Weekend FR or Grope Report
AsianPlayboy requested it, so here it is: a weekend FR, or grope report if you will. If you are a member of law enforcement, the following is a figment of my imagination lol.
9:45 PM (VENUE ONE):
I show up at a western themed joint on LA's main entertainment strip. I manage to swing some free parking in the hills and hoof it 15 minutes or so to my nighttime venue. I'm a little worried since I promised my wing I'd be there a half hour earlier, at least.
When I get to the bar/restaurant, I look around for a guy who fits the description given to me (my wing is a guy who emailed me on a PUA list). He sees me first but only after I circle the place for about ten minutes. My wing's about 5'4", 125 lbs, early 40's, has thinning brown hair, a slight bald spot on the top of his head, and is wearing a hawaiian shirt and vans shoes. He's got an easy smile and relaxed manner, and is already chatting up some dude he's just met. I figure he must have mad game in order to compensate for his guy next door looks. Turns out he does indeed throw caution to the wind in his approaches.
We stay for about an hour there, and the situation is unfortunately a mess. We hang out on the patio area. We talk about how we might open a convo with three girls seated at a table. They're all caucasian, mid twenties, one's about a '5', one a '6' and the third might be a '7'. I figure this table of girls would be a tricky pick up at best. First of all, they're at a table, second, there are three of them, and third, my wing and I are not quite sure on how to approach. However, I just go ahead and open the table by sitting next to the '7'. I say hi and ask her how she's doing. She seems reasonably friendly, but soon is giving me one word answers. My wing actually takes a seat at their table. Bad idea. Bad idea. After two minutes, like I said, I'm getting one word answers from the '7'. The wing's chatting up the '6' and '5'. The '6' after two minutes, leans back in her chair, frowns, crosses her arms, sighs and rolls her eyes into the back of her head. My wing misses this since he's chatting up the '5' for the moment but I'm sitting directly behind the '6' and am watching it all unfold. I decide this is not worth pursuing, and I bail. My wing continues. After 5 minutes, he's back inside. I ask him how it went, hoping that he was able to execute a reversal since he was out there for an extended period of time. He informs me that he was 'asked to leave' by the girls. Later, he confides that the girls told him to jump over the railing. Yikes! Perhaps a venue change will help.
We run into a friend a mine and my wing tells him what happened with the three set. At was at this point that the wing confides that he was asked to jump over the rail. 'Whoa! Well, dating coach x is over there now, you should join us,' my friend says, but my wing and I decide to try out the second venue first.
11 PM (VENUE TWO):
We decide to bail and check out a lounge/club/bar further down the street. Again, my wing approaches without hesitation whereas I'm hesitant to approach. There are two blonde '8's' seated behind me. When he returns from the bathroom, he opens them with something about how it's too hot for the girls inside or something to that effect. They look up but say nothing and resume their conversation. 'I guess that didn't go so well,' he says seating himself. I didn't say so at the time, but he was standing way too far away, at least six feet away and speaking too quietly. I ask my wing if there is a bar. He says that it's a lounge and there is no bar. I suggest we go back inside and look around. Once inside he wants to open up a group of five girls seated inside the lounge. I tell him we should wait to see how their situation develops. Two minutes later, the girls wave down five guys and the girls are all sitting on their laps.
My wing opens up another set, this time it's a group of five girls standing in a circle, all part of a wedding group, I later discover. He seems to be doing ok at first when talking to them. He talks, smiles, chats for at least five minutes. He later tells me that they told him they're just waiting for their tab before they go. Turns out they were lying. These girls show up later at the bar he eventually finds and one says 'oh my god!' when the wing sees them and he says: 'I thought you said you were leaving!'
Therefore, we find the bar after my wing's wedding party approach. It's adjacent to a dance floor. I'm too shy to talk to girls when we're inside at the bar at first, although the vibe is much better than it was in the lounge area. We head back out to the lounge after hanging for about ten minutes. I see a friend who just happens to be with a dating coach at the time. They are headed back to the bar and so we decide to follow to see how they operate. I actually ask the coach for advice on how to get the ball rolling, once I'm inside. He says don't think, just react, that this place is a dojo for PUA's.
So, I see some girls who look reasonably attractive. These are two tall girls. One has a cute face, is very tall but is soft through the middle, if not quite fat. I'll give her a '6.5' or so. I put my arm around the '6.5' and chat her up. I tell her to dance chest to chest with her girlfriend like she was doing before. "No! That's not close enough!" I tell them as they turn towards each other. I push the two together until they are chest to chest and hip to hip dancing like they were before. I grab the '6.5's ass and slap it hard and squeeze it in my hand. "Awooooo!" this girl yells and smiles. I start getting close and dance with them. I untie the '6.5's' lace holding the back of her shirt together. No objections from the '6.5' as her straps come undone. Her friend sees and says 'nooo' and ties it up back up slowly. "Hey, your friend didn't have a problem with it!' I say. They seem happy dancing, grinding and drinking. I'm getting tired, so I eject since I don't know how to escalate aside from actually having sex on the dance floor with the '6.5', which probably wouldn't have been kosher with the '6.5's' friend.
I chat with my wing after and tell him that the dating coach's words made me feel less inhibited. He sees a blonde cutie, about a '7.5' (I rate her a '7', my wing rates her about an '8') right in front of me. She's alone, and standing still. She's about 5' 6" in heels, about 22, has a cute face and nice thin body. My wing tells me to go open her. I walk over the six feet to where she is and put my arm around her waist and hold her. I pull her in a bit and rest her hip lightly on my crotch. It's loud so I talk loudly in her ear. I find out she's from England, and she's here for a week blah blah blah, and I ask her what I should do when I visit England blah blah blah. I rub her arm, hold her waist, and rest her butt on my crotch. She's starting to resist a bit physically, pushing me away slightly, although she's still smiling and seems into the convo. I try something else. I ask her if she likes this music and if she likes to dance. She says she likes the music but isn't a good dancer. I take her by the arm and lead her into the heart of the dance floor. True, she can't dance. I try to grind her a bit. "I have to go find my friend!" she says, and scampers off.
CONCLUSION:
I became much less inhibited after the dating coach told me not to think, but just react. I was very hesitant to open before, but not afterwards.
Lesson learned: gentlemen, leave your inhibitions at the door when you go to a bar/club. This scene is not for the sensitive-guy type or for the faint of heart. The guys for the most part are in their early to mid twenties, good looking, ultra aggressive (for example, I saw one guy cautiously rubbing his hand along a girl's thigh up to her crotch. After seeing this, I figured more direct physical contact was in order during my approaches as well), and have had several drinks to boot. The girls are aware of this, are highly selective, and wait for the best looking guy and/or a reasonably good looking guy who will open and persist without fear.
If anything, I might have gone just a little too far too fast with the second girl, but it was a good experiment. You have to be flexible too. The English girl liked the convo, the tall '6.5' liked the grind and grab and the more direct line of action. I don't know what to make of this night, but that's what happened.
Lesson learned 2: I haven't been a very good wing on my outings. I'm not helping out my wings with the UG's or giving them the support they want/need. Of course I found some of the girls unattractive in various sets that my wing opened, but that's the whole point of being a wing--you've got to provide support so your wing doesn't have to carry the entire burden himself. What can I say, I'm learning.
