Alright, been a while. Yesterday I hit the club with a high school friend and two other guys I didn't know.
I went wearing this:
http://www.designbyhumans.com/shop/detail/4754?blank_ids=&category=1&color_category=2&sort=
white shorts and white sneakers with it
On the car ride there I was nervous as hell because the guys I didn't know in the back seat were acting all outgoing and **** the whole car ride. So, when we stopped at a liquor store I bought a bottle of E and J and chugged it down on the car ride to the club. We parked and stood outside the club for a while but it was too early so we went back to the car to wait. I drank another half a bottle of E&J, now I was silly and dizzy
Go into the club and scope it out. Can't hear **** as usually. Just like last time, the only thing that worked was grinding up on random chicks. Over the course of the night, I danced with about 6 or 7 chicks.
There was one hb9 blonde that everyone wanted I could tell. I eyeballed her for a while. She was in the front toward the stage.
Anyway, first I danced with a cute hb7. She danced with me longer than any of the girls. Here's how that went:
Me: come here dance (something like that)
HB7: I don't have any thighs
Me: I'm not shallow now dance (shouting in her ear as it was hard to hear anything)
She dances with me for a few songs, mostly grinding. she turned away like she was done but I pulled her toward me when she tried. We keep dancing and all of a sudden, SOME PRICK FROM THE SECOND FLOOR THREW A WHOLE CUP OF LIQUOR ON THE CROWD, HITTING ME IN THE BACK. I thought nothing of it because I wanted to stay positive (something that I am trying to do more of). I had been dancing with alot of chicks that night and I could tell some of the guys were getting jealous, as most of them stand and watch the whole time.
So after more dancing with HB7 her POS friend started ****blocking and tellign her they had to go.
Me: your cute let me get your number
HB7: I have to go. then she said something i couldn't make out
Then, she started to feel my pockets on my shorts, and right then I knew she wanted my phone. I pull it out and she programs herself into my phone. She and her friends leave.
So right then, I was a little more calm and less tense knowing I had got at least some success. It was close to closing, and I saw the hot blonde dancing with her friend. This chick was smoking hot with a body you would lick tequila off of. All the guys were standing around her to scared to dance. I say fuk it and start dancing with her. We dance for a couple songs and the lights go on (fukkkkkkk) and she says I think its over.
Me: Listen I've gotta go but can I get your number
HB9: I don't give out my number to people I don't know
Me: Alright have a nice night (i walk off)
So overall another bad outing, but for me at least, 1 number is something. I'm planning on shooting her this exact text tomorrow, which will follow the 2 day rule: Hey hb7 this is TIC from club vision, whtsup?
I wonder if a call would be better, but who knows
We are heading BACK to another club tomorrow, suppose to be a better one. Will update
Oh, and school starts tuesday. i have alot to work on socially this year, including with guys. I've noticed that I need to work on making friends, not just hit on girls. I need to network and become somewhat popular.