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As some of you that follow my threads might know, I moved here ever-so-recently (After New Years), so I've been working non-stop, not meeting a lot of people, etc. Well now that I have established a social group with work, I have people to chill with, which is right on.
This probably is long, so I decided to try some new styles of writing. Longer personal notation (whatever normally I would shove into brackets) is indented and sized differently. Consider it just my thoughts on things, or circumstance. Skip if you're rushed.
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So nonetheless, one of the girls is hosting a house party. So between 7 and 8 (man, that bolded S is goddamn slick..I feel a new writing style coming!), me and Adam hit the beer store and grabbed a 24 pack of Canadian, because he doesn't have enough money for Keiths + Smokes, so he could only afford the Canadian and smokes. Anyways, we hit home and I hit the shower to get prepped up. Roomate gets himself sorted out as well, hit the liquor store again (for Ben) and we drop the car off at Adams and walk the 15 minutes to Courtney's party.
---> MISNS
Now, it seems the idea of free cover entices people to come to places, because this place was pretty full. I'm still fighting my iffy alcomol processing system, so I continue talking with the buddies and after about 10 minutes, I put my jacket into check, and rolled out onto the dance floor.
My First Little 2-Minute Kiss Close
In practising what I've learnt this night already, I get in with this one girl (we'll call her....HBGroovy!), and we're getting pretty into it. My **** is semi hard (was ever since I hit the club, ahaha), and I know she's feeling it on the inside of her legs as she grinds against me. Mmhmm. So far so good. So while she's still grinding on me (and in the span of 10-15 seconds when this wonderful idea hits my head), I proceed to kiss her shoulder (Seconds 1-4), move to her neck (5-11), turned her around (12), gave her the eyes (13-14), and make out insues (15). Blam, and I don't even know this chicks name. Fעckin' A!
:rockon:
So, after about oh who knows..a minute, she pulls back and tells me she has a boyfriend. Oh, not this time bіtch!! I asked her how come he isn't here with her, she says they are on a break (Nice to be upfront about it aren't ya?). I prod a little deeper and asked her how that happened, she says it's really complicated. No kidding, we resume kissing. After the song was over though, she had to sit down, so I sat right beside her and started running my stronger conversation game. Asked her her name (turns out it was Ann(e?)), a little more about her 'boyfriend' (livein, off/on I guess), what she takes in school, age, how her mom used to be bіtchy towards her and I asked her how mad would she be to see you here.
She laughs. Awesome.
A little bit more conversation, her sharing her drink of rum and coke, and she had to hit the washroom, so I asked her if she'd come back for me, and she said definitely. Wicked. So, a few minutes go by, and I'm thinking of ejecting from my seat to continue my running around, but she comes back in a normal amount of time. We kiss again, and she tells me she has to go back home now. I just suddenly realize that leaving means I have to get a number. Unfortunely, I came ill prepeared, as I have business cards and the like in my wallet I left at home, so hastly, I pull out the cell phone and asked her to put her number in, but she refuses, says she can't, boyfriend and crap. Off course, I'm not paying attention so I ask again, and then I realize what the hell is going on. Not only that, I'm running how the hell can I make this series of events logical. She was full into making out, strong rapport, and she's refusing me a number on note of her 'boyfriend'. Alright, I let her go, I'm too stupid at the moment to think of the ingenious idea of WHY go back home instead of rolling with me. Goddamn me.
Went around on the dance floor again, got a few more dances, but nothing even close. I guess after the third or fourth attempt of circling the floor, I conclude I have no targets left. (the place was too small) Damn. Ejected from the floor, found the buddies, grabbed some pizza and went home to eat and crash.
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So, not only is club game new to me, I was doing it solo. No buddies around to give me social status, or something to do, I was pushing myself to open girls in a not-so-normal world for me, by myself, no mentoring by anyone except from my observation skills. So for that, I am fעcking impressed with myself. That, and I stopped a fight.
