But Dan was never really partial to the more “LA” type clubs. He always used to
grumble “This place sucks, it’s designed to keep you from meeting women!” whenever
I’d take him to a trendy club.
Dan’s father came from real estate, and had hammered into Dan the mantra of “location,
location, location.” Dan would tell me “If you want to meet girls, you have to find the
places that are DESIGNED to help you meet girls.”
“Well, I can meet girls in any club,” I bragged.
Dan shook his head. “You’re not listening to me,” he said. “You can go to all the fancy
clubs you want and meet a hundred girls. But they’re all going to be stuck-up and into all
this status bullshit. If you want to hook up TONIGHT, we got to find places that attract
women who aren’t into that sort of thing.”
“You saying you want to go to a dive bar?” I asked.
“No!” said Dan. “I’m saying that there’s got to be places around here where women go
to have FUN instead of going to look pretty and have guys buy them drinks.” He
motioned to the Sunset Strip as we walked down it. “Find the fun places, you’ll find the
best girls.”
I thought about it for a moment, and figured out the perfect place to go. I took Dan to a
small bar called Cabo on Sunset. It didn’t look like much from the outside, but it had
good food, cheap drinks, and a very social atmosphere.
Dan loved it instantly. “Now this is more like it!” he said.
We walked in and found a seat. We weren’t in the bar but two minutes when a group of
four girls sat at the table next to us. I could see Dan peeking at them out of the corner of
his eye. It was always fun seeing Dan work. He didn’t follow my method of
approaching women, but his own style was just as effective – and fun to watch.
We sat there for a while, talking to each other, biding our time. I could tell Dan was
looking for an Opening.
Finally, the waitress brought the girls their drinks. The girl next to Dan got a large, green
drink. Dan looked at it funny.
“Hey, what kind of a drink is that?” asked Dan. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
The girl next to him looked at him. “It’s a sour apple margarita,” she said. “It’s really
good.”
“Oh my God,” said Dan, slapping his head and laughing. “I can’t drink margaritas, I
can’t do that, oh lord...”
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