Windy City Chronicles
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Hey no problem JLay87. As of right now, this very moment, I am 22 yrs old but I have the lifestyle and mindset of a mature 19 year old I like to believe.
Anyways, hop off the L and I see this chick that catches my eye. Why the fvck not, right? She is walking with earphones on so I tap her on the shoulder, creepy weird dude style
Macallik: Hey I saw you and just wanted to say hello
Hakeena: *Removes earphones* Uh hi *scoffs and puts earphones back on*
Macallik: Wow that is all the time I get? How am I gonna work my magic.
Hakeena: I'm just not interested today.
Macallik: Ouch rejected.
Hakeena: yeah but you'll get over it
Macallik: I'm supposed to just get over it coz I am a black guy huh. Well you don't know the plight of the black man. Wearing doo rags at night to make our hair wavvy in the day time, getting rejected constantly, it is hard work.
Hakeena is kinda smiling while she takes off her earphones here
Macallik: Oh yay, does this mean I get a chance to lay some of my mack down?
Hakeena: *Smiling* Actually I was readjusting my earphones to hear the music better
Macallik: Aahhhh, give me false hope and then take it away why dontcha. I swear I am gonna cry myself to sleep when I get home
Hakeena: Ha, how old are you?
Macallik: 22
Hakeena: No. See I am 25
Macallik: Oh thats cool, I got a 27 and a 31 year old so I can add you to the mix no problem
Hakeena: *Shocked laugh* No no no. I don't want to be part of 'the mix'
Macallik: Yea, everyone wants to be part of the mix. Ever since Usher released that movie up in the mix
I get caught up in talking to her and don't notice the light turn green for pedestrians.
Hakeena: Umm this is the part where we cross the street
Macallik: Sorry, got distracted
Macallik: So where ya headed? Going to work?
Hakeena: No Im actually going home
Macallik: Oh really? Me too, you live in this area... Sounds like a siiiiiiign
Hakeena: haha no not really.
I start walking my regular route but she breaks off to the direction she lives
Macallik: What a coincidence, I.. er... live this way too
Hakeena: Hahaha no you don't I just saw you going the other way
Macallik: Haha alright well let me walk you to your house
Hakeena: Okay but my neighborhood is pretty rough
Macallik: Oh that's cool, I'll walk you to your house. If anyone comes and starts to mess with us, don't worry because I run real real fast
Hakeena: hahahaha
Stuff I can't remember, a lil rapport but mostly banter by me
Hakeena: See I should have went with my first instinct and let you keep walking
Macallik: A-HA! So you admit you had a second instinct by my deductive reasoning
Hakeena: hahaha no I had one first and only instinct
Macallik: hahah whateeeeeever
Hakeena: You know you should go with a girl closer to your age. You don't know me, I could be crazy. Here comes a cute girl now
Macallik: Nah thats cool. Plus, you know what they say, a girl you are talking to is worth two in the bush
Hakeena: Well I could be crazy
Macallik: Well now I definitely gotta walk you to your house.
Hakeena: Why
Macallik: well if it turns out there is an APB for a person that escaped the mental asylum, I can be like, "Oh yea, Hakeena is this way. I walked her to her house so I can tell you exactly where she lives"
Hakeena: haha Oh my gosh
I don't wanna walk her right to her doorstep so I tell her let me know when we get about a block to her house and I'll leave her from there.
Macallik: Aite, wats ya phone number
Hakeena: Ummm don't you want my facebook?
Macallik: Nah, I'd prefer your phone number
Hakeena: Oh you'd PREFER my phone number huh?
Macallik: haha yup.
Hakeena: OK it is 773...
Macallik: Hey here, type it in. Equal rights so I am giving you the opportunity and all that rah rah.
*types in # and we part ways*
Of course she typed in the wrong F'ing number. She typed an extra number so I spent the last half hour trying to deduce which number she didnt mean to type. Called a couple incorrect numbers, one weird number that rang once and started beeping and a fricking pager number before I got Hakeena's voicemail.
Fair amount of resistance on this girlie. I am getting to the point where I can push through all of that and get the digits at the end but I am questioning whether it is worth it or whether they just flake at a later date...? For Shakeena, she kept saying no, but she was laughing and smiling too much for me to not push for the close. She is working on her Masters and so I doubt she got tons of time to bullsh!t so I attributed some of her antisocial comments to that, the rest just to insecurity.
As for me, I felt like my last couple approaches were lacking a bit of personality and ****iness (which would explain the flaking) so I made sure to show it, but once I get on a roll, sometimes I go OD with it.
Anyways, hop off the L and I see this chick that catches my eye. Why the fvck not, right? She is walking with earphones on so I tap her on the shoulder, creepy weird dude style
Macallik: Hey I saw you and just wanted to say hello
Hakeena: *Removes earphones* Uh hi *scoffs and puts earphones back on*
Macallik: Wow that is all the time I get? How am I gonna work my magic.
Hakeena: I'm just not interested today.
Macallik: Ouch rejected.
Hakeena: yeah but you'll get over it
Macallik: I'm supposed to just get over it coz I am a black guy huh. Well you don't know the plight of the black man. Wearing doo rags at night to make our hair wavvy in the day time, getting rejected constantly, it is hard work.
Hakeena is kinda smiling while she takes off her earphones here
Macallik: Oh yay, does this mean I get a chance to lay some of my mack down?
Hakeena: *Smiling* Actually I was readjusting my earphones to hear the music better
Macallik: Aahhhh, give me false hope and then take it away why dontcha. I swear I am gonna cry myself to sleep when I get home
Hakeena: Ha, how old are you?
Macallik: 22
Hakeena: No. See I am 25
Macallik: Oh thats cool, I got a 27 and a 31 year old so I can add you to the mix no problem
Hakeena: *Shocked laugh* No no no. I don't want to be part of 'the mix'
Macallik: Yea, everyone wants to be part of the mix. Ever since Usher released that movie up in the mix
I get caught up in talking to her and don't notice the light turn green for pedestrians.
Hakeena: Umm this is the part where we cross the street
Macallik: Sorry, got distracted
Macallik: So where ya headed? Going to work?
Hakeena: No Im actually going home
Macallik: Oh really? Me too, you live in this area... Sounds like a siiiiiiign
Hakeena: haha no not really.
I start walking my regular route but she breaks off to the direction she lives
Macallik: What a coincidence, I.. er... live this way too
Hakeena: Hahaha no you don't I just saw you going the other way
Macallik: Haha alright well let me walk you to your house
Hakeena: Okay but my neighborhood is pretty rough
Macallik: Oh that's cool, I'll walk you to your house. If anyone comes and starts to mess with us, don't worry because I run real real fast
Hakeena: hahahaha
Stuff I can't remember, a lil rapport but mostly banter by me
Hakeena: See I should have went with my first instinct and let you keep walking
Macallik: A-HA! So you admit you had a second instinct by my deductive reasoning
Hakeena: hahaha no I had one first and only instinct
Macallik: hahah whateeeeeever
Hakeena: You know you should go with a girl closer to your age. You don't know me, I could be crazy. Here comes a cute girl now
Macallik: Nah thats cool. Plus, you know what they say, a girl you are talking to is worth two in the bush
Hakeena: Well I could be crazy
Macallik: Well now I definitely gotta walk you to your house.
