JZ and I have decided to check out another Lock and Key event. Since I can find mention of our last adventures, this is a private party where all the ladies wear a little padlock around their necks. The men have a key. The idea is to break the ice by mingling around seeing if you key fits the lock. If so, you are entered for a raffle for something like a cruise for two. Last time we did this, we had half the women in the place at our table. I know you think that's impossible and I'm just bragging, but you go right ahead and think that. What's more, we had all the good-looking ones. But I forced JZ to make a pact to beware of easy prey.
Sure enough, not one of the dozens of women we gave out business cards to ever contacted us back. That's the reality of dating in this day and age. If you can't snare and trick 'em off the bat, it gets like work. Again, I don't recall if I wrote about the two events we were at before, but you do have to be careful. These are older women, so it is not just a matter of scoring.
The women were generally over-dressed. Not formal or gowns, but expensive outfits. The event charges women $40 to get in there, men a lot less. But there were so few men, maybe 12 men for 30 women, that I easily sweet-talked us in for free. What really surprised me was the other men. A few were normal-acting but the majority were like maybe they were there on a day pass. One guy was obviously trying every lock to win the door prize. He wasn't even speaking to the women.
Author's note 2014: this was the beginning phases of what would become our modus operandi. JZ, painfully shy, is home base. I invite women over to meet him. This works reasonably well because, it turns out, not only do we not chase the same type of women, the women find it easy to decide between us as well. To this day, I do all the talking, he convinces them how harmless he is. It works. Now if only we could find some decent women for it to work on.