Ahhh…the “pick-up scene”? A place where dreams are made of, hearts are broken, egos get bruised, and the possibility of sex runs amuck. What is it about this scene that attracts both suitors and pursuers? It’s the chase…and who doesn’t like a good one? The surveying of the masses…the stalking of “prey” brings out the animalistic nature of any man. But the thrill of being “caught”…is a game of seduction you don’t want to lose. But finding out where you fit in the grand scheme of things is the bigger challenge. After the thrill is gone, what next? How do you transform the game of seduction from playing checkers to chess? How do you master your craft at the pick-up scene?
There is nothing like the opportunity to meet an attractive, aggressive, and approachable man. A man that’s well groomed, confident, and very charming. That’s who Harvey was. Harvey’s a Southern guy, early 40s, government job, and has an undeniable nature to be both assertive and magnetizing. As we sat across the bar from each other playing “tag you’re it” eye contact, he decided to go in for the kill. “So tell me what you do you use on your beard?”, he asks. I replied in disbelief, “A few different products. I can tell you what products I use after I finish my meal.” The masculine tension between us fueled with unparalleled desire. The anxiety of my heart continued to thrust with each second of finishing my meal. The anticipation in his eyes peaked as I took my final bite. He stalked my movements like a panther chasing a gazelle. “So now you’re going to tell me?, he asks. Chuckling in wonder I reply, “A few different things, but why you in a rush? You barely got peach fuzz!”. We both erupted in laughter. The glacier had crashed the Titanic and I was going down ON the ship! As I took out my phone and scrolled through the premium select beard products, he couldn’t wait to see what I had in store. He walked across the bar and stood over my shoulder to flaunt his mature and masculine presence over me. I felt butterflies. I felt vulnerable in his presence. He asked for my number and we set a date. This moment was LIT…It was LIT AS FUCK!
I’ll admit…since we’re talking about the pick up scene, there is a certain level of priority I give it. Usually, it comes from a “no fucks given” frame of mind. So, well…I never called him back. I couldn’t gauge him as precisely as I would the kind of man I am usually attracted to. Usually that suggests in some way I become dismissive and well…we’ll just call it a minor flaw (LOL). However, on a wayward Saturday night at one Dallas’ underground bars, our eyes met yet again. We both stopped dead in our tracks as we reacquainted with the same level of chemical desire as the moment we first met.
“How you been dude?”, I ask. “Shiiiit…just chillin’. I didn’t know you hung out here?”, he responded. We chatted for a moment before a table full of ladies zoomed in on two mature, distinguished men. Little had we known, it was about to be their pick up scene.
As we approached the table to for a quick chat with the women, we talked about how we knew each other. As he expressed how we became acquainted, he laid his firm and well manicured hand on top of mine. Of course, I knew…this was his chance to make it very clear—he wanted IN! But considering the environment, it was too much.
We walked the ladies to their cars and went our separate ways for the evening. The next day, Harvey invited me out to breakfast. I was not able to commit. I’m not the kind of dude that goes from “pick up” to “hook up”. There are subtle ways I could see it was headed in that direction…if I ALLOWED it, of course. You know I ain’t giving up shit unless you are in it for the long haul. Usually, men are much more consistent beyond an initial attraction if they are in it to “win” it. Hurricane Harvey of course didn’t put major effort in. And if you consider yourself a prize, you’ll expect some effort from a guy pursuing you. You see, the thing about these pick up scenes, they can be gritty, conservative, or lustfully provocative. And YOU get to set the rules of the game and how long you are in it for. Harvey WAS a bit nice! He gave you everything you needed in a hookup. But who would he be after it was over? I guess I’ll never know. That’s the problem with the pick up scene. It always leads you right back for more. When you first don’t succeed, you try and try and try again.