DJ Boot Camp,
Week 6, Day 6 + 7 (Friday and Saturday):
Friday:
12 PM: head to the gym in the day rather than at night, first because any cardio/weight work is supposedly better earlier in the day since you get a metabolism boost throughout the day, and second to see if the mix of ladies is any different (hopefully better).
Working out mid day throws off my routine however, so I wind up feeling lethargic throughout the day. Also, I haven't shaved in three days, and for these two reasons, I just don't feel I'm at my best today. I chicken out three times today with possible approaches. First, I see the chipmunk cheeked filipina AGAIN, going through her marathon (half hour plus) stretching routine. Her hair's in a ponytail and she looks even better than before. I can't offer any excuses here, I just chickened out. I wonder if I should cut my cardio short to talk to her. Nah.
After my cardio, I hit the weights. Leg work today, and as usual, I'm surrounded by chicks all around me trying to tone their hams and glutes. All the girls are 5's and 6's though. Then, I see a HB8. Tall, doe eyed, very light skinned girl, probably Latina despite her light skin, judging from her eyes and face. I check her out and we lock eyes for a couple of seconds. Again, I chicken out.
4 PM: I head to the grocery store, hoping to see the short, tan Latina HB7. She's there, but yukking it up with a fellow (male) employee. In retrospect, I should've engaged both then isolated her. I'm feeling so out of kilter today, I just don't approach.
5 PM onward: I take care of a bunch of chores that have mounted throughout the week.
Saturday:
12 PM: head to the beach and walk around the pier. I'm scouting this place out as a possible action date for the girl whose number I got at the gym. Tons of families, teenage girls, and older folks out. Practically zero targets worth approaching. I spot an occasional HB7 along with a gaggle of other girls, but for the most part, this is not a HB scene.
The entertainment there seeems mediocre: some kiddie amusement park rides, an arcade, and a mini golf course: all of these attractions seem weathered and under-maintained, possibly due to the salt water air, and/or due to neglect, since the beachside location virtually guarantees revenue regardless of maintenance and upkeep. I'm not sold on this location at all, as I see very few young couples here.
5 PM: I'm at a chain grocery store now. I finally see a HB who is alone and worth approaching. She's about a 7, with party/hottie ensemble kickin': tight white bare midriff blouse and hip hugging jeans showing off her curves. I see her around the store grabbing this and that, as I do the same. After about 5 minutes, I catch up to her in the liquor/beer aisle.
Me: I see you're looking for alcohol too!
Her: Yeaaah! she laughs, her face flushes, mouth is open.
Me: so which one of these wines is good?
Her: Actually, I'm not quite sure. I got this kind (shows me the brand). But, I'm just choosing based on what looks good. Her body language is good: she's smiling, with her mouth open, and her eyes are open wide. She's a tad nervous, in an enthusiastic way. We fluff and I ask her how her weekend is going.
Her: I'm working this weekend, I'm a paramedic.
Me: Cool.
This is where I continue to blow it. I just have a hard time faking interest in a girl's line of work, even though I reprimanded myself on this very point just last week. Since I don't demonstrate much interest, her interest seems to decline as well. I continue fluffing however (I don't remember exactly about what), and eventually she tells me that she's just moved into town. I ask her what brings her into my town. She says she's going to a jc in town and also for her boyfriend.
I just ignore the comment about the boyfriend. After a couple minutes more, I tell her I better get going.
Her: Yea, well I'll see you around...
Me: Give me your number and we can pick up this conversation later.
Her: She hesitates for a second. 'Well, I have a boyfriend...
Me: Damm, we talk for a few minutes and you're already telling me about your problems?
Her: she laughs, and seems completely exasperated. I can tell that I got her good. 'I don't know if that's such a good idea, I shouldn't do that.'
Me: 'We can talk, just as friends, I'm sure your borefriend wouldn't object to that.'
Her: her mouth is wide open, and she has no comeback. She's just utterly speechless.
Me: OK, well I'll see you later.
At this point, I expect her to eject instantly. Instead, she stands frozen for a few seconds, apparently confused or possibly waiting for me to try to escalate. I've already given up and exit the scene.
