Kiss Me, I’m Irish….and Drunk.

It’s been a long weekend of festivities. You got to love the Irish, they really know how to party. In terms of meeting women, this weekend was really more about the quantity of interactions than the quality of interactions. In some ways it’s good and in some ways it’s bad. It’s good because I feel like I’m finally over my approach anxiety. It’s bad because all I’ve been doing lately is approaching and developing attraction without moving the seduction process further. I think what I need to focus on now is building comfort and rapport.

Friday

After a long week at work I was too exhausted to make an all out effort to go sarging. Friday night was basically a relaxing night at the local pub. I hung around and talked to the regulars. There is one regular in particular who I am growing quite fond of (we’ll call her Hyper Heidi). I haven’t known Heidi well before but over the past month I have seen her in the local pub from time to time and we’ve recently started talking a lot more with each other.

What I really like about Hyper Heidi is that she is so positive and happy all the time. It is very uplifting to be around someone who simply loves life and enjoys every little moment to the fullest. She definitely has the kind of traits that I am looking for in a woman.

Friday night, Heidi and I got involved in a great conversation and at the end when she had to leave we ended up kissing goodnight. Hopefully, I’ll see her again soon so I can move this forward.

Saturday

I’ll be honest, I don’t remember a lot of details about St. Patrick’s day but I’ll try. I started the day by going to a friend’s house where she cooked us a traditional Irish breakfast along with some Irish coffee to get things rolling.

I met up with Wingman Stick at a famous Irish bar for dinner and a live band. Things get a bit fuzzy but I remember that I was definitely flirting with a lot of girls that night (who wasn’t) and some drunken Irishman spilled Guinness all over my pants…ughhh. It was a fun night.

Sunday

Despite my hangover, I decided to meet up with some other friends in Southie to watch the parade. Honestly, I don’t see what the big deal is about the parade, it is actually pretty boring. I think the parade is just an excuse for people to drink more. So, after watching the parade for a whole fifteen minutes we decided to go back to my friend’s house to party and drink more.

Six hours later we found ourselves going to one of the local old man bars. Luckily, I brought my own women along because there were absolutely no other prospects.

I dance with my lady friends and astonish the crowd with my nimble like footwork.

The bar scene doesn’t last long though, as the marathon of drinking was finally beginning to take its toll on us. Exhausted, I end up leaving to catch a cab home.

Monday

I can’t believe I went to the local pub again on Monday evening. I’m not sure what it was but I felt like it’d be a good night to meet some of the many women I’ve been seeing there lately.

I was in the pub for about two hours and within that span randomly bumped into several beauties. Sexy English Teacher was there. Jameson Jane was there. Mistress Molly was there. It was all good. Too bad I was so exhausted from the weekend that I had barely enough energy to maintain a conversation.

Summary

First, despite that I enjoy having a few drinks every now and then, I went a little overboard this weekend. Alcohol is definitely an obstacle when trying to meet woman. Seriously, how attractive is it to have some guy reeking of booze and slobbering all over you. I imagine not very attractive.

Second, I need to work on having more interactions like I did with Hyper Heidi on Friday. It was an almost textbook attraction to kiss close process. I think spending more time trying to get into the comfort zone will seriously improve my pick up artist skills.