So many men and women head to the bars on a Friday night with some really high expectations.

Not only that, with some really bad advice on how to meet each other.

So I called Shogo up and since he was and still is a Bartender in one of the nations hippest cities, he would be the man to give all of you some great advice to succeed in bars.

Or as so many people call it. Night Game.

When I hear the term night game I picture lights like in a baseball park over your head and a crowd of fans cheering you on.

Every Friday, we will explore the magic of nights.

Without any more fanfare here is Shogo’s thoughts for today.

Hey guys, Shogo here.

As you regular readers of the blog know, David Wygant is not the biggest fan of going out to bars and getting drunk on the weekends just to meet new people. And to be quite honest, I agree with him. If you’re looking to meet new people to go on dates with, to find someone you actually connect with and have something in common with, bars and clubs may not be the best place for you to do that. It really depends on the person. Plus, getting wasted on $10 vodka tonics just to get up the courage to talk to some girl or have some drunk dude hit on you in a crowded sweaty room doesn’t exactly scream “romance.”
But I do know that for a lot of us, especially the younger generation, going out on the weekends is just another part of being a social person. It’s another way to get out there, to gain confidence in yourself, to practice your communication skills, and really just meet a variety of new people.

Approach This Woman, Do You Have The Game To Do It?

Guys, I’ll let you in on something: a bar is not my favorite place to hang out, but I’ve been going out to bars for a long time, all over the world. I’ve been a bartender. I’ve managed bars. I know the ins and outs. I haven’t cracked any secret code, and I don’t have a miraculous system for you to memorize. What I have is a TON of real-world experience and knowledge to share with you guys to really help you make sense of the “Friday Night Bar Scene” that can often be very confusing and intimidating. And with all the information circulating on the internet, sometimes it can just get even more

So we’re starting a new tradition here on the blog! Each and every Friday, to get you guys ready for the weekend, I’m going to give you tidbits of real information designed to help you understand and navigate the waters of the weekend bar scene. Feel free to share your own experiences, you can react, you can add to what I say, and feel free to disagree with me too. I’m looking forward to reading your comments!

You know it’s funny, every time I’m out with clients at a bar, they inevitably ask me what my “strategy” is for meeting people at a loud noisy place full of drunk people. I’ve never had a strategy. Never needed one. My only “strategy” is to be a little different than everyone else.

How do I do this? How do I act different? When I go out, I’m friendly to everyone. If you’re friendly with everyone, you actually are being different. If you’re friendly, you’re going to have a good time and people around you will start to open up to you.

The bar scene really is a very odd phenomenon. For some reason, people get the urge to become unfriendly the minute they walk into a bar. Friday Happy Hour, everyone’s having fun and being cordial. Friday night at the restaurants, people are having a good time and socializing. Then all of a sudden, once 10 pm hits and people get all dressed up and set foot into bar or club—BAM! Like clockwork, people start getting all tense and take on a fake air of coolness.

People huddle in their groups and get a really stiff, serious face. I call this the “Friday Night Game Face.” Guys and girls both, we’re all guilty of this. We have to put our game faces on, because, God forbid anyone catch us off guard not appearing ridiculously, ridiculously good-looking. God forbid we let loose a little and actually have a good time.

The truth is that we all want to have a good time when we’re out. We all want to let loose and meet new people. We all want to be approached. What’s really going on here is that most people are just insecure and afraid to make the first move. Everyone’s afraid that if they fail, they’re going to look stupid in front of the crowd. Everyone’s egos are so inflated on Friday nights that it’s suffocating.

Last weekend I went out with two clients to a large bar that had a lot of dancing. Inevitably they asked me what kind of strategy we should use, even after I told them that our strategy is called “be friendly and have a good time.” With that I walked over to two girls and introduced myself. One of the girls mumbled something and immediately pulled out her iPhone and started furiously texting away. I looked at her, looked at her friend with a smile and a wink, and said, “Well, I’ll talk to you guys later,” and turned away. I turned to my clients and said, “No biggie, those girls just had their Friday night game faces on. Let’s go find some friendly women.” And we did. But lo and behold, about 15 minutes later, the same two girls ran up to us like they were our best friends and we all had a great time.

