Lately I've been working on something I had to work on besides PUA - school. I was to gather 48 points during this college year and only managed to gather 46. In 1.5 months I'll take a retest which I'll have to pass, or I'll have to leave the course and at this age I'm not going to start another one. Cool. No pressure. I like that.
The end of the hectic final period of the schoolyear means something else, too - vacation. Now I'll have a couple of weeks to really work on my game. I actually wanted to go direct daygaming three full days to really get this stuff down, but woke up really late every time (like 12:00) and it's a 1-hour travel to my practise grounds. I'd have to leave at 16:45 every time to make it back in time for dinner and I didn't feel like getting ready quickly and travel to sarge such short amounts of time.
What I did do right (mostly) was last night. A classmate invited some people from our class to his place to celebrate the end of the year. We were with three guys and three girls including myself and the girl from my class that I liked from the start of the year. She didn't make it like a lot of other from my class so I wouldn't see her again after the party.
Some of them wanted to go out afterwards and although I only came to have a chat, they persuaded me into going out with them. Since I didn't think I was going to sarge I had a couple of drinks.
We went to the club. Vin (not the real name of a bald friend of mine) and I got some more drinks there. I was getting buzzed when I saw this guy talking to two girls. It was clearly a pick-up and from the girls' body language I could tell he was doing some good stuff and some bad stuff. At a moment of pause I went in there and had a chat with the good man. Let's call him Mohammed because he looked Maroccan/Turkish and I have no farking idea what his name was again. He was a really nice guy and tried to fix me up with the girl he was hitting on. I say girl because a friend had started talking to the other girl. I turned to her and started talking to her trying to fix her up with Mohammed. She was an HB8, probably 23 - 25 and at a sudden moment she's like "wow, you're a player, aren't you?" I'm like "Nah, not that much" and immediately knew I farked up there. Poor response because of alcohol and that's why we don't consume that while sarging, kids. I ejected.
We spent some time dancing and having fun. We took some pictures and a drunk girl went up the stage to dance and show what's up her skirt to everyone. Thank god she wore underwear because there were spots on her inner tighs. In the meanwhile I was sarging to get girls for my buddy Vin, sometimes cooporating with Mohammed to do so. An HB8 turned out to be lesbian. Some thought he should come over himself. I tried to go for this other girl for myself. She gave me her graduation hat and after my classmates were done playing around with that (3 more years to go, guys) I went back to return it and dance with her. Her friend shamelessly came over to move her and another friend away from me. I was cool with it. I wasn't there to close anyways and was glad I was approaching so much - even though I was buzzed.
In the next club there was a 2-set of which one was talking to a guy. I opened the HB7 for Vin and he N-closed in 2 minutes. Well done, bro! Then I saw this tall, slightly nerdy looking guy dancing in a 6-set with three girls. I quickly reckognised that he probably liked one of the girls and opened him. He said he had liked one of them for six years now. SIX YEARS. Dude. I showed him the site of our little forums and told him to get over there so we could help him out. He didn't seem too excited and went back to the set. His loss.
We went back to the first club and I opened some more girls for Vin. Apparently, I'm an awesome wingman. Well, I wasn't that skilled (on the edge of getting drunk) but I worked hard. Mohammed came back into play and we helped each other out again.
We went to the last club and I was getting tired. We danced some and I talked to my classmate outside. At the end (like 05:00) I took Vin along for one last approach. I walked over to this 2-set (HB6+7), opened the hotter one direct and instructed Vin to talk to the other one. It was a short, nice conversation in which my girl was interested but nothing over-the-top. Another approach nevertheless.
We took off and I said goodbye to my classmates. I went home and arrived at my bed at 07:00.
You know, on the subway home I realized I don't like to go to clubs at all. LOL. I don't like meeting people when they're different than usual, in places you often have to dance to keep yourself busy and waking up the next morning feeling farked up all day (now). I feel that way every time after hitting the clubs. I'm a healthy sports guy. But well, it was the closure of the year so fark it. I do know I'm going to be 90% daygaming and maybe hit some bars at times.
So although I was buzzed and had a tad more courage and a lot less game, I feel I've tried my best to hook both Vin and Mohammed up so I'm satisfied about that. Now it's time to start working on my daygame. Also, I am thinking about imposing prohibition on myself. I don't mind not to drink anyways.
Thanks for reading this lengty journal number five.