4 More Chick Approaches
Saturday, July 8, 2006:
11:15 PM to 2:30 PM.
For those of who you find it a challenge to wade through my pages long FR's, I'll summarize the proceedings here. You can read details below if you choose.
1. Chick Approaches: 5 (An UG4, Heavy set 5, Blonde 7, Brunette 8, Brunette 8).
2. Ass Grab: 1 (Dirty blonde 6.5; I baited her into it).
3. Nipple Grabs: 2 (a nasty, hard flick by a brunette mid thirties 6 as well as a gentle pleasant nipple twist by her cuter blonde sister 7 or 8 for her age group or 7 overall).
4. Phone numbers: 1.
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Venue One: Solo Sarging At Hot Chicks Honky Tonk
I decide to ditch TR (formerly Hired Gun Heaven) for once, since I felt that the chicks weren't as hot as they could be, and also because since I get instant attraction/kino at that place, I have gotten sloppy and am not running solid/tight game. I figure I just show up, chicks come to me, I say or do anything I please and they're groping me. So, it's time to actually test myself and get back on track.
My main wing K is out of town, so I call up an older dude from the lair, J. He's a really cool guy who has some challenges due to his age. He gets there about twenty thirty minutes after I do, so to my great benefit, I am forced to work the room alone. I'm slightly nervous about showing up to the venue alone, but I figure the room is so gigantic, no one would ever know or care if I was there alone or not.
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SARGE ONE: WARM UP SET/ASS GRAB
I befriend another guy who appears to be alone and he becomes my wingman for a couple of warm up sets. The first is with a brunette 4, a brunette 7 Jewish girl and a brown haired 6.5 wasp. My interest level is pretty low in all three, but my wing is in conversation with the 4. I wing and talk to the 7. I ask the 7 some random questions about how she likes portland, where she's from, etc., blah blah blah. She looks bored.
I try to turn the tide with a cold read. She says that she's from NYC and I guess correctly that she is Jewish. I tell her that she looks mediterranean but that I guessed Jewish because she's a textbook editor. Her attention is now focused on me: she's staring straight at me, instead of off to the side.
The 6.5 approaches the 7 now and begins dancing with her. I get behind them and start grinding. A little too late as it turns out as the 6.5 squats down just as I get behind her. The 6.5 slaps her friend's ass hard.
me: "hey, why does she get her ass slapped?" I whine.
the wasp humors me and spanks my ass hard.
I tell her I want her to buy me a drink now that she's grabbed my junk.
her: "you want me to *double* your pleasure? You want me to grab you and buy you a drink?"
me: "I didn't feel anything through two layers of cotton clothing. hey, the last girl who grabbed my johnson bought me a drink, because she committed a criminal act."
her: "you call that your junk?"
me: "...yeah, my junk is in the back, you know, like junk in the trunk. My johnson is up front."
her: "you call it your johnson?"
me: "yea!"
her: "hey, I'm the one with the tits here," she says indignantly. "Plus, your ass is flat!"
me: (shocked): "what?"
her: She laughs. "your ass is flat!"
me: I recoil in shock. I feel self conscious. I realize immediately that my ass doesn't get grabbed or fondled that often, but that my johnson does. I guess I better get back in the gym to do some more squats. Either that, or get properly fitted jeans so I look like I have ghetto booty.
The 6.5 wants to go on the dance floor.
her: "you want to dance?" she asks me sheepishly.
me: "sure," I say enthusiastically.
I get out there with her, but she only dances meekly with her 7 friend for a minute or two, then says she has to leave.
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DANCE FLOOR: TWO CHICK APPROACHES
I keep dancing on the dance floor hanging out with my new wing. Soon, a blonde appears out of nowhere. Her eyes are wide, she has a big, open mouthed smile. She puts up her hand asking for a high five. I count this as a chick approach. I comply and high five her. She turns slightly as my wing starts to game her. She falls backward as she completes her mini turn, stumbles, and falls backwards. Amazingly, she doesn't fall on her back, but simply freezes mid fall, her body suspended parallel to the floor. She looks just like Keanu Reeves in the Matrix. It's an amazing sight, and to this day, I have no explanation how a chick who's totally plastered could have such amazing balance.