Hakeena: Why
Macallik: well if it turns out there is an APB for a person that escaped the mental asylum, I can be like, "Oh yea, Hakeena is this way. I walked her to her house so I can tell you exactly where she lives"
Hakeena: haha Oh my gosh
I don't wanna walk her right to her doorstep so I tell her let me know when we get about a block to her house and I'll leave her from there.
Macallik: Aite, wats ya phone number
Hakeena: Ummm don't you want my facebook?
Macallik: Nah, I'd prefer your phone number
Hakeena: Oh you'd PREFER my phone number huh?
Macallik: haha yup.
Hakeena: OK it is 773...
Macallik: Hey here, type it in. Equal rights so I am giving you the opportunity and all that rah rah.
*types in # and we part ways*
Of course she typed in the wrong F'ing number. She typed an extra number so I spent the last half hour trying to deduce which number she didnt mean to type. Called a couple incorrect numbers, one weird number that rang once and started beeping and a fricking pager number before I got Hakeena's voicemail.
Fair amount of resistance on this girlie. I am getting to the point where I can push through all of that and get the digits at the end but I am questioning whether it is worth it or whether they just flake at a later date...? For Shakeena, she kept saying no, but she was laughing and smiling too much for me to not push for the close. She is working on her Masters and so I doubt she got tons of time to bullsh!t so I attributed some of her antisocial comments to that, the rest just to insecurity.
As for me, I felt like my last couple approaches were lacking a bit of personality and ****iness (which would explain the flaking) so I made sure to show it, but once I get on a roll, sometimes I go OD with it.
justinsane
Don Juan
It is effin cold here in Chicago. Too cold. You just took a chance to go up to this girl and be like what up and stuff? Smooth move. Too bad it didn't go as planned though. Btw, I couldn't tell from the post if you were working or just using your savings while settling in this beautiful corrupt city. It's hard getting a job right now. Real hard. Keep posting.macallik said:
Hey justinsane, right now I am still living off savings but they are about to run out so I need to start working ASAP. Holla at me if you know any temping agencies or steps to take to improve the job hunt.
Oh and you're effin right about it being cold man, I haven't left the house other than to shovel snow for two days now. I've been alternating between reading books, surfing the internet for big black booties or firing up the Fifa 2010: maneuvering Hull City to a fifth place finish in the Premier League on World Class mode... aka I am a beast on the sticks, bka holla at me if you want me get all up in that ass online (no homo)
Update on Hakeena. She is a no-go fellas. Called twice and texted once and no responses. Then she called me back to say how sweet it was but that she wasn't interested. We talked for five minutes and then I ended the convo.
I still think I have a shot, maybe that is me being optimistic - thank you Tony Robbins - but regardless, I am hanging up the towel on this one. I honestly see something admirable in unwavering persistence such as tv personality Roger from 'Sister Sister' but I just don't feel liked doing it 24/7.
She seemed like someone I could get along with based on her lifestyle but that chapter has reached it conclusion. I had a feeling it was going to be an uphill battle reminiscing on the approach but irrespective of that, it still feels nice to get dust off the C&F without copious amounts of liquor in my system.
Next time I need to fine tune it a little more and work towards more of a goal. First off, some stuff just wasn't funny. Secondively and more importantly, I need to know who I'm talking to. In this past situation, the chick is pursuing a Masters in English and works full time, I don't really need to be over the top and in your face with the humor: instead I'll gear my game towards rapport and commonalities. The C&F would've worked better with a club chick or someone who wouldn't appreciate stimulating conversation as much.
Can't complain though, another much needed reminder for my game doled out by these Chicagonian (sp?) women. I will be reaping the benefits in no time at all. So watch out loose women of Chicago, once I get a full head of steam it is on like Donkey Kong.
Oh and you're effin right about it being cold man, I haven't left the house other than to shovel snow for two days now. I've been alternating between reading books, surfing the internet for big black booties or firing up the Fifa 2010: maneuvering Hull City to a fifth place finish in the Premier League on World Class mode... aka I am a beast on the sticks, bka holla at me if you want me get all up in that ass online (no homo)
Update on Hakeena. She is a no-go fellas. Called twice and texted once and no responses. Then she called me back to say how sweet it was but that she wasn't interested. We talked for five minutes and then I ended the convo.
I still think I have a shot, maybe that is me being optimistic - thank you Tony Robbins - but regardless, I am hanging up the towel on this one. I honestly see something admirable in unwavering persistence such as tv personality Roger from 'Sister Sister' but I just don't feel liked doing it 24/7.
She seemed like someone I could get along with based on her lifestyle but that chapter has reached it conclusion. I had a feeling it was going to be an uphill battle reminiscing on the approach but irrespective of that, it still feels nice to get dust off the C&F without copious amounts of liquor in my system.
Next time I need to fine tune it a little more and work towards more of a goal. First off, some stuff just wasn't funny. Secondively and more importantly, I need to know who I'm talking to. In this past situation, the chick is pursuing a Masters in English and works full time, I don't really need to be over the top and in your face with the humor: instead I'll gear my game towards rapport and commonalities. The C&F would've worked better with a club chick or someone who wouldn't appreciate stimulating conversation as much.
Can't complain though, another much needed reminder for my game doled out by these Chicagonian (sp?) women. I will be reaping the benefits in no time at all. So watch out loose women of Chicago, once I get a full head of steam it is on like Donkey Kong.
Hey all. Hope you have a great next 365 days and alla that good sh!t. As for my New Years, I brought in 2010 alternating between Season 5 of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia (Flip-Flip-Flip-Adelphia!!!) and Metal Gear Solid 3. I dusted off the game and fired it up after getting stuck on a boss a year and a half and started playing it again. Great F'ing game!
I made the decision to stay in this New Year because I wasn't gonna spend upwards of $100 to party with a bunch of strangers when I can do that for much cheaper any other day of the year. It just wouldn't be the same without my best friends.
With the New Year comes resolutions, but I don't have any really. Just to keep learning and improving. I got my first # of the New Year last night. At this rate I am gonna get 365 numbers this year! Ok that is highly improbable but hey it's still a possibility, kinda like the Knicks having playoff expectations in the beginning of a season.
So let me paint the picture for you out there in internet land. I was on the L with a 40 oz inbetween my feet, a blue and white striped button up and a gray scarf. A lady gets on and sits across from me. I glance in her direction after five minutes or so and she is looking at me. I smile and look away.
Yup. I could just tell she was begging for an approach, especially with her body language because she was sitting awkwardly with her body facing me instead of looking ahead in the general seating direction. Indicator of Interest 101 fam!
In retrospect, not cute at all really but I am in a funk and it never hurts to practice. I turn my head to look up and after literally a second she is looking at me again. After our eyes are locked, I look at her, down to my phone and then back at her. Then I pointed the phone in her direction with some faux-typing... Aka give me your phone number
Chick: haha thats cute
Macallik: I know, I have that effect on the ladies
Chick: Alright let me have your phone.
Macallik: nah come sit over here.
Chick: Ok
*chick moves, sits in front of me and turns around and gets my phone 2 put her number in*
Silvia: blah blah bla You are cute
Macallik: Yea I know but it never hurts to hear it out loud
Silvia: *giggles* Yea I'm the same way
Macallik: Haha mmmm *In my head I am wondering if she is trying to tell me that once someone called her cute or whether she meant she solely hears it in her head*
Macallik: So how was New Years? Any resolutions?
Silvia: I worked through New Years. I guess I do want to work on my anger issues because I have an anger but I stayed out of trouble all last year and didn't get into any fights or anything.
