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Don't even want to make this thread long.
Long story short... pull up to the club like I always do... with the expectation of ending the night filled with grief, hangovers, poor health, depression and no poosey.
What I saw was like something written out of a dystopian erotica novel. Crazy stuff.
Wait in line... gender ratio is 60/40... maybe it's not gonna be that bad I thought to myself. It was bad. Here are some of my thoughts and observations in chronological order:
1) Before entering the club, the manlet bouncer demanded my ID and said that I looked 12, despite being twice as wide as him and being a good 3 inches taller.
2) Got into the club. Ordered 12 jagerbombs immediately. I knew it was going to be a tough night, so I didn't waste any time getting drunk.
3) Saw barely any couples. The social groups were unisex, and there were 0 interactions between strangers. People stuck to their groups, and that was it. Girls' ignored the presence of anyone they didn't know.
4) I dance for a bit on the floor. Nothing happens. Nothing to talk about, except this depressed fatso that was slumped in the corner. He was crying all over his ***** tits because he was effectively already 6ft under in the game of sexual selection.
5)Some milf complimented my hair so at least i had that.
Overall pretty rubbish night, got pressured into drinking vodka when i didnt want to, it ****s with my sleep and makes my blood pressure go through the roof. 99% of guys who go out do NOT get laid what so ever and even if they do its with slvts that are sub-5 and by the morning you regret it anyways.
Bar consisted of 85 / 15 ratio of guys to girls. Vast majority of guys were by themselves, a few consisted of guys and girls but could tell they were couples. Most girls were in their own groups in a circle not really interacting with guys.
The guys at the bar who were chads who were tanned, had tattoos, roided up with tight short-sleeved shirts. Literally this meme:
Long story short... pull up to the club like I always do... with the expectation of ending the night filled with grief, hangovers, poor health, depression and no poosey.
What I saw was like something written out of a dystopian erotica novel. Crazy stuff.
Wait in line... gender ratio is 60/40... maybe it's not gonna be that bad I thought to myself. It was bad. Here are some of my thoughts and observations in chronological order:
1) Before entering the club, the manlet bouncer demanded my ID and said that I looked 12, despite being twice as wide as him and being a good 3 inches taller.
2) Got into the club. Ordered 12 jagerbombs immediately. I knew it was going to be a tough night, so I didn't waste any time getting drunk.
3) Saw barely any couples. The social groups were unisex, and there were 0 interactions between strangers. People stuck to their groups, and that was it. Girls' ignored the presence of anyone they didn't know.
4) I dance for a bit on the floor. Nothing happens. Nothing to talk about, except this depressed fatso that was slumped in the corner. He was crying all over his ***** tits because he was effectively already 6ft under in the game of sexual selection.
5)Some milf complimented my hair so at least i had that.
Overall pretty rubbish night, got pressured into drinking vodka when i didnt want to, it ****s with my sleep and makes my blood pressure go through the roof. 99% of guys who go out do NOT get laid what so ever and even if they do its with slvts that are sub-5 and by the morning you regret it anyways.
Bar consisted of 85 / 15 ratio of guys to girls. Vast majority of guys were by themselves, a few consisted of guys and girls but could tell they were couples. Most girls were in their own groups in a circle not really interacting with guys.
The guys at the bar who were chads who were tanned, had tattoos, roided up with tight short-sleeved shirts. Literally this meme: