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I met my wife at a bar. We've been married 4 years now.
She walked in alone, looking beautiful. Made up, red lipstick, hot dress.
I was shooting pool in the back with some friends before we head to our friends dj set. She sat down in the front, nearly by the door. I handed my cue off to someone and said shoot for me, I need to take care of something.
As I walk towards her, I can see every other single dude, and the not single dudes, and a couple of ladies eyeballing her. I walked with such momentum that anyone considering trying to make the move had already yielded. I walked with such confidence they probably thought I was already with her.
I sit next to her and start chatting. Ask if I can buy her a drink. Introduce myself. Ask what she's up to. Turns out she's trying to go dancing. She was supposed to meet a friend who was running late, but the dance club accross the street they were going to had closed suddenly a few days prior.
It just so happened that my buddy was DJing the best, sold out, ballroom dance party that night. And I was on the list.
We have a few drinks and chat, convince her to come with us if she's trying to dance. She gets in the Uber with some of my other friends I was shooting pool with and I. The friends there and candid vibe set her at ease, it is a little crazy to jump in a Uber with someone you met 30 minutes ago after all.
I get to look so cool when I tell the bouncer I'm on the list, but there must be a mistake I should be listed for a +1 too. No problem, we both get in. It's litterally the best dance party I've been too. We dance, make out, the rest is history.
What's not?
Cool story bro
Thanks! Our son just turned 3!
This reads like copypasta from a "red pill" forum
Had to look up red pill. You're probably a creep if you're in those forums.
Nope, not at all, but had a friend who wouldn't shut up about it a couple of years ago. Needless to say we're not friends anymore, he was really gross with his wife.
chat is this real....
TLDR; Chad gets girl ;-)
Oh, but I'm actually a nerdy dnd playing programmer.
THAT I believe 😂
It's true. My last 5e character was a half aquatic elf, rogue warlock. He was a pirate, so think Cervantes from Soul Calibur.
Fun fact, my SO and I played a fair amount of Soul Caliber when we first started dating. Neither of us like Cervantes.
My friend and I played a shitload of Soul Caliber at one time. Cervantes was both our favorites. To the point where I wouldn't pick him if I was playing someone newer.
Confidently approaches lone damsel
Being a chad isn't really about being buff or something. It's about doing what you did. As you said, everyone in the bar was eyeing her, wondering, imagining. You were the one that immediately sat down and started talking. You risked possible humiliation, the "walk of shame" away from her, etc. You were 10 steps ahead when people didn't realize they could walk up to her.
But at the end of the day, greentext still stands. Your wife didn't really walk up there alone - her friend was late. She would've been in a "group" otherwise. She probably wouldn't get into that uber and gotten to the party if the friend wasn't late.
Yeah shit, I really didn't mean for the moral of my story to be prey on vulnerable women. But that is kinda why it worked for me isn't it. But she did walk in alone, and I did pounce.
I was really just trying to give advice to anyone struggling. Just be at the place, have shit going on, be confident and charismatic.
It's really not hard.
I don't think you preyed on a vulnerable woman. Wasn't my intention to say that.
But you literally won the lottery. Lottery winners shouldn't give investing advice to broke people. Point is you were lucky. Lucky she was single. Lucky that she liked your looks, lucky that she went in alone, lucky that she had no sense of self preservation and went into that Uber. Lucky that she didn't get a dating app, since women tend to get 100s of responses if not thousands when she's really attractive.
Don't get me wrong, I was lucky too with my past relationships. Some seemed like fate, everything lining up. An old flame reaching out out of nowhere. Me going to exam prep for something that I wasn't even doing an exam for and meeting someone I've been crushing on but didn't know at all. Taking a first date to a predominately lizard pet store (saw it during a walk and acted like going there was planned) not knowing she was a huge lizard fan and actually had geckos at home. But at the end of the day, opportunities like that happen very rarely. When you are looking to date, going to a bar isn't the best choice.
Eh, I take that as exaggeration. I'm guessing a lot of that was in OP's head.
OP was with friends. Yeah, they probably would've given him a hard time, but it would've come from a place of support.
It's scary to put yourself out there, and most of the time it doesn't pay off. But at the end of the day, you need to take a chance every now and then or you'll always get what you've always got.
I don't take that as an exaggeration. Someone in a club dress, attractive, walking into a regular bar and sitting alone will turn heads, even as a curiosity rather than lust or romantic interest. Regulars will be eyeballing for sure, you don't see that every day. Random five dudes comming in in jeans, going off to play pool? Happens all the time.
When talking of the walk of shame, the friends are the least you worry about. I'm talking about the bar, the laughs etc. It will happen when you go so confidently and get shut down immediately. I wouldn't be much bothered, but would still need to walk the walk when shut down
Right, but the implication was that she was a bombshell, or at least that's how I read it.
Eh, I care far less about what random people in a bar think than what my friends think. I can always go to a different bar, I can't as easily get new friends, and good friends would go with me to that other bar if I felt uncomfortable after being completely shot down.
That said, most people don't particularly care. You might get a couple of snickers, but most just want to keep to themselves. At least that's been the case at the bars I've been to.
If you take everything that someone says and say "oh I don't care about that" then no argument can be made. It's a social situation where someone getting shut down is a humiliation. You say "I can always go to a different bar" which when you don't care about random people, you wouldn't need to do.
Sure. I'm just saying that, for the typical person, the humiliation from others being present is probably very little compared to the humiliation from the actual rejection. Maybe that's different at college bars or something, but in most regular bars, most people don't care. At least for me, I'm just as nervous walking up to someone in a bar as I am at a club (even fewer people looking) or something, approaching a stranger is the main thing causing the nervousness.
OMG! Me too!!