We are in the military and made port in Cairns, Australia. Said to be the El Dorado of beautiful backpackers and travelers from every corner of Europe. The rumors are not wrong.
So my wing and I head out around 5 p.m. to get some food before beginning our night at Gilligan's, the local backer super hub. We arrive there around 6:30 and are greeted by a set of beautiful Irish girls trying to sell us a ticket to the Monday Mission. 5 Bars, 5 free drinks, Guaranteed ratio of more women than men. Done.
That's when I see out of the corner of my eye a smokin' hot HB9 with 3 female friends getting their bracelets for the Monday Mission bus. Let the games begin. Got our shirts, suited up, and got on the bus they were on to head to the first bar. A place called Serpent Bar. Small, cool atmosphere, not a dance club. Scouted it before hand, looks promising. On the bus, HB9 has a very sweet, much younger HB7 with her and two others I won't give numbers out of decency. The open. Started with her friend, opened with the classic standby "You're accent is so cute, where are you guys from?" HB9 perks up. Nobody has approached her and I'm ignoring her. She noticed So we tell her we're sailors (she's sold) and that we just arrived Fluff fluff fluff.. she says oh well you have to meet my friends. She introduces the less attractive 2 first, who's names I do not recall for the amount of alcohol I consumed. She turns to HB9. "This is Kirsty, she's just in from Scotland" Her eyes light up.. Beauuutiful. I introduce myself and my wing and she asks about California and our jobs. We arrive at Serpent. We grab drinks and sit down with the whole group. I ask her why she was so interested in California, and she said she always wanted to see Los Angeles. Somehow landing on the topic of how she's an aspiring singer. I told her she must sing for me. She's shy. Freeze out, and turn to the friend from the bus to talk up my wing, and to see if I can make her reinitiate conversation. She does. Fluff fluff.. and my wing comes in with perfect drunken timing. "THIS GUYS A MIND READER! CRAZY! NO IDEA HOW HE DOES IT!".. I play it down, look slightly upset that he outed me (I'm not at all), then she demands I read her mind. Ran the ESP Numbers routine. 2 for 2. She's amazed. Got the puppy dog eyes. Elephants in Denmark routine. Absolutely Jaw dropped.. Can't stop asking how I did that. I told her "hey maybe i'm psychic." She buys it. Asks me to read her friends. Mystery, my man, direct quote "Hey don't get greedy now".. she insists. I explain that the more developed my connection with her is (chemistry blah blah) the easier it is to read her. The group nods in agreement. She asks what else I know.. I rattle off a few things, to include palm reading. She dives her hand at me. Read me!. No, not yet, we have all night. I tell her I'll be back and leave. 3 minutes later she walks up and stands next to me, we talk more, then we're interrupted by a party game. The game concludes. On to bar number two. We flirt on the bus, then arrive at the next bar. Tiki style with a lot of light and loud music. Time to isolate. I bring her across to the corner where we can sit down. Run the cube. Back come the full blown puppy dog eyes when I nail it. "Spot on, that's incredible." She's glued to me. Another interruption a drinking game. We go to watch, then onto the next bar. I take this opportunity to make friends with HB7 who introduced us, and gauge whether she digs my wing. She's friendly, but not interested in him. Troublesome. We arrive at the third bar, and it's 11:20pm. Military curfew in our hotel is midnight. 40 minutes to close her. I try an isolation, and fail thanks to her cockblocking friend. So I use my one ace up the sleeve.. Come outside and I'll read your palm. She jumps at the opportunity. Outside, I run a pretty good palm read, at this point I'm in a "I'm a legitimate psychic" frame so it's a very genuine read, I get 4 IOI's that hadn't happened before, and invite her back to the hotel. She's made promises to HB7 and the cockblock twins, but her eyes say yes. She hugs me and says I can't, exiting the hug I kiss her neck. She looks up. Kiss close. Full makeout. Not bad. I look in her eyes, and do a routine I heard from Niel Strauss about 2 people who meet then seperate, then find eachother again and don't act on it. She melts. We walk for the cab. Then I hear it. The fat friend "KIRRRSTYYYY!" so much rage. She reminds HB9 of her obligation not to leave without them, and all that work ruined. Thanks Fatty. Overall an awesome sarge, dropped the jaw of my wing and got her info for next time I'm in town. Not to shabby for a month of reading forums and a book by Neil Strauss.
Any feedback, good bad or ugly. How to neutralize the big fat friend? How to transition from the bar to the hotel? all advice is welcome advice. Cheers!