I know I failed to number close, but I'm going to attribute that to ill-preparedness and a slow mind. Naturally, you learn from your failures (or was it?). For all I know, I'll run into this girl again right? All and all, I think I did pretty good, learnt a lot about club game last night and strengthened a very weak point in my total game, and definitely a good experience to build on.
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PSS: Is it just a Canadian thing to say Fעckin' A?
PSSS: Still was buzzing at 9am, and I stopped drinking at 11? Mmhmm.
This probably is long, so I decided to try some new styles of writing. Longer personal notation (whatever normally I would shove into brackets) is indented and sized differently. Consider it just my thoughts on things, or circumstance. Skip if you're rushed.
------------------------------------
So nonetheless, one of the girls is hosting a house party. So between 7 and 8 (man, that bolded S is goddamn slick..I feel a new writing style coming!), me and Adam hit the beer store and grabbed a 24 pack of Canadian, because he doesn't have enough money for Keiths + Smokes, so he could only afford the Canadian and smokes. Anyways, we hit home and I hit the shower to get prepped up. Roomate gets himself sorted out as well, hit the liquor store again (for Ben) and we drop the car off at Adams and walk the 15 minutes to Courtney's party.
There's nothing like fresh falling snow, low ambient light, and 3 guys carrying either bags of alcohol and mix or a case of beer.
We drop into the party, and everyone's in the kitchen, chatting it up, taking pictures and the whatnot. Cracked open a beer and started conversation. Nothing really to note, except for a little teasing of the girls.
Remember, these are work girls, and although I wouldn't mind laying them, I only ran minor game because of said reason, and also because I like to create running rapport that rolls into future encounters, so essentially, Courtney didn't hit the bars...and last time I saw her, she was talking to a guy, so hence, I pick on her later on. I'm a ****, I know.
She was running music off her laptop, and my luck seems to be on the spot tonight, as not only do I know how to serve up good tunes, she actually had some sort of a selection. Fעckin' A! So, I started adding a few songs, and HBHost came by occasionally, asking me what songs I'm picking, pick this one, play this one, and I tell her to buzz off and let me do my thing. After the first bout of DJing, I rehit the kitchen (I'm almost done my second beer now), and I get into conversation about alcohol, and how HBFlowerDress couldn't drink it straight. I said hold up, and went and got my raspberry 26'er and told her she could drink this straight. Conversation went elsewhere, and I ejected to drum up Water-hal in those all so familiar beer glasses.
Water-Hal (personally named): (1/5 Flavoured Vodka to 4/5 Sprite, served on ice)
Drank that slowly, and kept on doing my thing, between 'come here and pick some good songs (because someone else fעcked it up)', some group convos and other crap. Unfortunely, my tolerance for alcohol is wayy to low (as I had to piss repeatedly, and after that glass of damage, I cut myself off as I hit the 'ohh fעck' level). Nonetheless, DJing actually helped in settling meself down, and just before cabs were called at 1130ish (late...ugh), a random fight broke out in the living room, so I pulled the guy off and seperated the two. No idea how the hell that happened. Into the cab I go now.
---> MISNS
Now, it seems the idea of free cover entices people to come to places, because this place was pretty full. I'm still fighting my iffy alcomol processing system, so I continue talking with the buddies and after about 10 minutes, I put my jacket into check, and rolled out onto the dance floor.
Now, not only do I not club a lot, I don't have any real moves, nor do I do a lot of blind pickup (complete stranger) in a club envio, so a lot of club game is new to me (as I run a lot of social game in everyday life).