Macallik: OH cool, you stayed out of prison and fighting for a whole year. Good for you!
Anyways my stop comes and as I am getting ready to go
Silvia: Whats your number
Macallik: huh? I got your number Imma give you a call
Siliva: Ok but can I get your number just in case?
Macallik: Haha look imma call you alright.
Silvia: OK... Don't forget
Macallik: Ok gotta go ttyl
Wow. Talk about desperate. Reminds me of that scene from "He's Just Not That Into You" with the desperate chick who stalked E from Entourage. Really is a turnoff. Might holler at her but if I do, I am going straight to tryina fvck this broad.
As for the club, it was not great. One somewhat decent convo with a chick, went for digits with another chick I was grinding on and she took my number instead. Grinded on a couple chicks but that is about the long and short of the whole night.
Actually now that I think about it, a New Years resolution is to start going after quality women more instead of chicks that show interest. I am still gonna capitalize on chicks that are interested but I need to start going after more chicks that interest me as well.
I made the decision to stay in this New Year because I wasn't gonna spend upwards of $100 to party with a bunch of strangers when I can do that for much cheaper any other day of the year. It just wouldn't be the same without my best friends.
With the New Year comes resolutions, but I don't have any really. Just to keep learning and improving. I got my first # of the New Year last night. At this rate I am gonna get 365 numbers this year! Ok that is highly improbable but hey it's still a possibility, kinda like the Knicks having playoff expectations in the beginning of a season.
So let me paint the picture for you out there in internet land. I was on the L with a 40 oz inbetween my feet, a blue and white striped button up and a gray scarf. A lady gets on and sits across from me. I glance in her direction after five minutes or so and she is looking at me. I smile and look away.
Yup. I could just tell she was begging for an approach, especially with her body language because she was sitting awkwardly with her body facing me instead of looking ahead in the general seating direction. Indicator of Interest 101 fam!
In retrospect, not cute at all really but I am in a funk and it never hurts to practice. I turn my head to look up and after literally a second she is looking at me again. After our eyes are locked, I look at her, down to my phone and then back at her. Then I pointed the phone in her direction with some faux-typing... Aka give me your phone number
Chick: haha thats cute
Macallik: I know, I have that effect on the ladies
Chick: Alright let me have your phone.
Macallik: nah come sit over here.
Chick: Ok
*chick moves, sits in front of me and turns around and gets my phone 2 put her number in*
Silvia: blah blah bla You are cute
Macallik: Yea I know but it never hurts to hear it out loud
Silvia: *giggles* Yea I'm the same way
Macallik: Haha mmmm *In my head I am wondering if she is trying to tell me that once someone called her cute or whether she meant she solely hears it in her head*
Macallik: So how was New Years? Any resolutions?
Silvia: I worked through New Years. I guess I do want to work on my anger issues because I have an anger but I stayed out of trouble all last year and didn't get into any fights or anything.
Macallik: OH cool, you stayed out of prison and fighting for a whole year. Good for you!
Anyways my stop comes and as I am getting ready to go
Silvia: Whats your number
Macallik: huh? I got your number Imma give you a call
Siliva: Ok but can I get your number just in case?
Macallik: Haha look imma call you alright.
Silvia: OK... Don't forget
Macallik: Ok gotta go ttyl
Wow. Talk about desperate. Reminds me of that scene from "He's Just Not That Into You" with the desperate chick who stalked E from Entourage. Really is a turnoff. Might holler at her but if I do, I am going straight to tryina fvck this broad.
As for the club, it was not great. One somewhat decent convo with a chick, went for digits with another chick I was grinding on and she took my number instead. Grinded on a couple chicks but that is about the long and short of the whole night.
Actually now that I think about it, a New Years resolution is to start going after quality women more instead of chicks that show interest. I am still gonna capitalize on chicks that are interested but I need to start going after more chicks that interest me as well.
iqqi
Master Don Juan
If you want a female wing, him me up, OP. I dig your journal. Any pics, yet?
And the iq is in Chicago, has been and will be, for the next few months.
And the iq is in Chicago, has been and will be, for the next few months.
Thanks iqqi. As for the female wing, the mac is gonna to have to decline the offer. I'm not great with 'females as friends' and my better judgment tells me that:
a) You are cute and I will try relentlessly to get with you. I will stop trying to get with new girls at the club because I want them and start trying to get with them to make you jealous. Undoubtedly this will not work and then I end up adding you to the list of women I text drunkenly after drinking to the point that I can say what I REALLY feel and then blame it on the alcohol when things get awkward the next day.
b) I work my boyish charm and lure you in with my youthful innocence and whatever other age-related personality traits you can think of. We hit it off and end up in an amazing relationship and then we break up when, invariably, because you are older, you feel your biological clock ticking and have to make the decision of living happily with me or starting the family you always wanted. After lots of tears and heartache (and listening to Sade love songs) we eventually completely break things off.
..and then you flame the sh!t out of me on SS.
Or...
c) You are unattractive to the point that I don't want to be seen in public with you.
Back to the journal. Still haven't got my social life resuscitated after moving to Chicago so it is just clubbing tales for now. I am working on things to do during the day though.
Midweek in the beginning of January, I had a meetup set up with Vida at a club after I texted her and convinced her to come out. I get my SSS on (Shower/Sh!t/Shave) and jump on the L to the club. I arrive early to the club only for it to be closed. Since Vida is still driving there, I call her and let her know, at which point she proceeds to turn around and HEAD HOME?!?! Burn!
Interest is ridiculously low if the lack of alcohol and other males makes her turn around and head home instead of even attempting to hang with me. To the bottom of the pile she goes.
Onto the weekend. On the radio they always advertise a night at Green Dolphin with the The Hot Boyz DJing. 92.3 and 102.7 have some of the best DJs and mixes in the country so I figured it should be at capacity and head to the club... Well at least I set out with the intention of heading to the club. I actually ended up getting lost, paid a bum for directions and started in the right directions, only to see sooo many broads outside Club Soiree that I changed my itinerary.
Inside, the club was busting at the seams with party goers to the point where every time security walked around to keep things secure, all the patrons in the club felt the effects of the crowd parting and maneuvering around the big behemoths. The swag wasn't in full effect so that night nothing not much to report on. I did allign to the 'When in Rome...' mindset and dusted off the stereotypical black guy's "grab a girl's arm as she goes by" method a couple times with mixed results. Grinded on a couple girls here and there, you know the scenario. The only memorable thing of the night was when a girl came up to me as I am leaning against the 2nd bar that is dormant that night.
Girl: They closed the back bar?
Macallik: The back bar was never open...
Macallik: *chuckles* I don't bite you know. If you want to get to know me, you can just come up and say hello instead of asking random questions
Girl: *rolls eyes and walks away*
Lol. Oh well, they can't all be on that southern playalistic sh!t.
The last couple days, I've been doing a lil reading of older threads by SoSuave greats and I think I understand why I am having a hard time with day 2s. It is painstakingly obvious looking back and I don't know why I missed it and I wish someone would have told me about it.
There is pretty much NO rapport in most of my closes. And no rapport = higher flake rate.