What really happened here was that these two girls actually wanted to talk to us. They wanted to get to know us, but most people have their game faces on and are just not friendly. They just needed someone to show them that there are friendly people who don’t care about the competitive weekend bar attitude and who they can just let loose and have fun with. They probably went to the bathroom together and said, “Hey, that guy who approached us actually seemed really nice. He was confident and he wasn’t pushy. Let’s go talk to him!”

So what do you need to do this weekend? You need to leave all that game face crap at the door. Understand that people may look unfriendly, they may look like they don’t want to be approached, but it’s really just an act. You need to take the initiative and show others that it’s ok to come out and take off the game face. Be friendly right from the get-go. Smile. Show that you’re not in competition for “who’s cooler than who,” that you don’t really care about all that and you’re just having a good time and out to meet new people.

I have no clue who is in first place in each division of baseball.

Basketball creates zero interest from me and I will always leave soccer to the my friends in Europe.

As for me nothing beats the NFL.

I am an avid Fantasy football player as well and this year I am stacked to make a run for the Fantasy Bowl!!

Today I am going to put my money where my mouth is and trash talk a bit.

Heres who I like this year.

AFC
Ravens
Chargers
Colts
Jets

Wild Cards
Texans
Patriots

NFC
Cowboys
Packers
Saints
49ers

Wild Cards
Falcons
Vikings

So what team will be this years surprise and make a run that falls short.

In the AFC I like the Raiders.

In the NFC

I all about the Eagles coming up just a bit short.

So who wins it all this year?

The Ravens will play the Packers in the Super Bowl and Aaron Rodgers will throw 2 4th quarter touchdowns in a comeback win!

How are we going to relate this blog to dating?

Today were not.

So lets get some fun football talk going today. Who do all of you like this year?

I don’t care who makes it from the National League, because the Yankees are winning it all this year. You can take that prediction to the bank . . . and maybe even to the bedroom.

Life is not fair.  The other night I was having a conversation with someone about sex. I’m not going to tell you all the specifics, other than to tell you that after that discussion, I was absolutely orgasm envious! So let’s talk about orgasms, and I will tell you the reason why I’m orgasm envious.

By the way, if I could have one wish it would be that I could have a vagina for a day. I just think it would be so much fun. I already know exactly what kind of orgasms I’d want to have. I’d love to know how to have multiple orgasms through all different ways.

I’d want to have a g-spot orgasm. Of course there is the clitoris, so I’d want at least one clitoral orgasm (since the only reason it exists is for pleasure). Then there is this other place way back in the bowels of the vagina that supposedly can create a whole other type of orgasm.

I mean, give me a break. Right there, that’s three different kinds of orgasms! We men only get one kind.

I really don’t, however, want to talk today about the unfairness of orgasm counts between the sexes. What I really want to talk about today is sexual prime.

By the time men hit the age of 25, they are basically out of their sexual prime. Age 25? Half of the guys out there don’t even get laid enough to enjoy their sexual prime while they’re in it. Then by the time they are getting enough sex, they are already out of their sexual prime.

Women, on the other hand, don’t hit their sexual prime until they are around 37 years old. Think about the way that balances out.

By the time a guy is 37 years old, he isn’t exactly producing the same amount of “little swimmers” as he used to produce. Not only that, he doesn’t really want to have sex five times a day anymore (while women at that same age are machines!).

It’s no wonder that 37 year old women are the number one consumers of vibrators. They can basically vibrate their day away.

It’s really not fair the way things line up here. It really seems like things are very askew. It’s no wonder that there are so many cougars running around out there.

If I were a 37 year old woman who was hanging out with a Viagra-infused 55 year old guy with no stamina, I would certainly go find myself a young buck. I mean look at Demi Moore.

Don’t ever give her a hard time. She has a guy who is (whoops, I mean was) in his sexual prime. Wait, she may need to go find someone even younger. Justin Timberlake and Zach Efron, Demi Moore may be calling you really soon.

All joking aside, it just doesn’t seem right how the sexual prime thing is set up. Is this God’s way of punishing us? Someone was being mean when they designed the penis and the vagina. Why aren’t those two things created to be in alignment with one another?

Can all the guys remember when you were 18 and you basically would hump the air every five seconds (almost like a dog that humps the air all the time)? The reason why you were humping air was because you constantly wanted your dick to be touched.

