I'm heading out to a shmoozy bar tonight to check out the pick up techniques of our city's bachelors.
Ok, so you can see that any night of the week in pretty much any pub in this town - but tonight it's an official research trip - which gives my friend MM and I the chance to set ourselves up as bait and be (extraordinarily) beguiling.
One of my characters sees himself as something of a Casanova. I won't tell you what others see him as, suffice to say that isn't it fascinating how some people simply wouldn't recognise themselves if society stood in front of them holding up a huge big mirror.
Notebook (clutch-purse size). Check.
Spare shoes for when the killer heels live up to their name. Check.
Sense of humour. Check check check.
This is very important research. It may take a few outings. Stay tuned for the critique...
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Thursday night isn't the best for pick-up research. You'll only witness awkward first dates and Fathers lecturing their daughters. Sure, the odd 'specimen' will be floating, but they'll reek of Pizza and Whisky. Not to mention the awkwardness of a Beige Blazer. . . .
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