FR: W3D6 - Taste my peacock, hunting season.
Roughly 7:15pm..
Haz woke the f up after napping on my couch for the past 3 hours. To him it's heavenly, coming back for more couch naps every weekend. To me, it looked like the most uncomfortable sleep a man could endure. While I was watching Fight Club, Haz twitched and itched, uncontrollably kicking the blanket every 30seconds. It annoyed the hell out of me.
Edward Norton was being interrogated by his two space monkeys when Haz asked me, “What’s happening?”. I answered him with a shrug cos I honestly wasn’t following the story very well. I was thinking about tonight..
TASTE MY PEACOCK…
8:30pm-ish
Putting the last touches in my punked out spikeyish Roman hair style, I told Haz that we should have nicknames for ourselves tonight as we were gonna be foolish shameless peacocks in our conquest. I’m not giving out my real name if I’m gonna play a jerk. He half assedly labeled me ‘Roland’ after a piano brand, “You know, I’m gonna call my son Roland. It’s a cool name, he’s gonna be so cool in school.”, I laughed at him, “Watch out, he’s gonna get played!”. We settled on ‘Sen’ and ‘Jay’. Sen suited me.
So this was the outcome. Me in my beige grandpa pants with criss-cross design, black military top with loose pink tie, chocolate brown Vans shoes, black leather wrist rope, Fossil black leather band watch w/ metal things in ‘em and a funky munky jap cartoon wrist sweat band under my left elbow. I looked the mirror and told re-affirmed myself, “Funky Munky sez yeshhh!!”
Jay was decked out with an expensive Seiko watch, some sought of army-like short discipline haircut, brown cargos, brown Hard Rock Café T, black web belt hanging from the side and honey brown shoes. We would stick out not looking too norm. Goal, semi accomplished. Jay didn’t have too much game to fall on. He was bad at convo skills and it showed when I chatted to my friend girl, HB6 killer bod, at the pool hall Thursday night –ljbf zone-. She tells me that she broke up with her bf and Jay melted away from the convo. I played it cool and told her that I was the WORST rebound guy and thanked her for the info. But no real prospects here, she’s a little taller than me and I’m asking nothing from her.
We got to town at 9ish. I forgot to bring my guitar pick with me so I resort to my mating call softener. It was a way to soften the impact of discouragement I’ld receive that night and increase my ‘don’t give a fvck attitude’. Not really an opener but great for male attention wh*res. As we walked down the street toward our chosen destination, I softened my AFCness by gawking like a ****atoo at a 3set. “Gawkkk?!? Mating call!” I’ld yell out followed with a cheesy grin. One HB8 smiled back at me while the 2 beta-b8tches walked on with nothing to offer me. Jay and I cacked up laughing in a rage. I turn to him and lift my elbow pointing to Funky Munky and said, “Funky Munky sez yes!!”. I did the gawking a couple more times to a few sets. Sets even with dudes in them. One dude even woofed back like a dog after I said “Mating call!”. Egh.
I didn’t feel like clubbing no more, I just wanted to stay out and be a fool. It was great fun. When a 2set of HB7s walked by, I jumped on a nearby bench and started air guitaring and while pointing at them like John Travolta doing the “Grease lightning” dance I asked them to join my rock band.
Me: Join mah rock band!!
Jay: We have a gig later tonight.
-They stop by the bench.
HB7a: Only if I can have your tie.
Me: No way!! It was given to me by Lindsay Lohan’s mother.
HB7a: I don’t believe your BS.
Me: You’re right, I’m a compulsive liar, ask me another question.
HB7a: What’s the band called?
Jay: Jay and Sen.
Me: Nah.. Jay’s in another band. Mine’s called Sen’s fight clubbin’ funky munky peacock band. Ooh, what’s your name? –something like that-
HB7a: Liz
Jay: And yours? –at HB7b-
HB7b: Michelle.
-Jay small talks HB7b Michelle in the background..
Me: OK, so it’s Sen and Lizard’s fight clubbin’ funky munky peacock band.
HB7a: lol, ok.
-I fluff a bit..
Me: ok, I gotta get going. I have a party to go to. Give me your number and we’ll get together afterwards. –I just wanted to number close and leave, I didn’t want to waste this frame of mind I had going-
HB7b: Where’s the gig?
-I look at Liz and laugh
Me: 11 @ **-******
-Liz and I trade # and Jay tries to follow suit. Michelle tells Jay she has a bf, prob total BS.