Lesson learned: Just because a girl mentions a boyfriend doesn't mean you're automatically shut out. When I referred to her boyfriend as a 'problem', she couldn't look me in the eye anymore since internally, she probably agreed with me. I think I could have continued to run an 'anti-boyfriend' routine for a few minutes more and gotten the number. I couldn't quite muster up the courage, but I feel more and more comfortable trying to overcome this objection. I think my main mental block is that I somehow feel it's 'immoral' or 'wrong' to hit on a girl who claims to have a boyfriend. It's pretty clear to me that some girls are either lying, or are just craving to be stolen since they are waiting for something better. Just a mental note.
For instance, when hanging out at the pier and beach front today, I noticed that many, many girls were with guys who were at best average looking, short, or had some combination of readily evident physical deficiencies and/or shortcomings. These girls are practically begging to be stolen by another guy who's wittier, better looking or simply someone new.
Lesson learned: she didn't say 'no, you can't have my number', she just raised a possible objection and I gave up. Second mental note: continue addressing objections as long as she doesn't say 'no.'
9:30 PM:
I finished dinner and have no plans. Fyck this, I want to go to a club. I head to a club downtown and am 90% certain I will go in, even though I'm flying solo. I get to the club and roll my eyes at the humongous line snaking through the parking lot. I decide to go in anyway, since I've already invested my time and gas to get there.
I get into line. There are four fatties dressed to the nines right in front of me. Behind me, two hotties get in line. The four girls ahead of me, despite their looks, get pulled out and placed into a VIP line. Apparently they can get in right away if they pay a higher entrance fee. I don't quite know what the deal is. There are two younger Black guys ahead of me. I start talking to them so I don't feel like a complete dufus standing all alone in line. They turn out to be very cool college kids. They tell me about how much it costs, and fill me in on a bunch of other clubs in town. I tell these guys I'm just going to scope out the action and scout the place so I'm better prepared for a later visit.
After forty minutes, I'm at the door. I get frisked by a cop, pay twenty (damm) dollars and head upstairs. I'm very underwhelmed by the decor. It looks like a fifties sock hop in there, with balloons, an old, creaky wooden floor and dingy booths. This looks like someone's basement, albeit quite a bit larger than a home basement.
I think to myself in line and once inside: FINALLY, A CONCENTRATION OF PRETTY YOUNG WOMEN IN L.A.! So THIS is where they're all at, I'm thinking. There's just a gaggle of 18-25 hotties here. A good third are throwaway fatties. About half however, are HB7's and 8's. There are really no model caliber HB9's or 10's, but there are so many young, dolled up 7's and 8's compared to the other venues I usually scope out, it doesn't matter to me.
As reality sets in, I know I am going to have a tough time here. First of all, it's the first time I've been in a club in about seven or eight years. Nothing's changed. The guys who do it right are generally the black guys. The Asian and Armenian and Persian guys tend to supplicate by ASKING a girl to dance. After about a half hour of observation, I can tell that asking is totally the wrong approach. The black guys just find a group of girls, join in, smile and start dancing; they don't ask, they don't supplicate, they just do it. No girls had any objection to this. And it's not an issue of race, either. I saw a couple of Armenian guys do exactly the same thing: they just joined a couple of girls and started dancing with them. That's it: confidence is the only difference.
By contrast, some other Asian and Armenian guys approached girls who were either dancing or not dancing and ASKED them, or tried to touch them. The girls recoiled, or shook their heads immediately. Assume the sale and be confident is the lesson.
As for me, I took about an hour or so just to get oriented: where are the bathrooms, which of the guys are successful, how are they successful, why are they successful? Which guys get blown off and why?
After about an hour, my ears are about to bleed. I am in serious pain. I know I need to eject, but the thump thump of the speakers and shaking floor, and the mesmerizing sway of chicks grinding to the music keep me there for a full two hours.
Lesson learned: ditch the glasses. Wear a club shirt. Wear nice shoes. Don't ask a girl for anything or offer her anything. Just dress nice, go up to them and start dancing. If they smile, touch them some more, get a number or try to kiss and/or fyck close.
Lesson learned: I may never go to a club again. My ears are still ringing. Now I remember why I didn't return to a club after a period of hitting bars and clubs every weekend: I'm in so much pain right now because of the noise level, I'm almost physically sick. I want to chase pretty young tail but I don't want to go deaf either. Maybe I could go wearing earplugs next time.
