How to approach a girl in a club/bar/lounge

Posted on January 22, 2012

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How to approach a girl in a club bar lounge

I went clubbing with a girl friend yesterday. Needless to say, two girls standing at a bar, downing whiskey and rum, we were attracting all sorts of attention. Unfortunately, my friend and I weren’t out to get hit on. We were in fact mourning over our broken hearts. But still, if some cute guy had approached us, I’m sure we would have spoken to him or given him a chance before we shot him down.

What? You think I’m being a bitch? But if guys can approach me based on how I look, I can shoot them down based on how they look right? Everyone wants the best looking person! Women are no exception. So if you are cute, half the battle is already won!

How to approach a girl in a club/bar/lounge

Don’t be drunk when you approach her. Have a drink in hand, but don’t be out of control. She may even call the bouncers on you! Approach her with a smile. A genuine smile, don’t freak her out. If she doesn’t reciprocate, she’s not interested. However, if she thinks you’re cute too, she will smile and look away.

It helps if you’ve been making eye contact for a while before approaching her out of the blue. But this can be easily misinterpreted. So be careful. She could just be wondering why you’re staring at her.

If she’s in a group, speak to her friends. Tell them you think their friend is the prettiest girl in the club. I know its cheesy, but hey! It worked on me. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I was giggling and blushing when some guy told my friends that.

Look out for signs that she’s interested in you. I once waved at some guy I thought was really cute while I was dancing. Sure as hell, he came over and gave me his number which I promptly left at the table. Your idea should be to get her number. If he would have introduced himself and spoken to me I might have given him my number depending on how well he spoke. But he came over and handed me a piece of paper with his number and a mysterious looking “S”. Really, chicks do that!

Don’t expect to score: If that’s why you’re reading this entry, go away. I’ve got nothing for you.

Tell her what you think: Compliment her, be genuine. If you love her smile, tell her that her smile lights up the whole room. If you do it right, she will be talking about it to her friends for her entire life. A slightly older man once told me that my smile made his day. There was nothing cheap about it and it was a very nice and genuine compliment. I still feel good that somebody told me that.

And girls do it too. I told the bartender yesterday that he was really cute. I didn’t have any intentions of hitting on him. I just found him cute and I told him, maybe I’ll get a discount the next time ;) anyway, the point being, a good compliment can get you places. But if you come slur in my ear with your breath smelling of beer, “Iaaah thiiiaaank you aaarreee prrreeeettuyyy..” Its not going to get you any points.

Be a gentleman. If you see some jerk bothering the women, tap the girl on the shoulder and ask her nicely if they are bothering her and if she needs any help. Somebody did that for us yesterday, and he got me to tell him my name. (No I’m not a prissy bitch, I’m just in India where boys thinks if you tell them your name, you are interested.) So be a gentleman! Help the damsel in distress.

Buying her drinks: I don’t know, I’m on the fence with this one. I don’t take drinks from people. Food however, is another story. But this could just me. I’m just perpetually hungry! :D But if you are going to buy her drink, don’t make that your opening line. Speak to her a little, make her laugh. If you survive for 10 minutes at her table, offer to buy her a drink. And if the money is good, buy a round for all the girls at the table.

Approaching a girl is an art. You need to know, that even if women aren’t out to get picked up, they don’t mind getting hit on by cute/smart guys. But in my experience, smart guys or nice guys, just hang out with their other friends and comment on how cute/pretty some girl is. Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!

Photograph via sxc.hu

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