Bad Man (part 1)

On Friday night I go hunting. Not shooting animals but snaring women.

I have five bars that I go to, I chose a different one each week. The bars are chosen by me because of their clientele. They have dancing, which attracts women, they do not allow large parties of men, which cuts down any rowdiness and fighting. They attract couples and gooseberries and groups of women out celebrating. These are perfect hunting grounds for me.

Tonight I am at The George, large area not too crowded, lots of people having drinks, conversations and will shortly start dancing. I have slipped the security guy 20. There isn’t a queue tonight but if I need to be a VIP another time, then I have a friend.

I stand at one end of the bar, most people are sitting down and there is only one group standing up. These are my targets for tonight. Two older women and four younger women. I check them out and guess that it is some kind of mother daughter thing, maybe a birthday drink. They are chatting away to each other and look happy.

The woman behind the bar comes to serve me. I order a gin and tonic, which I will drink very slowly and two bottles of Prosecco for the group of women. I give the woman serving a very large tip and hand her my card. I run my own business, she can throw the card away or phone me up some time. Her choice.

I am not handsome. I am average height and I look fit because I keep myself fit. I dress very well and my car is top of the range. Any one looking at me will see that I am wealthy and fit.

That is usually enough.

The women are delighted with the Prosecco, they are confused initially but the server explains that I have paid for it. They look at me and nodded their thanks. No one comes over to speak to me. That’s how it works. They have to assess me, decide if I am dangerous. The older ones have to protect the younger ones. The older ones probably know my type and are wary of me. They have to balance being polite and thanking me with being careful and keeping me away. I have played this game many times. I am watching and waiting.

The music starts and lots of people get up to dance, mostly women, and an influx of men come to the bar for refills. My group of six women divides. The younger ones go to dance, the two older women stay at the bar.