I remember when I was 18 years old. I was so penis conscious, it was ridiculous. I felt my penis nonstop. No, I don’t mean that I touched my penis nonstop. I was just aware of it nonstop.

My penis led my life. It made me sleep with some really iffy women. It wasn’t my idea to sleep with them. It was my penis’ idea.

Not only that, but some guys can’t snuggle with a woman until they hit 28 years old. When you are a male who is 22 or 23 years old and your girlfriend asks you to snuggle, you have to go to the bathroom and snap a load off before you can do it.

This sexual prime gap between men and women just does not seem fair. Something is kharmically wrong here! It’s a mean joke. It’s like our sexual primes should have been matched.

Then again, some of this seeming mismatch may actually have been designed better than we thought. So although a guy past his sexual prime may no longer be able to pump and grind five times in one night, he can really satisfy a woman during the one time they do it and will be more likely to want to engage in a lot more of the foreplay that women crave so much.

Anyway it had me thinking so I wanted to share a fun blog with you today.

In life, we never talk about ‘if.’ You all know how I feel about people that live their lives according to ‘if’: IF I can do this, IF I can do that…

A few weeks ago we did a blog asking if you could go back and actually meet one of your childhood crushes, who would it be? Today I have a different question for you: if you could be any type of performer, what would it be?

I saw Coldplay during the summer, and when I saw Chris Martin play in front of 20,000 cheering people – watching him jump on stage and seeing his energy – I thought to myself, would I want to be a rockstar?

All my life, I dreamed of being Joe Namath or some type of football star. “Fading back to pass, number 12, David Wygant, looking down the middle… looking left, looking right, here comes the blitz, running out of the pocket, he throws the ball… TOUCHDOWN!” Jumping up and down, winning the Superbowl, having 75,000 people scream my name – I thought that was a big thrill.

Or standing up at the plate: “number 47, David Wygant, left fielder for the New York Mets, three balls, two strikes, two men out…” Down 2-1, seventh game of the World Series, the crowd is silent, and then they start chanting, “Wy-gant, Wy-gant, Wy-gant.” Tip – foul tip… into the catcher’s mitt and he drops it! He’s still alive! “3-2, fast ball, he drives it over the left field wall, going, going, GONE!” A home run! Rounding the bases, hearing 75,000 people scream my name as all my teammates are jumping up and down waiting for me…

Maybe if i was playing for the Mets they would not be doing there annual September choke!! I love waking up in my London hotel room and logging on to see how the Mets bullpen blew it the night before!

Those are big thrills. But after spending the last ten years motivating everybody, teaching people how to connect with the opposite sex, and speaking in front of live audiences? I’ve got to tell you: while there is no greater rush than doing what I do right now, if I had to be somebody else, I would love to be a rockstar.

I love getting in front of a thousand people, getting them to laugh, getting them to react, and getting them to feel. But watching Chris Martin sing with his band was unbelievable – to be able to see 20,000 people swaying to your words.

It’s not just swinging a bat or throwing a ball. It’s actually crafting words and emotions into songs and then getting other people to feel through those. That’s power.

So that’s what I would be. What would you be? If you could be any type of performer, what would you be?

We’re talking sports hero, rockstar – any live performer. Would you be a musician? Would you be a conductor? Would you be a rockstar? Hell, maybe some of you even want to be Gloria Estefan! I don’t know why, but maybe some of you would want to be her. (Not that I have anything against her music, it’s just that I never want to hear it. I would rather hear nails scratching up and down on a chalkboard.)

Would you like to be a football or baseball star? What would it be if you could be any type of fantasy person? As a kid, you thought about this all of the time – but as an adult, more evolved, it will be interesting to hear your responses.

I would be a rockstar, because in my business I feel like a rockstar. When I get up and I coach all of you, or get up in front of people in a seminar, I feel like a rockstar. I get to relate and connect with every single person in the audience.

I already feel like I’m living a rockstar life. But if I had to take it to the next level, I would definitely have a band with three of my best friends. The problem is that none of us can sing or play any instruments – but this is a fantasy blog anyway! And as Mr. Rourke says, “smile, everyone, because the fantasy is yours!”