So two nights ago I’m out with my friends. Of course despite my buddy’s constant reminder not to forget my I.D. in the car somehow it managed to slip my mind. When we got to the bar there was an entire crowd of bouncers standing in front of me. I hear them ask for my friend’s I.D. and I take out my wallet and begin to search through for my I.D. Eventually I realize it’s not there and I’m not walking back to the car at this point so I decide to do something totally whacky…I pretend as if I have succeeded with a sort of expression and walk up to them. They ask for my I.D. and I hold up my hand, “like so”, to resemble the position of holding an I.D. card, in reality there was nothing in my hand. The bouncer nodded his head and I walked through. It was interesting because the whole time…in my mind I felt that no matter what, I was going to get in without a problem. Funny how things work out sometimes. Of course it could have been that the bouncer was just nice and we had an unspoken understanding that, “it’s okay”. Still though, I feel that the attitude I conveyed was the most determining factor in that situation, whatever the reason may have been for him letting me in, deception or not.
Congratulations you are Dr Who.
It’s a well known technique though but it requires some luck. Misdirection. The bouncer was probably bored, you got him at the right moment, he was distracted, shit works like that. 
Nice work though. I’ve done stuff like that, although not exactly like that, it’s about confidence ultimately, if you had of looked nervous the bouncer would of picked up on that and checked more carefully.
or you just looked old enough and the bouncer was less concerned with checking your ID and more concerned with the sneaky younger guys.
Or you just looked like a good honest guy, when you were really the sneaky one. Good on you 
That thought would have never cross my mind. Normally I get scrutinized everywhere I go because I do look very young.
Could have also been that he thought I had been in there, showed I.D., earlier in the night and that gesture was an acknowledgement of that. Who knows…all I know is that I said I to myself, I’m getting in… and it fucking worked. I used to show people my real I.D. when I was underage all the time and it worked. The funniest part to me about this time was that I was holding nothing at all.
well then, obviously it was your confidence Mister Kebop.