-First time going out since becoming single. Jeez I'm rusty.
-Pumping up state before going out is awesome
-Killing outcome dependency and the need for validation
-5 approaches. 2 # closes, 5 k closes. I'm digging the open:close ratio.
-I once k closed 13 girls on nye a few years ago so there is major room for improvement haha.
-I'm going to go ahead and guess a 90% chance of one number turning into sex within the next week or two... the other one is more of a wildcard. ~70%.
Pt 1. The warm up
I returned to my old hunting ground: A nightclub I was once a regular at many years ago before I was ensnared in the relationship trap (NYE also marks 1 month of being single. Woo hoo!!)
Since I've been out of the game for so many years I expected my first time coming back to a club would end with much crashing and burning so I decided to say screw the results. I said "Self: The object of the game tonight isn't to get laid, it's to entertain myself to the extreme".
So all day at work before going out I was blasting a combination of awesome music that makes me want to run out and sarge... and random comedy skits. I spent hours rocking out, laughing like a maniac and generally just having a good time. People probably thought I was on drugs but my state was already pumped up before I started the night.
So I leave work, change and hit the club. In the lineup I keep having people walk up to me with "Hey! Psychoactive! Where've you been?". Social proof established!
After about an hour of catching up with people and joking around I realized the night was a success before making my first approach, regardless of how I do. I am so damn pumped and happy that I don't need validation from chicks to make me happy. I like it, and intend to get it, but if I don't get validation I will still feel awesome about myself.
So I decided to start my night. "See ya guys in a bit, I'm going to meet pretty girls now."
Pt 2, the field report
This wasn't too special. The dance floor was pretty much empty aside from me and some random guy who was probably on E. I was dancing by myself and someone watching me from a table. She wasn't even attractive (HB6), but it was better than nothing. I yelled out something like "Why don't you come down here, you can see me better". She laughed and comes over to dance with me. We dance for a few minutes, makeout and ass grab etc but I'm still looking around the room and I'm pretty sure she realized that because eventually she walked away looking a little annoyed.
A few more people have gathered and I see this smoking hot punk girl (HB8) talking to some huge black bodybuilder. So I run over and interrupt them (Note to self: being in state is dangerous) "Hey come dance with me!" I say. She looked relieved and came with me while the guy just awkwardly stood there and got owned by someone half his size.
She dances weird, like nothing I've seen before so I just had to say "where are you from?"
"Oh sorry I'm new here. I am from Germany" That accent turns me on like crazy and I mentally give her another point (HB9). So I try escalating kino but she seems really reserved and standoffish. I slow down, push away and keep a slightly uncomfortable distance until she closes it. Good girl, you do the chasing.
I lead her to the sitting area and put my arm around her but she again freezes up and says in a really flustered voice "I don't even know you. I need to be more comfortable first".
"Oh you're right! I'm sorry, I'll stop touching you. In fact I'll sit over here (leaving a big empty space). There, I wouldn't want to corrupt such a sweet innocent girl. Try not to have dirty thoughts either, that would be awful my kleine madchen (little girl)".
"No" She starts laughing and closes the distance. "It's just too fast, you know?"
Ya ya whatever. This continues for another 20 minutes with her fighting every step of the way. We kissed and it was obviously awkward for her. I'm pretty confident I could have full closed her without changing my strategy much but I starting thinking that it's wayy to early to start dealing with lmr stuff. I want to have fun, and she's not being very fun... I'm only continuing this because she's unbelievably hot which is pretty chodelike thinking. Where did that pedestal come from!?!
So out of nowhere I shake her hand platonically, say "It was nice meeting you" and I walk away in search of FUN.
Some hot blonde girl (HB8) with the body of a dancer or maybe cheerleader. This one was easy, I walked toward her and she just started grinding her ass on me. Ok then fine, skip the opener and lay on the kino heavy.
We fooled around for a while but she was drunk enough (and myself sober enough) that I just felt bad about it. Eventually I walked away.
I'm wandering around and see her dancing by herself. Damn! This girl is everything I fetishize... Long golden locks, freckles, bright blue eyes and a smile that somehow glows. She was rocking a tight athletic body of someone who probably eats super healthy and works out non-stop (HB 9.5 because I refuse to give anyone a 10 ever).
"Do you really enjoy dancing by yourself?" I ask.
"Not really" she shrugs a little sadly.
Without a word I just nod my head toward the dance floor as if ordering her to go there then I take a bit of a leap of faith. I turn my back to her and start walking the way I nodded but I hold my hand out for her behind my back without slowing my pace. I walk away from her and half a second later I feel her holding my hand. I'm in.
I escalated kino fast and was making out with her in less than 30 seconds.
15 minutes later she's buying us a round. We sit and chat for a bit then I buy us a round... bartender was serving someone else so I mentioned that I have to flash my nipples to get any service. I sensually play with the button on my shirt and adjust it to give the bartender a little looksie (he's not paying attention, don't worry). She ate it up and we had a good laugh. We were both just doing random crap like that all night and cracking each other up.
An hour later and we have now done a sexy photoshoot, met each other's friends, had several more shots, kissed our way through the new years countdown, cuddled, talked... totally hit it off. Shortly after, her friends dragged her away because they were her ride and wanted to go home. I should have offered her a place to sleep, no idea why I didn't. As she left she made me promise to call her. (Spoilers: we talked today and made a date for Saturday)
State is through the roof. I feel like a god.
I spot someone who once friend zoned me many years ago before I got good at this stuff. She's a professional belly dancer and dance instructor so (HB8). We make eye contact and I can tell she recognizes me. So we chat a bit and she is practically molesting me with her eyes. "You've uh... changed..." she comments. Apparently I'm more manly now. Doesn't really make sense to me considering I've gained a lot of fat and physically let myself go until a month ago... but I was so deeply in state that I was probably exuding confidence.
Without me asking, she offers her number, kisses me casually and demands that we get together sometime. I say "Ya we'll do something for auld lang syne".
Then she left the club and went home.
I left a few minutes later and went home.
I'll call her eventually but she gets to wait a while and wonder why I won't talk to her. You know, for old time's sake.