Thanks for the Memories

Michael would voice in his disapproval whenever I backed down from action. We'd walk into nightclubs, pubs, lounges, restaurant/bars, street venues... anywhere where there might be women gathering, and right before going in, say our mantra: "I came; I saw; I conquered!" We'd walk the talk and play the part. But sometimes, I'd just sit back, relax and take it all in without as much as a thought as to how engaging the beauties sitting nearby.
Then Michael would say something to the effect of, "Well, everyone has a bad night" or "Maybe she's too much for you to handle." Or some provocative alternative.
"I've got three different versions" I'd warn him. "First... you doubt me? Second... You doubt me? And third... You doubt me?"
It didn't work all the time, and not in every place, but whenever it did, which was quite often, we had the time of our lives. One of the bets was, for every girl I'd introduce him to, or opened up, he'd buy me a drink. I drank for free all night long and it'd all start with him asking me to tell a particular girl if he could buy her a drink.
"That would never work" I'd warn him. "Why don't I bring them over here and you buy me a drink."
In time, Michael shone on his own, learned a couple of flattering moves, became bolder and more sure of himself. I'd see him tease girls, walk off on them, treat them like little girls, you name it. And suddenly, I felt like I had created a monster.
"Hey, Frankenstein, how about we get the hell out of here?"
But it was like a kid with a brand new toy. He'd stay until closing time, and little by little, we drifted apart.
Haven't seen much of him lately.