One Night in London (Pt 1)

The Sheep had a very educational weekend. See, the Sheep is a pretty average guy. On a "looks" scale of 1 - 10, he probably hovers between 4-5 (from a Western perspective), and 5-6 (from an Asian perspective, a result of average height differentials).

And as long time readers already know, he is completely inept when it comes to picking up the opposite sex, having only had 1 long term relationship (18 months), and a few really short ones that don't really count.

When one is faced with an obstacle, there are three stark choices. Find a way around/through. Turn around. Or give up. For an insurmountable obstacle like women, I have been on the verge of giving up. But then i found a community of men who have apparently cracked the game of picking up women.

So last Saturday, I attended a conference run (for free, bless their souls) by these guys. I was very, very sceptical. The tutors were generally good looking fellas, they didn't need any "skills." The seminars seemed sound in theory, but I doubted that it would work for an average joe like me. Actually, I have it worse than the average joe, being 5' 7 and all...

Then night came and we were broken up into groups of 4/5, tied to a "master." These masters took us into town to show us what they can do. My group's master was a Spanish man called "J." He was brimming with energy, dressed all in black, and was bursting with exuberant confidence.

The immediate thing I noticed was how he did not flinch when approaching women. No nerves were apparent (although I'm sure, like any normal man would, he felt it). He pulled a set of 4 girls into the club with us. I stood around like the chump I was, wondering what to say. This would not be my first "chump" moment...

So into the club we went. We headed for the dance floor and I felt quite self-conscious. "What the heck? A bunch of blokes dancing is supposed to pick women up??" But then "J" started to make us have fun, which drew the curiosity of the people near us, including a couple of girls who voluntarily joined us for awhile.

"J" dragged me (literally) to the bar to chat with the 4 girls who came in with us. I managed to talk to one of them for about 5 mins. All the while, I felt really unwelcome, and really self conscious... "They don't want to talk to me, look at their body language, they're turning away." I exited hastily.

In retrospect, the girl I was talking to seemed mildly receptive. She didn't run, for one. She told me that they were from Sweden, and was visiting London, mainly for shopping. They had not been to the club before, and was quite happy they managed to get in with us for free.

Well, I exited as I was really feeling unwelcome. When "J" was busy with a set of 2 women, us beginners decided to take things into our own hands... embarrassing moments (for me anyway) were to ensue... (to be continued tomorrow... got work in the morning!).