abcd_z
Senior Don Juan
I'd been to a club once before, a long time ago in Canada. I didn't do much actual sarging that time, since I was with my then-girlfriend (who wasn't really into the club scene) and her 3 friends.
Anyhow, I arrive at the club, it's freakin' cold, and the line is pretty long. At least a half-hour later, we're in. My landlord who also happened to be my wing that night (albeit one not versed in mASF doctrine) got us some tickets online, so it didn't cost us anything to get in the door.
It's been a while since I've been able to do any sarging, and I catch myself suffering from approach anxiety. Pretty bad, actually. I finally decide to open a target while I'm waiting in line, and everything goes smoothly. Nice compliance, she's qualifying herself to me, holding my hand for a few more seconds after I let go.
...of course, since she just turned 21, she's also a bit tipsy before even entering the club. Go figure. I could have gotten her number, but I live 12 miles from the club, and the logistics are against us ever meeting up again. Plus, I'm a little ashamed of how unreliable my phone game is.
I get inside, and man, it's loud. I have to yell just to communicate with my wing, all the beautiful women either had their backs to me and were surrounded by men at the bars, or were on their way from one place to another, or were on the dance floor, where I have mediocre dance abilities and poor dancefloor dominance. I should probably work to improve that, but right now I'm focusing on the verbal aspects of having game.
I also meet a friend of my wing's, who had been reading The Game. We started talking about that a bit, and I decided to use the opener "hey, looks like the party's over here", just to show him it can be done. I psyche myself out several times at the bar where everyone has their backs to me, and when I do finally get the guts to make the approach, I realize the set I opened contains one man and one large, unattractive middle-aged woman. I just couldn't bring myself to follow it up with "If I wasn't gay, you'd so be mine."
I decide to switch openers to one Tyler Durden wrote about, "I'm thinking of dyeing my hair completely blonde", and the latino two-set I open with it doesn't speak much english. Embarassing or funny, your call.
I manage to do a few more openers away from the dance floor, where the music isn't as loud (although even that was pretty damn loud to my virgin ears), and with a lone wolf I even manage to segue into an IVD I created that I'm rather proud of. Of course, halfway through the IVD (I call it Wolf's Paws), her boyfriend shows up. I befriend him briefly (Enthusiastic "Hey man, what's up?", give him a hearty handshake), then the woman wants me to show him Wolf's Paws as well. So I do, then eject. I probably should have cut the thread and moved onto something else, but I honestly felt lucky just to have gotten past the opener for once.
Oh yeah, and I saw the woman I opened in line a few times in the club. Without her coat, I could see that she had a few more pounds on her than I had thought. I talked to her a bit about guys buying her drinks, but other than that I just let her get plastered.
I talked to a waitress or server or something about somebody gets into the VIP area, and how on earth she manages to communicate in such a loud environment, because "I like striking up random conversations, and I can't do it like I'm used to in a club" (paraphrasing). She suggested buying women drinks at one point, I just laughed, then changed the topic and showed her Wolf's Paws. As I was leaving, she let her hand slide down the small of my back, but I wasn't gonna flip out over an IOI from a hired gun.
Around 1 AM I decided I wanted to get going, so I looked for my wing, who had earlier been buying drinks for some random woman. I finally find him grinding with some women on the dance floor. I know it was just an illusion, but in that moment it seemed like he had more game than me.
Goddammit.
So, there you have it. My first club sarge. A craptastic experience overall, but I am happy with the fact that I opened about 6 different sets (not counting the waiter since she was a hired gun), and I got past the opener in one of those sets. And on top of that, I've started on the path to getting good at high-pressure night game.
Rock on.
Anyhow, I arrive at the club, it's freakin' cold, and the line is pretty long. At least a half-hour later, we're in. My landlord who also happened to be my wing that night (albeit one not versed in mASF doctrine) got us some tickets online, so it didn't cost us anything to get in the door.
It's been a while since I've been able to do any sarging, and I catch myself suffering from approach anxiety. Pretty bad, actually. I finally decide to open a target while I'm waiting in line, and everything goes smoothly. Nice compliance, she's qualifying herself to me, holding my hand for a few more seconds after I let go.
...of course, since she just turned 21, she's also a bit tipsy before even entering the club. Go figure. I could have gotten her number, but I live 12 miles from the club, and the logistics are against us ever meeting up again. Plus, I'm a little ashamed of how unreliable my phone game is.
I get inside, and man, it's loud. I have to yell just to communicate with my wing, all the beautiful women either had their backs to me and were surrounded by men at the bars, or were on their way from one place to another, or were on the dance floor, where I have mediocre dance abilities and poor dancefloor dominance. I should probably work to improve that, but right now I'm focusing on the verbal aspects of having game.
I also meet a friend of my wing's, who had been reading The Game. We started talking about that a bit, and I decided to use the opener "hey, looks like the party's over here", just to show him it can be done. I psyche myself out several times at the bar where everyone has their backs to me, and when I do finally get the guts to make the approach, I realize the set I opened contains one man and one large, unattractive middle-aged woman. I just couldn't bring myself to follow it up with "If I wasn't gay, you'd so be mine."
I decide to switch openers to one Tyler Durden wrote about, "I'm thinking of dyeing my hair completely blonde", and the latino two-set I open with it doesn't speak much english. Embarassing or funny, your call.
I manage to do a few more openers away from the dance floor, where the music isn't as loud (although even that was pretty damn loud to my virgin ears), and with a lone wolf I even manage to segue into an IVD I created that I'm rather proud of. Of course, halfway through the IVD (I call it Wolf's Paws), her boyfriend shows up. I befriend him briefly (Enthusiastic "Hey man, what's up?", give him a hearty handshake), then the woman wants me to show him Wolf's Paws as well. So I do, then eject. I probably should have cut the thread and moved onto something else, but I honestly felt lucky just to have gotten past the opener for once.
Oh yeah, and I saw the woman I opened in line a few times in the club. Without her coat, I could see that she had a few more pounds on her than I had thought. I talked to her a bit about guys buying her drinks, but other than that I just let her get plastered.
I talked to a waitress or server or something about somebody gets into the VIP area, and how on earth she manages to communicate in such a loud environment, because "I like striking up random conversations, and I can't do it like I'm used to in a club" (paraphrasing). She suggested buying women drinks at one point, I just laughed, then changed the topic and showed her Wolf's Paws. As I was leaving, she let her hand slide down the small of my back, but I wasn't gonna flip out over an IOI from a hired gun.
Around 1 AM I decided I wanted to get going, so I looked for my wing, who had earlier been buying drinks for some random woman. I finally find him grinding with some women on the dance floor. I know it was just an illusion, but in that moment it seemed like he had more game than me.
Goddammit.
So, there you have it. My first club sarge. A craptastic experience overall, but I am happy with the fact that I opened about 6 different sets (not counting the waiter since she was a hired gun), and I got past the opener in one of those sets. And on top of that, I've started on the path to getting good at high-pressure night game.
Rock on.