My lack of rapport recently I could attribute to never seeing any other black guys getting rapport but I guess it is a necessity with the chicks for me until I finally start selling drugs to build my street cred or get plastic surgery to look like Morris Chestnut. I'll tweak things a bit and let yall know.
a) You are cute and I will try relentlessly to get with you. I will stop trying to get with new girls at the club because I want them and start trying to get with them to make you jealous. Undoubtedly this will not work and then I end up adding you to the list of women I text drunkenly after drinking to the point that I can say what I REALLY feel and then blame it on the alcohol when things get awkward the next day.
b) I work my boyish charm and lure you in with my youthful innocence and whatever other age-related personality traits you can think of. We hit it off and end up in an amazing relationship and then we break up when, invariably, because you are older, you feel your biological clock ticking and have to make the decision of living happily with me or starting the family you always wanted. After lots of tears and heartache (and listening to Sade love songs) we eventually completely break things off.
..and then you flame the sh!t out of me on SS.
Or...
c) You are unattractive to the point that I don't want to be seen in public with you.
Back to the journal. Still haven't got my social life resuscitated after moving to Chicago so it is just clubbing tales for now. I am working on things to do during the day though.
Midweek in the beginning of January, I had a meetup set up with Vida at a club after I texted her and convinced her to come out. I get my SSS on (Shower/Sh!t/Shave) and jump on the L to the club. I arrive early to the club only for it to be closed. Since Vida is still driving there, I call her and let her know, at which point she proceeds to turn around and HEAD HOME?!?! Burn!
Interest is ridiculously low if the lack of alcohol and other males makes her turn around and head home instead of even attempting to hang with me. To the bottom of the pile she goes.
Onto the weekend. On the radio they always advertise a night at Green Dolphin with the The Hot Boyz DJing. 92.3 and 102.7 have some of the best DJs and mixes in the country so I figured it should be at capacity and head to the club... Well at least I set out with the intention of heading to the club. I actually ended up getting lost, paid a bum for directions and started in the right directions, only to see sooo many broads outside Club Soiree that I changed my itinerary.
Inside, the club was busting at the seams with party goers to the point where every time security walked around to keep things secure, all the patrons in the club felt the effects of the crowd parting and maneuvering around the big behemoths. The swag wasn't in full effect so that night nothing not much to report on. I did allign to the 'When in Rome...' mindset and dusted off the stereotypical black guy's "grab a girl's arm as she goes by" method a couple times with mixed results. Grinded on a couple girls here and there, you know the scenario. The only memorable thing of the night was when a girl came up to me as I am leaning against the 2nd bar that is dormant that night.
Girl: They closed the back bar?
Macallik: The back bar was never open...
Macallik: *chuckles* I don't bite you know. If you want to get to know me, you can just come up and say hello instead of asking random questions
Girl: *rolls eyes and walks away*
Lol. Oh well, they can't all be on that southern playalistic sh!t.
The last couple days, I've been doing a lil reading of older threads by SoSuave greats and I think I understand why I am having a hard time with day 2s. It is painstakingly obvious looking back and I don't know why I missed it and I wish someone would have told me about it.
There is pretty much NO rapport in most of my closes. And no rapport = higher flake rate.
My lack of rapport recently I could attribute to never seeing any other black guys getting rapport but I guess it is a necessity with the chicks for me until I finally start selling drugs to build my street cred or get plastic surgery to look like Morris Chestnut. I'll tweak things a bit and let yall know.
Don't throw away such a great opportunity! Having an attractive female (and she is) wing you that knows the ins and outs of game is like being in god mode. An educated female wing has all the benefits of a male plus massive social value. Control yourself.macallik said:
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The wonders of the world we live in will leave you dumbfounded. Life truly is unpredicatble. It's a crazy world we live in people. At the same time it can be crazy in a beautiful way. How does one keep their guard up and at the same time revel in the glorious-ness? I'm rambling but whatever, onto the night's events.
Okay, so I am on the L to the club. 40 in hand, scarf to protect my neck a la WuTang and some dress shoes on. Not suited up like Barney, but dressed well for South Side Chicago. Out of my peripheral vision, I see this cat coming from behind me, only to walk about two steps in front of me, looks me up and down and then sit down riiiiight behind me. Oh... did I mention the nigga has a ski mask on? Fvvvvvvvvvvck...
Alright, so anyone with common sense knows the nigga in the ski mask just sized me the fvck up. He starts talking to me, asking me where I am headed and random stuff. I just shoot the sh!t, talk about tryina fvckin b!tches, stuff every nigga can relate to. Wasn't a bad conversation, and then after a little lull:
Stick up kid: Aye listen here man
Macallik: *leans in*
Stick up kid: *Whispers* Don't make a mutherfvcking movement
Macallik:*plays dumb* Huh...
Stick up kid: *some sh!t I can't remember*
and then the nigga proceeds to sit right next to me. I'm blocked the fvck in. Fvcccck.
Some other nigga he knows gets on the train. They starting whispering to each other and I know sh!t is going down. Fvck. All I can think of is make eye contact with the new dude with a smile, I know its going down but I can't be scared.
Stick up kid: You see this sh!t (motions to something under his jacket)
Stick up kid: Give me all you got, starting wit your fvcking earrings.
Macallik: Fvck son. You want my fake earrings? It's goin down like that huh
Stick up kid: Yea
Macallik: Aite, fvck it. It is what it is man. Fvck you want my wallet too?
Stick up kid: Yea run that sh!t too
Macallik: Damn son
*Macallik takes earrings out and hands them over, then whips out wallet*
Stick up kid: Where the money
Macallik: Man i told you, I just heading to the club tryina get some pvssy. I aint tryina buy a b!tch sh!t so I just go to the ATM b4 the club
Stick up kid: Alright we finna stop at an ATM and you gonna take out some money
Macallik: Nah nigga I aint doin that sh!t. I get to the ATM and you finna merk my ass, fvck that sh!t.
Stick up kid: *doesnt attempt to go in the wallet so I put it back in my pocket*
Here's where it all gets hazy, for the life of me, I don't know what the fvck happened but something flipped or switched off or whatever:
Stick up kid: Ayo man, here's your earrings back
Macallik: Thanks man... errr oh sh!t this my stop playboy
Stick up kid: Oh why aint you say so man? *scoots out the way*
Macallik: *grabs 40oz and bolts off the train*
I dash off the train and the doors but the doors are still open when I hear someone yell STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!
Fvck!
I turn and its the muthafvcking police. They see me there with a 40oz and I am the bad guy instantly. They start questioning me. I am definitely cutting back on the night time partying in Chicago after this turn of events.
...But not starting tonight
I explain the situation and they force me to throw away my 40 oz and I have a little banter with them before I thank them for being great police officers and I am on the next train. The interaction with the po po took place in the span of about 5 minutes. Gotta love it. I don't know if it was my cheap ass earrings that were the turning point or perhaps my newfound respect for rapport and attemtping to get some with the stick up dude that saved me from getting robbed. I'll never know but I will assume the second option.
So I shake that sh!t out of my system and focus on having a good night. I get to the club but I wasn't ready to hunt like I wanted to. I was getting some eye contact with a girl who was there with her unattractive friend but I never worked up the balls to go in on her when I should have. I went in later on in the night with some weak conversation and left her after a silent part of the conversation.
Eventually I start getting it in with the grinding as the night progresses. Some girl comes up and gives me a big heroes welcome and then asks if I remember her from Zentra. Uhhhhh no but I will grind your ass.
