minutes more.

Finally I went for my approach after 3 failed tries. The 6 set was sitting at a table.

Me: I want to ask you guys something real quick and then I gotta get back to my friends (Kept my body turned to look like I am on the exit).
HB10-1: Yes what is it (The whole set seemed instantly interested, maybe because I had the balls to approach, I don't know, but some of them even leaned closer to me and stared intently waiting for the question)?
Me: My friend tells me that she hates facial hair. I just recently had to shave my beard for my job, what are your opinions on facial hair?
HB10-2: It depends on the guy (Other girls chime in and say the same thing).
Me: Well, she says that it hurts when you kiss a guy with facial hair.
HB10-2: Yea, that's true, but I don't know. It really does depend on the guy.
Me: Ok, well how does this look then (I gesture to my face which has about a day and a half of hair growth)?
Group: Oh yea, that looks pretty good Blah Blah Blah.
Me: Ok, so I am not saying that we are going to kiss tonight, but if we were to kiss, would this hair be ok for you (directed at one of the 10s)?
HB10-2: Yea, I think that would be ok Blah Blah Blah.

The conversation continues for a little bit and then I start to catch some flak from one of the 7.5s. I can't remember exactly what she said but I redirected the conversation to the topic of dancing and I stated that I dance like Michael Jackson (I really am a good dancer, used to B-boy).

HB7.5: Ok you have to prove it (Many of the group also agreed with that).
Me: Well that shit don't just come free, it's gonna cost ya. Plus I don't like the song that is playing anyway. If I am gonna dance you are going to have to request a song for me. Song requests are more effective from hot girls (Directed at 2 of the 10s).

The two girls then attempt to make the request and it turns out that the DJ does not have the song but a pretty decent song came on when the girls got back.

HB10-1: He didn't have that song, dance to this.
Me: Bah, ok I guess I can do that.

I get out there and cut it up on the floor, doing some glides and putting on a good show. The dance floor was entirely empty by the way, so it was basically my stage to demonstrate my higher value. The DJ even started saying something about Michael Jackson on the dance floor, which played perfect because I had told them I dance like Michael. I returned to the group after the little show and they all expressed their approval. I tried to get them to dance, but they said there weren't enough people out there and what not, so I decided to let them work up the courage and I returned to my friends.

After a little conversation, one of the girls seemed to be trying to get the other girls up and slowly, but surely they were making there way out to the dance floor. I rejoined them and started dancing with them and danced a little bit with every single girl in the set (I still wasn't locked on a target because 3 of them were all just too hot). Guys in the club were working up courage and coming up to the circle and trying to dance with them. I watched as the HB10s danced with them for a few seconds then did shut out maneuvers. I would make comments like, "These guys are trying hard, huh?" The girls would agree of course. I was in, the set was mine for the taking. I was dancing between 2 of the girls and using a full swinging arm motion to try to get my wing and his friend to join the group, but they would not come.

It turns out that my female friend that I brought out was basically locking my wing there mentally (He is obviously attracted to her). Eventually she comes up to me saying that we are leaving in 5 minutes because the place is dead and that I should get a number or something to set it up for later. I was pissed, I didn't want to just #close. I wanted to work the group for anything and everything. I could have easily pull the numbers of some if not all of the group at this point, but I didn't want that. In my anger about the situation, I decided to not even ask for any numbers because I kinda figured that we would be coming back anyway. I told the girls that I was leaving and 3 of them hugged me and looked all sad as I was starting to walk away, so I politely kissed one of them on the hand and left the set.

I did not even exchange a name or number, but I had it and I should have done more. I was so mad at my female friend and my wing and his friend. My female friend made the guys feel too comfortable just standing there watching me and I believe that is what let the approach anxiety take over for them. I know I should have done some things different at the end. Any suggestions for next time?