Saturday night I went to a very hip and crowded bar. You should have seen girls in this place, phenomenal. The bad news is that for every girl there were probably 2 guys. Don’t you hate that? A bunch of swingin dicks who are all trying to look cooler than the guys standing around them. As for the hot girls, you didn’t see them alone for very long. Either she came with a guy or there were guys around them hitting on them or just guy friends. The night didn’t present a ton of opening opportunities.
Since I teach guys how to use magic to pick up girls I started thinking that I should have a sure-fire opener using magic for situations like this. News flash: I didn’t. Sometimes there are no perfect openers when you are in situations like this.
Also, in a really stuffy hip club type environment you have to be very careful pulling out a magic trick or you’ll look desparate. No sweat, my buddy and I had a few drinks up near the center of the bar where we could see and be seen…and more importantly be seen “not” walking around the bar in circles looking for girls like a puppy looking for its owner.
As I was ordering a drink a beautiful little brunette walks up to the bar with her girlfriend to order her own. We glance briefly at each other and say “hi” then she glances away. As the bartender gives me my drink and tells me the price ($12 for a vodka/soda), I noticed the girl was paying enough attention to hear him.
Over my shoulder I glance at her and almost out of the side of my mouth half smiling, I say, “here’s to 3 gallons of gas.”
As I say this my credit card is on the bar. My hand is about 3 inches above the card and with a gentle hand movement forward I slide the card over to the bartender….without ever touching it. There’s the magic.
You should have seen her face. Totally confused and dumbfounded. It was like she wanted to say something but couldn’t tell if she just imagined it so she didn’t say anything. I didn’t even acknowledge that I did it. I was still smiling from my witty little comment that did nothing but distract her from the fact that I was about to do a magic trick.
What happened next? Did she jump my bones? Nope. Not real world. However, that magic trick worked like a little time bomb inside her head. I was already turned back to my friend giving him his drink and he pulled me over to see meet a friend of his. About 10 minutes later we passed eachother and…voila, she stopped me. She said…”Hey, you were at the bar by me. How’d you do that with the credit card?”
I replied, “you’re a girl and you don’t know how to use a credit card? I love you marry me. There aren’t many of you in this world!” (Still not acknowledging the magic)
“No” she says with a laugh and slap on my arm. “You know, how you slid it…screw it, I don’t know what I’m talking about.” (Yes, she’d been drinking but wasn’t sloppy)
I told her to show me what I did. She pulled out her own credit card and put it on the table next to us and mimicked what I did. I said “Oh I remember now. You mean like this….” and I made a movement like I was throwing it and it disappeared right in my hands.
“WHAT!?” she freaks out. I make it appear before her eyes again. Now she’s having fun.
This set the mood for a fantastic night. That’s all I’m going to say about that.
Morale of the story: Oftentimes the best magic is way under the radar and smooth. Remember, a P.U.M.A. is not a magician. He uses magic to convey personality, mystery and curiosity. If the magic hadn’t worked, that’s ok because I didn’t over commit to it. I had nothing to lose.