After some grinding a couple chicks, I get bored and decide to switch it up and post up at the bar. There is a girl I see that looks cute on the bar across from me. I am checking her out obviously and heavy with the eye contact and she points at me to her friend and laughs. I have danced with a handful of girls so my swag is OD at this point and i am automatically thinking the best even though pointing and laughing never seems like a good sign most times. I laugh knowingly to myself but outwardly so she can see it before turning away from her, then I turn once more to give her another look stare before going back to check out the dancefloor.
With impeccable timing, this other chick I grinded on earlier in the night decides now is the opportune time to hop on my sh!t and starts going bonkers. She has been going from guy to guy in the club, it is her 26th birthday or some sh!t so I don't really see any potential in her. I grind for 15 seconds and then stop mid dance. While she is still grinding, I swivel my upper body and gaze into the eyes of the chick at the bar. If this was basketball, this would be were I call bank on my shot going in.
Eventually the birthday girl goes onto her next male victim and the bar girl strides in my direction. I almost expect her to walk right past me but I know she diggin me in the back of my mind so lord knows what she gonna do. She ends up stopping right in front of me and then starts grinding on me. Her friend comes over to get a birds-eye view and watch her go berserk on the dancefloor against me. Before she has been dancing with me for 5 seconds, I grab her by the stomach and tell her: "Stop, I don't want to dance, I want to talk."
She says she wants to dance and starts going crazy again. I stand there like a board and make eye contact with her friend and roll my eyes and smile. She laughs and the bar chick sees me and her friend communicating and stops dancing.
I talk and get basic rapport. Nothing spectacular. She finds out I am 23 and starts signing and mouthing it out to her girlfriend in disappointment because she is 30. I turned around and helped her tell her friend my age because I didn't really care. I told her not to worry, I got a 31 year old in rotation. I don't know why i keep saying that though because it is crude and really for the life of me can't spin any of the older chicks I got digits from currently. The mouth is mightier than the brain after liquor is involved.
She asked me if I am rolling solo. I tell her yes, I actually come to the club to meet women. I somehow managed to successfully segue this to showing her all the numbers I have gotten in my phone in Chicago thus far under the pretense of how my clubbing solo has gone so far and how low quality the women i meet in Chicago are because things always end up going south. Again, kinda crude and too direct for my liking but it worked. She then started qualifying herself about how she doesn't have kids, is pursuing a degree, etc etc.
Her crew is getting ready to leave or whatever and she goes
Lindsey: Hey I see you have a blackberry. Let me give you my pin number
Macallik: How about I get your phone number instead?
*#closes*
I stay around a bit and then relocate and her crew leaves shortly thereafter.
I post up in the next spot, watchin the girlies and this cute white girl with a skinny frame and some great tits comes up and asks me would I like to dance. I am an ass man but a skinny girl with big tits kinda takes you aback. I say sure, but I am tired of dancing so my d!ck isn't even getting hard and after a while I just stop dancing and tell her I am all danced out for the night.
She lingers around so we get to talking. She is 19 and shouldn't even be in the club, lol. Whatever, I grab some digits and tell her I still don't feel like dancing. She hangs around a little longer before some next dude grabs her. Then she grinds with a buncha dudes for the rest of the night. Feel a little pinge of jealousy coz I could be trying to get on that but I lost the motivation to dance. Should have talked more, but the swag got the best of me yet again. I was in the zone and ready to write off targets too easily yet again
So yup another night in the books. Two digits and one mugger with a conscience. The first number seems like potential quality and the second number seems like potential pvssy if she remembers who I am when I call and one of the many dudes she danced with doesnt take her interest away. I am definitely gonna be toning down the night scene after the (near) mugging. I am spending enough money on drinks and cover, I don't need to get robbed trying to spend the money. Plus I am getting tired of the dancing with chicks aspect of the club.
Okay, so I am on the L to the club. 40 in hand, scarf to protect my neck a la WuTang and some dress shoes on. Not suited up like Barney, but dressed well for South Side Chicago. Out of my peripheral vision, I see this cat coming from behind me, only to walk about two steps in front of me, looks me up and down and then sit down riiiiight behind me. Oh... did I mention the nigga has a ski mask on? Fvvvvvvvvvvck...
Alright, so anyone with common sense knows the nigga in the ski mask just sized me the fvck up. He starts talking to me, asking me where I am headed and random stuff. I just shoot the sh!t, talk about tryina fvckin b!tches, stuff every nigga can relate to. Wasn't a bad conversation, and then after a little lull:
Stick up kid: Aye listen here man
Macallik: *leans in*
Stick up kid: *Whispers* Don't make a mutherfvcking movement
Macallik:*plays dumb* Huh...
Stick up kid: *some sh!t I can't remember*
and then the nigga proceeds to sit right next to me. I'm blocked the fvck in. Fvcccck.
Some other nigga he knows gets on the train. They starting whispering to each other and I know sh!t is going down. Fvck. All I can think of is make eye contact with the new dude with a smile, I know its going down but I can't be scared.
Stick up kid: You see this sh!t (motions to something under his jacket)
Stick up kid: Give me all you got, starting wit your fvcking earrings.
Macallik: Fvck son. You want my fake earrings? It's goin down like that huh
Stick up kid: Yea
Macallik: Aite, fvck it. It is what it is man. Fvck you want my wallet too?
Stick up kid: Yea run that sh!t too
Macallik: Damn son
*Macallik takes earrings out and hands them over, then whips out wallet*
Stick up kid: Where the money
Macallik: Man i told you, I just heading to the club tryina get some pvssy. I aint tryina buy a b!tch sh!t so I just go to the ATM b4 the club
Stick up kid: Alright we finna stop at an ATM and you gonna take out some money
Macallik: Nah nigga I aint doin that sh!t. I get to the ATM and you finna merk my ass, fvck that sh!t.
Stick up kid: *doesnt attempt to go in the wallet so I put it back in my pocket*
Here's where it all gets hazy, for the life of me, I don't know what the fvck happened but something flipped or switched off or whatever:
Stick up kid: Ayo man, here's your earrings back
Macallik: Thanks man... errr oh sh!t this my stop playboy
Stick up kid: Oh why aint you say so man? *scoots out the way*
Macallik: *grabs 40oz and bolts off the train*
I dash off the train and the doors but the doors are still open when I hear someone yell STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!
Fvck!
I turn and its the muthafvcking police. They see me there with a 40oz and I am the bad guy instantly. They start questioning me. I am definitely cutting back on the night time partying in Chicago after this turn of events.
...But not starting tonight
I explain the situation and they force me to throw away my 40 oz and I have a little banter with them before I thank them for being great police officers and I am on the next train. The interaction with the po po took place in the span of about 5 minutes. Gotta love it. I don't know if it was my cheap ass earrings that were the turning point or perhaps my newfound respect for rapport and attemtping to get some with the stick up dude that saved me from getting robbed. I'll never know but I will assume the second option.
So I shake that sh!t out of my system and focus on having a good night. I get to the club but I wasn't ready to hunt like I wanted to. I was getting some eye contact with a girl who was there with her unattractive friend but I never worked up the balls to go in on her when I should have. I went in later on in the night with some weak conversation and left her after a silent part of the conversation.
Eventually I start getting it in with the grinding as the night progresses. Some girl comes up and gives me a big heroes welcome and then asks if I remember her from Zentra. Uhhhhh no but I will grind your ass.