Some other chicks roll by, bumping and jostling me.
me: "say excuse me!"
The girl looks surprised/frightened and apologizes. Her heavy set short 5 friend gives me a big smile, reaches out and rests her wet, warm hand on my cheek. I lean away but she reaches out again and places her hand on my cheek again, even more firmly still.
I get out of there and head back upstairs....
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SARGE TWO: BLONDE 9 AND BRUNETTE 8
I'm back upstairs checking out the action downstairs. I start walking back down the stairs to see if my wing is still there. I look behind and there's a gorgeous blonde 9 staring hard at me: i.e., "eye fvcking" me. I stare for a second and keep walking. I look back a second time and she's still staring hard. AI. I turn around.
I start yelling at the two girls over the loud music.
me: "excuse me!"
the two girls turn around.
me: "did you give that guy outside a dollar (I'm referring to a homeless guy who was panhandling outside)?" I say, staring at the blonde, ignoring the brunette, making a critical mistake.
her: "nooo."
me: "I thought you did! I was about to say what a generous person you were."
her: she's laughing now.
me: "you have to give that guy credit. He was completely honest and said he wanted beer money. He coulda lied and said he was taking donations for habitat for humanity."
her: she's laughing out loud, even though I didn't think my joke was that funny.
me: "or, that he was taking donations for a good cause..."
her: she's laughing out loud still.
She begins to lean in and starts talking in my ear, reaching out to touch my arm as she speaks. The leaning in, laughing, and kino signals the hook point. The brunette instinctively recognizes she's at a point where she could be left all alone, friendless, and so she immediately asks her friend to go dancing. I'm out. I should've grabbed the blonde's arm and said to the brunette: "hey, I'm having a conversation with my new friend!" Better yet, I should've gamed both girls from the start, a la Mystery Method.
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Wing V calls and says that he'll be at another bar and that he'll be bringing the brazilian friends of his girlfriend. I head up there, expecting brazilian supermodels. I tell him to show up to give me some social proof. When I get there, one of the girls is a heavy set/unattractive 4, one is a married 6.5, and one is a pretty 7, but dark skinned and not quite my cup of tea. I was expecting super model 9's and 10's. Not even close. I lose interest immediately. I tell V about my last month and a half of chicks approaching and groping me. He has this odd theory that I don't want to get laid. I deny it vehemently. "Oh, ok," he says. "You're past that."
I hang out for half an hour, watch a near fight break out where an African American guy leans forward marching after a white guy who is walking backwards retreating. The lights come on and we all head out.
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CHICK APPROACH 3:
I'm walking back to my car, texting the guy whose place I'm going to crash at. I see a chick, a cute young brunette 8 seated on the ground outside a club as I walk by. She is staring at me. I stare back.
her: "hey, where are you going?" she asks, yelling.
me: "uuuh, I'm going to sleep," I spit out, stopping in mid stride. As usual, I'm totally dumbfounded by yet another chick approach. Each time, I feel like I've never been approached, even though it's happened more than forty times in the past four months alone.
her: "do you know of a good chinese restaurant around here?"
me: "is she trashed or what?" I neg her hard, assuming this is some racial taunt. I say this to the guy seated next to her.
her: "nooo, I want to know where a good chinese restaurant is."
me: "you must be totally wasted. How do you guys know each other?" I ask the guy and gal.
him: "we just had sex two minutes ago in the bathroom," he deadpans.
I can't tell if he's b.s.ing me or not but it sounds like he is.
him: "so what's a good vietnamese restaurant?" he says, shaking his head, looking at me and then the girl, mocking the girl. The guy and I understand the inside joke (she doesn't know what ethnicity I am).
I get bored, I keep calling the chick a drunk until the two get called inside by people who know them: "let's go back inside," some other guy tells the two and they leave.
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TBC...
