The City was dead. No girls were out. We had been to seven different bars – all usually loaded with hot girls. We hadn’t been skunked – there simply weren’t any women out.
“It’s 12:45, man. Let’s just call it a night.”
“Fuck that,” I said, “Let’s give Crowbar one last run.”
Two hours later my friend and I were hooking up with in separate rooms with girls we pulled at the last minute.
Another night I took a friend out in San Francisco. There was nothing going out. Rather than go home, at 2:30 I took him to Ruby Skye. Thirty minutes later, a chick was trying to take him home as I made out with another chick on ecstasy.
And then there was a the time a friend wanted to go home. I insisted we stay out. He ended up fucking a stripper at 4 a.m.
If the bar or club scene looks dim, you should be texting every phone number you have. “Come out.” Stay out until the bars close. Scout an after-hour party.
If you’re home alone, send one final series of texts to girls in your phone. “Hot after party going on. Come over.”
If you treat the night as if it’s not over until you’re in bed alone, you will rarely actually end up alone.