After some grinding a couple chicks, I get bored and decide to switch it up and post up at the bar. There is a girl I see that looks cute on the bar across from me. I am checking her out obviously and heavy with the eye contact and she points at me to her friend and laughs. I have danced with a handful of girls so my swag is OD at this point and i am automatically thinking the best even though pointing and laughing never seems like a good sign most times. I laugh knowingly to myself but outwardly so she can see it before turning away from her, then I turn once more to give her another look stare before going back to check out the dancefloor.
With impeccable timing, this other chick I grinded on earlier in the night decides now is the opportune time to hop on my sh!t and starts going bonkers. She has been going from guy to guy in the club, it is her 26th birthday or some sh!t so I don't really see any potential in her. I grind for 15 seconds and then stop mid dance. While she is still grinding, I swivel my upper body and gaze into the eyes of the chick at the bar. If this was basketball, this would be were I call bank on my shot going in.
Eventually the birthday girl goes onto her next male victim and the bar girl strides in my direction. I almost expect her to walk right past me but I know she diggin me in the back of my mind so lord knows what she gonna do. She ends up stopping right in front of me and then starts grinding on me. Her friend comes over to get a birds-eye view and watch her go berserk on the dancefloor against me. Before she has been dancing with me for 5 seconds, I grab her by the stomach and tell her: "Stop, I don't want to dance, I want to talk."
She says she wants to dance and starts going crazy again. I stand there like a board and make eye contact with her friend and roll my eyes and smile. She laughs and the bar chick sees me and her friend communicating and stops dancing.
I talk and get basic rapport. Nothing spectacular. She finds out I am 23 and starts signing and mouthing it out to her girlfriend in disappointment because she is 30. I turned around and helped her tell her friend my age because I didn't really care. I told her not to worry, I got a 31 year old in rotation. I don't know why i keep saying that though because it is crude and really for the life of me can't spin any of the older chicks I got digits from currently. The mouth is mightier than the brain after liquor is involved.
She asked me if I am rolling solo. I tell her yes, I actually come to the club to meet women. I somehow managed to successfully segue this to showing her all the numbers I have gotten in my phone in Chicago thus far under the pretense of how my clubbing solo has gone so far and how low quality the women i meet in Chicago are because things always end up going south. Again, kinda crude and too direct for my liking but it worked. She then started qualifying herself about how she doesn't have kids, is pursuing a degree, etc etc.
Her crew is getting ready to leave or whatever and she goes
Lindsey: Hey I see you have a blackberry. Let me give you my pin number
Macallik: How about I get your phone number instead?
*#closes*
I stay around a bit and then relocate and her crew leaves shortly thereafter.
I post up in the next spot, watchin the girlies and this cute white girl with a skinny frame and some great tits comes up and asks me would I like to dance. I am an ass man but a skinny girl with big tits kinda takes you aback. I say sure, but I am tired of dancing so my d!ck isn't even getting hard and after a while I just stop dancing and tell her I am all danced out for the night.
She lingers around so we get to talking. She is 19 and shouldn't even be in the club, lol. Whatever, I grab some digits and tell her I still don't feel like dancing. She hangs around a little longer before some next dude grabs her. Then she grinds with a buncha dudes for the rest of the night. Feel a little pinge of jealousy coz I could be trying to get on that but I lost the motivation to dance. Should have talked more, but the swag got the best of me yet again. I was in the zone and ready to write off targets too easily yet again
So yup another night in the books. Two digits and one mugger with a conscience. The first number seems like potential quality and the second number seems like potential pvssy if she remembers who I am when I call and one of the many dudes she danced with doesnt take her interest away. I am definitely gonna be toning down the night scene after the (near) mugging. I am spending enough money on drinks and cover, I don't need to get robbed trying to spend the money. Plus I am getting tired of the dancing with chicks aspect of the club.
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Hah, I love Chicago.. I'll be out movin there next month.
Anant0087
New Member
Hey OP and any of you other guys that live in the Chi, hit me up. I'd love to find a few more wing men. Just PM me
I was walking downtown yesterday and as I glanced behind me I saw a cutie. Light skinned, hair pulled back in a ponytail and pretty face. I slow my walk down but unfortunately she speeds hers up and jetted past me. That would normally be a negative but she had on some sweatpants and a faaaaaat ass so I can't complain with the turn of events.
She stopped at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to turn and I caught up to her. I glanced out the corner of my eye and thought she did the same. So I asked her for direction while waiting as well. She chuckled and gave them to me then asked me if I am from around here. I took it and segued to a conversation and walked with her for a couple minutes. It was weird though coz she was walking so damn fast that I felt like she was trying to get rid of me.
I found out she was heading to work and that she is heading to the same school as me. Flirted a little, asked if she could get me stuff with her employee discount, etc, but was focused on getting rapport and didn't know where to start in this scenario. We reached an intersection and she took her turn without even looking back.
We were getting close to her destination and I told her I would see her at school sometime and peeled away. Could have attempted a number close but I am tired of getting useless numbers because of no rapport/value.
As for last night, I headed out to a club last night and in was not my crowd at ALL so I bounced to the next club. Grinded on a girl or two, went after one chick but was so hopelessly out of it in terms of state it was embarrassing. My mind was blank:
Macallik: hey, I just wanted to come over and say you are cute. I don't have anything to follow up that with or anything but yea.
Chick: ....okay thanks *walks away*
Lol
Theory & Thought
Now that I am actively trying to get rapport, conversing is like this foreign entity that I need a LOT of work on. Flakes aplenty so far, especially in clubs scene. Doin some perusing on the site and I came across this recent post by Danger really that gave me a new outlook on the situation...
Why is it that most men find it easier to hunt through their social circles as opposed to cold approaches? I thought about the good experiences I've had with women, and although I have gotten a previous girlfriend and a couple one night stands from clubbing, most of my successful relationships (to whatever degree) with women started in a setting that encouraged me to show my value or get rapport unsuspectingly.
Whether it was asking someone why the believed in X during a philosophy study session in the library or shooting the sh!t during my lunch break with coworkers, these casual conversations lead to them getting to know you and falling for you.
Perhaps people fall for 'friends' (but not 'LJBF' friends) and social circle hookups easier because the situation feels less contrived and forced. If you talk enough or in the right setting, you will end up saying the right thing eventually. Through cold approaches however, you often have to consciously pursue rapport or displaying value.
I would go as far as to say that after some thought, to me clubs specifially but cold approaches in general are not full of flaky women but rather seducers who have trouble displaying value and getting rapport in that setting. I am working on being more involved mentally in the conversation and learn how to guide the convo instead of just looking for contextual jokes and taking shots in the dark. You need a gameplan/goal you are moving towards.
I am not recommending a written up, Master Pick Up Artist-esque progression chart print out in your pocket, but the mental knowledge that you have a goal in mind, albeit ONS, phone number, relationships, etc. In your mind with your actions you need to ask yourself, 'Am I moving towards your goal," "Am I moving away from it" or "Am I not moving in any direction at all?"
It is crazy because without any goal in mind, the possible seems impossible. You begin to settle for less than you want because you haven't internalized what it is you are going after and seen to it that you work towards it constantly. For me, the fact that people are fvcking girls the same night they met them seemed foreign and unreal even for me in the last month. I haven't even tried for ONS, liked I used to. I might have said the Apoc opener here and tried to escalate there, but something was missing and know I now. It was my confidence that it could work.
Unrelated but also something I have been pondering is how 'being persistent' and 'being the prize' seem to be opposing ideas. The more persistent I am, the less of the prize I feel like and vice versa. I want to plow and make the ho say no but perhaps I should only do it for quality women or within a certain time period?