So, nonetheless, I'm still buzzing at 1am, which helps with loosing up. Moving to the beat, I started watching other guys and girls, how the guy moves in (if he succeeds), how he does it, and also identifying to myself potential HBTarget(s), HBFatties, HBBarSluts and HBNoTouchyForBFProbablyKicksMajorAss girls. Awesome, I'm getting into the mood, so I start approaching my HBTargets, trying different ways of getting her attention, and very quickly learning how to move with her (as I got a bunch of walk offs). A couple girls raised the 'married' deal, and I just left it at that. Not that it really matters (as why else would they be in a club dancing with guys..), and indeedly so, I still danced with married girls, but back to this... The highlight of the night came right about...now. Haha
My First Little 2-Minute Kiss Close
In practising what I've learnt this night already, I get in with this one girl (we'll call her....HBGroovy!), and we're getting pretty into it. My **** is semi hard (was ever since I hit the club, ahaha), and I know she's feeling it on the inside of her legs as she grinds against me. Mmhmm. So far so good. So while she's still grinding on me (and in the span of 10-15 seconds when this wonderful idea hits my head), I proceed to kiss her shoulder (Seconds 1-4), move to her neck (5-11), turned her around (12), gave her the eyes (13-14), and make out insues (15). Blam, and I don't even know this chicks name. Fעckin' A!
:rockon:
So, after about oh who knows..a minute, she pulls back and tells me she has a boyfriend. Oh, not this time bіtch!! I asked her how come he isn't here with her, she says they are on a break (Nice to be upfront about it aren't ya?). I prod a little deeper and asked her how that happened, she says it's really complicated. No kidding, we resume kissing. After the song was over though, she had to sit down, so I sat right beside her and started running my stronger conversation game. Asked her her name (turns out it was Ann(e?)), a little more about her 'boyfriend' (livein, off/on I guess), what she takes in school, age, how her mom used to be bіtchy towards her and I asked her how mad would she be to see you here.
She laughs. Awesome.A little bit more conversation, her sharing her drink of rum and coke, and she had to hit the washroom, so I asked her if she'd come back for me, and she said definitely. Wicked. So, a few minutes go by, and I'm thinking of ejecting from my seat to continue my running around, but she comes back in a normal amount of time. We kiss again, and she tells me she has to go back home now. I just suddenly realize that leaving means I have to get a number. Unfortunely, I came ill prepeared, as I have business cards and the like in my wallet I left at home, so hastly, I pull out the cell phone and asked her to put her number in, but she refuses, says she can't, boyfriend and crap. Off course, I'm not paying attention so I ask again, and then I realize what the hell is going on. Not only that, I'm running how the hell can I make this series of events logical. She was full into making out, strong rapport, and she's refusing me a number on note of her 'boyfriend'. Alright, I let her go, I'm too stupid at the moment to think of the ingenious idea of WHY go back home instead of rolling with me. Goddamn me.
Went around on the dance floor again, got a few more dances, but nothing even close. I guess after the third or fourth attempt of circling the floor, I conclude I have no targets left. (the place was too small) Damn. Ejected from the floor, found the buddies, grabbed some pizza and went home to eat and crash.
---------------
So, not only is club game new to me, I was doing it solo. No buddies around to give me social status, or something to do, I was pushing myself to open girls in a not-so-normal world for me, by myself, no mentoring by anyone except from my observation skills. So for that, I am fעcking impressed with myself. That, and I stopped a fight.
I know I failed to number close, but I'm going to attribute that to ill-preparedness and a slow mind. Naturally, you learn from your failures (or was it?). For all I know, I'll run into this girl again right? All and all, I think I did pretty good, learnt a lot about club game last night and strengthened a very weak point in my total game, and definitely a good experience to build on.
You can:
Add a Comment - 2 Minutes
Express Kudos - 10 Seconds
Pointers - Hours
Telling me I suck at this when I can search your threads and find out you can't even talk to a girl - Priceless
For quoting, PLEASE only quote the specific paragraphs/sentences, save the page from spam!
Oh, and for everything else in life, there's Mastercard, Visa....and you still have to work!
Sarge On!
PS: MISNS -- More Important Stuff Now Starts
PSS: Is it just a Canadian thing to say Fעckin' A?
PSSS: Still was buzzing at 9am, and I stopped drinking at 11? Mmhmm.
