The last time I challenged my readers to demonstrate their game skills in a hypothetical pickup situation, many commenters stepped up and offered excellent suggestions that I deemed would have led to some success with the coffeehouse girl. It’s time for another challenge. The scenario I’m about to describe is unique and one you’re not likely to encounter, but a veteran player has to be prepared for any eventuality. The best players have so fully absorbed the lessons of experience that they are able to think on their feet and surpass any obstacle.
Scene: You’ve met a girl in a mid-scale bar/club, it’s almost closing time, and the two of you are chatting together at the bar without interruption. You haven’t kissed or number closed her, but the vibe has been good.
You: They’re kicking us out. Come on, I’ll walk you part of the way home. It’s a zoo out there at this time of night.
Her: Ok. [she follows you out]
You: [grabbing her hand and winding through the masses of people on the sidewalk as she trails you] You live in the neighborhood?
Her: Yeah, I’m right up the street.
You: Wow, me too.
Her: Really? Where?
You: Just over by that Mexican restaurant. [pointing in that direction]
Her: Um, Ok, what street?
You: Why, are you gonna stalk me? I’ve had enough stalkers in my life, thank you.
Her: No, like, seriously, just tell me which street. [she giggles]
You: Ok, XXXX street.
Her: [getting excitable] What’s your address?
You: Ok, this is weird. You aren’t going to stalk me?
Her: No, I promise! What address!
You: XXXX XXXX street, XXXX building.
Her: Oh my god. I live in that same building! [you’re nearing your place]
You: You’ve gotta be kidding. So I guess I’ll walk you home all the way then. [you stop right in front of your place] So, um, you really live here?
Her: Ha ha! I live right next door to you! [she points at the door next to yours]
You: Unbelievable. Well, this is… different. [you have your keys out as you look at your door, then her door] How come I’ve never seen you around?
Her: I don’t know, maybe we have different work hours. I just moved here four months ago.
The two of you stand there a couple feet apart, smiling and glancing at each other. She seems a bit uncertain. The night has suddenly become very quiet. Remember, you haven’t kissed her nor have you gotten her phone number. (NOTE: She is tipsy, but not drunk, and sobering up fast.) Your brain races for what to say next, accessing every speck of knowledge you’ve acquired over the years gaming girls. The gauntlet is thrown, big guy…
What do you do?