I'm gonna try and be the prize and be persistent as long as I can before I start cutting chicks off at the knees but I am losing my patience.
Updates
I called Lindsey, the 31 year old's phone the day after I got it. It rang to voicemail. I didn't leave a message. The next day I called and the same thing. She doesn't have my number so she isn't screenin my calls to my knowledge. I texted her to let her know who it is. Nothing. Call a couple days later and voicemail. Leave something funny on it and dropped her to the bottom of the pile.
The skinny chick with big tits. I texted her once and she said she is home bored. Then she stops responding. The next day she texts me in the morning saying she was work and couldnt answer her phone. Bullsh!t. Whatever I don't call her out on it, can't be bothered. I text her back and she stopped replying after two text. Text her another day and no response. Bottom of the pile.
With Estelle I asked her last week Sunday to see if she wanted to hang out Tuesday and catch a movie. She said Tuesday wasn't good for her but she will call me back to hang later in the week. It is now Saturday, smh. I am thinking of calling her back in about a week indifferent to this.. then build some more rapport and go for another Day 2. She could be feeding me lies, haven't been around to her long enough to figure out. I feel like she is telling the truth thus far though.
I am gonna contact Vida sometime in the near future to hangout and use her as a pivot. Wolf116's post got me thinking about pivots. I think I can put my attraction to her aside for the greater good.
Sigma 335 and Ricky, do you guys still wanna hang out sometime?
She stopped at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to turn and I caught up to her. I glanced out the corner of my eye and thought she did the same. So I asked her for direction while waiting as well. She chuckled and gave them to me then asked me if I am from around here. I took it and segued to a conversation and walked with her for a couple minutes. It was weird though coz she was walking so damn fast that I felt like she was trying to get rid of me.
I found out she was heading to work and that she is heading to the same school as me. Flirted a little, asked if she could get me stuff with her employee discount, etc, but was focused on getting rapport and didn't know where to start in this scenario. We reached an intersection and she took her turn without even looking back.
We were getting close to her destination and I told her I would see her at school sometime and peeled away. Could have attempted a number close but I am tired of getting useless numbers because of no rapport/value.
As for last night, I headed out to a club last night and in was not my crowd at ALL so I bounced to the next club. Grinded on a girl or two, went after one chick but was so hopelessly out of it in terms of state it was embarrassing. My mind was blank:
Macallik: hey, I just wanted to come over and say you are cute. I don't have anything to follow up that with or anything but yea.
Chick: ....okay thanks *walks away*
Lol
Theory & Thought
Now that I am actively trying to get rapport, conversing is like this foreign entity that I need a LOT of work on. Flakes aplenty so far, especially in clubs scene. Doin some perusing on the site and I came across this recent post by Danger really that gave me a new outlook on the situation...
Why is it that most men find it easier to hunt through their social circles as opposed to cold approaches? I thought about the good experiences I've had with women, and although I have gotten a previous girlfriend and a couple one night stands from clubbing, most of my successful relationships (to whatever degree) with women started in a setting that encouraged me to show my value or get rapport unsuspectingly.
Whether it was asking someone why the believed in X during a philosophy study session in the library or shooting the sh!t during my lunch break with coworkers, these casual conversations lead to them getting to know you and falling for you.
Perhaps people fall for 'friends' (but not 'LJBF' friends) and social circle hookups easier because the situation feels less contrived and forced. If you talk enough or in the right setting, you will end up saying the right thing eventually. Through cold approaches however, you often have to consciously pursue rapport or displaying value.
I would go as far as to say that after some thought, to me clubs specifially but cold approaches in general are not full of flaky women but rather seducers who have trouble displaying value and getting rapport in that setting. I am working on being more involved mentally in the conversation and learn how to guide the convo instead of just looking for contextual jokes and taking shots in the dark. You need a gameplan/goal you are moving towards.
I am not recommending a written up, Master Pick Up Artist-esque progression chart print out in your pocket, but the mental knowledge that you have a goal in mind, albeit ONS, phone number, relationships, etc. In your mind with your actions you need to ask yourself, 'Am I moving towards your goal," "Am I moving away from it" or "Am I not moving in any direction at all?"
It is crazy because without any goal in mind, the possible seems impossible. You begin to settle for less than you want because you haven't internalized what it is you are going after and seen to it that you work towards it constantly. For me, the fact that people are fvcking girls the same night they met them seemed foreign and unreal even for me in the last month. I haven't even tried for ONS, liked I used to. I might have said the Apoc opener here and tried to escalate there, but something was missing and know I now. It was my confidence that it could work.
Unrelated but also something I have been pondering is how 'being persistent' and 'being the prize' seem to be opposing ideas. The more persistent I am, the less of the prize I feel like and vice versa. I want to plow and make the ho say no but perhaps I should only do it for quality women or within a certain time period?
I'm gonna try and be the prize and be persistent as long as I can before I start cutting chicks off at the knees but I am losing my patience.
Updates
I called Lindsey, the 31 year old's phone the day after I got it. It rang to voicemail. I didn't leave a message. The next day I called and the same thing. She doesn't have my number so she isn't screenin my calls to my knowledge. I texted her to let her know who it is. Nothing. Call a couple days later and voicemail. Leave something funny on it and dropped her to the bottom of the pile.
The skinny chick with big tits. I texted her once and she said she is home bored. Then she stops responding. The next day she texts me in the morning saying she was work and couldnt answer her phone. Bullsh!t. Whatever I don't call her out on it, can't be bothered. I text her back and she stopped replying after two text. Text her another day and no response. Bottom of the pile.
With Estelle I asked her last week Sunday to see if she wanted to hang out Tuesday and catch a movie. She said Tuesday wasn't good for her but she will call me back to hang later in the week. It is now Saturday, smh. I am thinking of calling her back in about a week indifferent to this.. then build some more rapport and go for another Day 2. She could be feeding me lies, haven't been around to her long enough to figure out. I feel like she is telling the truth thus far though.
I am gonna contact Vida sometime in the near future to hangout and use her as a pivot. Wolf116's post got me thinking about pivots. I think I can put my attraction to her aside for the greater good.
Sigma 335 and Ricky, do you guys still wanna hang out sometime?
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Solomon
Master Don Juan
what up fam
To me being the prize mentality is knowing you are money. When I approach I may open her up, but then in my mind she has to show me that "qualifies" for me to pursue her. My mentality with "hitting" on chicks is different then other guys. Yeah I open them and blah blah, but technically I'm not hitting on her until I show some sort of intent or asks her for her number. So I may shoot the shiit with a girl the whole time, cause I'm trying to figure out "is she cool?" "is she fun" if she is then I keeps it flowing, if not I keep it moving.
This is why Direct game can be Iffy cause like AsianPlayboy says it's a "one shot deal" however you can stil come from a qualfying mindset
^^that's just a brief example, basically I just do it like you taught me back when I first started :crackup: keep the playful banter going, a dash of ****y&funny(my ****y&funny sucks, so I just keep the playfull banter going), and have my swag on a 1000watts(i.e. Body language, smiling, good vibes), I'm learning that you gotta keep things flriticaious and playfull. Women converse through flirting. This is why Kino works so well.