We got to a lounge/bar and opened 4 more sets. I aimed to go for 2/3sets with only HB7ishes and opened on HBs who gave me EC. I excuse myself and Jay after 5mins or number close if I was confident she showed me enough IOIs. I got 3 more numbers from 2 different sets and Jay kiss closed a HB6 Italian but didn’t get a #, after I asked him why, he said he didn’t want to be seen in town with her. lol
11 o’clock rolled by and Jay asked me if the 2 HB7s earlier would turn up at **-******. So we end up going to there to open more sets or see if they are there. We enter the main entrance and have a look-see. I couldn’t spot them so we continued on our merry way chatting to HBs who gave EC. I saw a HB7.5 punker chick there by herself and flashed her a ‘don’t I know you from somewhere look’. I told Jay to stay here and I walked towards her while maintaining the look and pointing at her. A coy little smile came across her face.
Me: Don’t I know you from somewhere? –cliché, I know. I was planning on saying, I met you at ‘so and so’ concert huh?-
HB7.5: Hmm.. do you know Ben?
Me: Oh wait! Ben.. the drum dude!
HB7.5: Yea! Yea!
Me: Nah.. I don’t know Ben the drum dude. You’re crapping me.
HB7.5: *chuckle*.. well I don’t know you.
Me: Hahaha.. Arh well. My name is Sen.
HB7.5: Nat.
-little shake of hands, then fluff. I remember the next bit clearly tho-
Me: So did you come here with other punker chicks?
Nat: Yea, there on the dance floor. -pointing to them- They’ve been watching us the whole time.
Me: I think they are jealous..
Nat: lol, and so they should be. –IOI-
-I ask her questions like, “Would you eat brains for $50?” and so a game of “Would you, ********* for $****?” developed. It became a more interesting game when I asked, "Would you date a guy like me for a coffee?". No doubt it was a yes-
Nat: Would you peck me on the cheek for free?
Me: -no answer- Would you kiss me on the lips for free?
-So we made out for about 10mins, I see her friends come up to the table so I number close quick-
Me: I better find my friend, how about we hang out for coffee? Is there a way I can reach you?
Nat: Yea, call my mobile. XXXXXXXXXX
Me: Cool. –smile-
-then her friend sez Hi to me as I walk away. I say Hi back-
I find Jay talking with some dudes I don’t know. After introductions I find out they are from his work. We drink from jugs the waitress brings to the table. (Haha.. Jugs from the waitress). While talking about cars and chicks and sports, out of the blue someone comes up from behind and hugs me.
?: Boo!
Me: Pastor Glendale?
?: No it’s me silly.
-I turn around and see Liz and Michelle, I nearly pizzed my pants-
Me: oh, hey…. Hahaha
-I felt like they were stalking us. It felt great, and weird-
I asked her if she wanted to dance and we headed to the dancefloor. I saw Nat’s friends there and made a point to not dance so close to Liz. To make it look like we were friends. After about 3mins, Michelle and Jay joined us and I mimicked Jay’s dance style for kicks. Michelle was probably closer to Liz than Jay and Jay asked me if we could fvck off. He didn’t look like getting anywhere, so we went home.
All in all, a great night. We displayed social proof, a free fun attitude and looked the part.
I'm gonna have to explain to Nat who Liz was if she ever asks. lol, yea.. I'mma playah..
Week 3's tally:
7 - convos
5 - #s
So I learnt that there's more promise with Nat as we ended on a good note. It ended while sexually escalating into a kiss. So this would be a great foundation for a relationship, while with the others I didn't kiss them yet. So I'm sought of starting on a back foot on the first date with 'em. I will call the numbers on Monday/Tuesday night to set up a coffee date on Wednesday/Thursday! Yay!
With peacocking, I felt a real boost in confidence. I assumed a different identity. Fully recommend it to everyone who hasn't tried it.
I'm gonna finish it off tomorrow without peacocking and note any differences.
Phew.. this FR took a while. Someone learn something from it dammit.
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The Nice Guy is Gone: Goodluck in the other town. Go out and get 'em!
Going to another town is a permit to 'AcT a Foo!!".
Swoop and
hatcha: Let's see if we all can get them done by tomorrow hey? I got 3 more to go!
yrock181: lol. Could of told her that you are an adventurous guy asking questions never asked before!! Let's see if you can fish out a number or a date from the e-mail. If not, >NEXT!! Goodluck!
scorpio king: What a pro fluffer! lol. Hey, throw some c+f in there to compliment your alpha-frame. Neg hit if she's too hot to handle and try to steer the convo in a more rapport building situation. This is what I've recently been mastering and perfecting, and it's added to my arsenal immensely. There are some great routines out there to try out.
Good job on pointing the group in the right direction. Anyone else have tips they have recently reading regarding the week's exercises post a link!!
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Looks like everyone is doing pretty well.. Atleast the budding DJs who haven't dropped out.
I can't wait to see you all on Week 4! It's gonna be great!!
No promises but I'm currently thinking of something we can all put in our signatures on BC completion. Throw some ideas this way if you have something. Any asci people out there? How about a BC '05 asci signature?