On another note, I agree building rapport is crushial but my problem is how do you do this, when it's loud or the chick is being pulled a gazillion different directions. This is why clubs suck cause sometimes all you have is 2 mintues, so how do you display full value? I know one thing Snowplow said is to keep re-engaging the set, (seed planting) I use to do this, so I'm going back to that
anyway fam-o keep doing your thing
Solo
macallik said:
To me being the prize mentality is knowing you are money. When I approach I may open her up, but then in my mind she has to show me that "qualifies" for me to pursue her. My mentality with "hitting" on chicks is different then other guys. Yeah I open them and blah blah, but technically I'm not hitting on her until I show some sort of intent or asks her for her number. So I may shoot the shiit with a girl the whole time, cause I'm trying to figure out "is she cool?" "is she fun" if she is then I keeps it flowing, if not I keep it moving.
This is why Direct game can be Iffy cause like AsianPlayboy says it's a "one shot deal" however you can stil come from a qualfying mindset
Solo: Oh my gosh, you are gorgeous, what's your name? (claw her in, if she is receptive she is tight, if not I'll try kinoing her again in a bit)
Girl: it's sophie
Solo: Sophie eeh like Sophia Lauren the actress? so you have the beauty but do you have the brains(qualfying)
Girl: ha ha, I go to the U, I'm Studying Nursing
Solo: Aww nice, so when I'm sick you can take care of a brother(qualfying)
Girl: maybe (says this with a wink)
Girl: it's sophie
Solo: Sophie eeh like Sophia Lauren the actress? so you have the beauty but do you have the brains(qualfying)
Girl: ha ha, I go to the U, I'm Studying Nursing
Solo: Aww nice, so when I'm sick you can take care of a brother(qualfying)
Girl: maybe (says this with a wink)
^^that's just a brief example, basically I just do it like you taught me back when I first started :crackup: keep the playful banter going, a dash of ****y&funny(my ****y&funny sucks, so I just keep the playfull banter going), and have my swag on a 1000watts(i.e. Body language, smiling, good vibes), I'm learning that you gotta keep things flriticaious and playfull. Women converse through flirting. This is why Kino works so well.
On another note, I agree building rapport is crushial but my problem is how do you do this, when it's loud or the chick is being pulled a gazillion different directions. This is why clubs suck cause sometimes all you have is 2 mintues, so how do you display full value? I know one thing Snowplow said is to keep re-engaging the set, (seed planting) I use to do this, so I'm going back to that
anyway fam-o keep doing your thing
Solo
Thanks for the feedback Sollie! It helped.
Okay so I watched the Cowboys get humiliated by the Vikings and then I watched half of the Jets - Chargers game before I decided it was time to head out of the house and be social. I mean, the score was 7-3 and the Jets had mustered little/no offense all game so it was just a matter of time until the Chargers scored again and again and put the game out of reach.... righhhhhhht?
Online I found a listing for an event: an urban symposium. Plus it was right next door to the club I was going to so worst come to worst, I arrive at the club earlier than normal.
The conference was the first social event I have done outside of a club in Chicago and I loved it. They could have talked about whatever and I would have enjoyed it because it was smart individuals just discussing what they love and how it has affected their lives. There were a definitely some cuties in the house but I never really got anything other than some eye contact across the large theater hall. There was a meet n greet following the symposium but I just grabbed a beverage and played around on my phone. Still a little gunshy in this new environment but I can see myself cleaning up shop in this setting soon.
So after it wrapped up at 10, I swing over to the club next door and my swag was alll the waaaay turnt up. Recently, instead of looking for girls dancing sluttily because they are less likely to reject me, I now seek out eye contact in the club EVERYWHERE. Once I get it, flash the pearly whites and then head in if she is receptive.
First mentionable chick of the night goes like this. I make eye contact with a short girl with short hair. She is leaning up against the bar and Her friend is getting her grind on while she stands without a c0ck and balls to rub up against to the beat. I come in and start the grinding.
One thing about her was that she really worked her body against me as I pressed her against the side of the bar. I liked how she was danced because she managed to keep the dancing fresh and original. Like while she was facing the bar and I was grinding her from behind, she took her foot and locked it around my knee, which made the movements feel more free and more sexual. That really got me hard and spiked my interest.
We grind for like 3-4 songs and then she stops dancing and posts up with her arm leaning slightly against me. I try and work towards getting rapport. Not very successful but I grab her number before she went away and danced with some other dude. Her name was Adela.
Later on, one chick decided to stand next to me during/after I got Adela’s number. She had one of those great smiles that makes you smile. Great teeth. She had perfect teeth and her two front teeth had the slightest of gaps. I don’t believe in love in first sight but it is hard to describe that feeling I felt when I first saw her. She was so fvcking cute that I had to look away so I wouldn’t just be grinning randomly at the bar. Something breaks out in the corner and security starts moving towards it so I pull myself up higher against the bar to get a better view.
Cutie Patootie: Hey can you see what is going on over there?
Macallik: Yea.. actually nothing was going on over there. I just wanted to make as much movements as possible so that hopefully you would talk to me. I just wanna see you smile you got such great teeth.
Cutie Patootie: *looks at me and then breaks into a huge grin*
So we get to talking and I am getting a little rapport. Nothing great but basic stuff. Nursing school, blah blah better than my normal club conversation. Then her friend tries to draw her away to go somewhere else. She reluctantly says she is gonna go with her friend but she’ll be back. I didn’t engage the friend at all so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that she blocked me…
So 10-15 minutes go by and no sign of the girl. I do search of the club and don’t see her. Then I get bored and there is this chick in a little black dress. Women wearing that little number are always so sexy to me. In the clubs, I love how when we grind and their dress rides up little by little and you start seeing more and more skin before they maneuver their dress back down.
She had good teeth as well. Slightly bucked but just in a way that makes you wonder whether she sucked her thumb as a child. She would still get the bidness. Anyways, her name was Vanessa and we started dancing in no time. She had me up against a table and the table kept scooting back and my empty beer bottle got knocked off it coz of her momentum so yea, she was rockin that thing.
I don’t know if the cutie patootie saw this, but when I took a walk thru the club later I saw her getting doooown with some next nigga. Kinda disappointed in that for some reason. I thought she was gonna come find me and instead she jockin this nigga. She didn’t strike me as the type to go crazy in the club but I guess 5 minute convos aren’t always excellent character references. I grinded on her little and then wrote her off.
I grind from chick to chick some more and then sit down on one of the tables before a bouncer tells me that tables aren't for sitting. About five minutes later a girl comes next to me and sits down on the table.
Macallik: Hey just to let you know. You can’t sit down on the table, the bouncer is gonna warn you soon
Nicole: Okay. Can we see down on the couch behind the table?
Macallik: Yes WE can ( I didn’t say it like Barack Obama, it just looks like that textually)
With her, I felt like I started getting some of the rust off of my mouth game. Not amazing rapport but I definitely had no problem with the conversation or finding things out about her personally. Broke past the basic rapport and started getting more personal. Some dude can up to her for 30 seconds or so she was talking to him. Luckily for me, Cutie Patootie was sitting right in front of me on the table so I just said whats up to her while she talked to the dude. Nicole didn’t talk to him for long after I said hi to Cutie Patootie.
Nicole had to leave with her friends soon after so I grabbed her number. She said ‘Give me a call or text me sometime” after she gave it to me. It’s been so long since I heard a woman that sounded genuiniely interested here in Chicago that I can’t remember what one sounds like, but my mind is telling me they sound like she did. We shall see.
After this is was just a domino effect really. When Nicole left, a girl I made eye contact with before sees that I am free now and sits down next to me. A girl is dancing in front of us, so I say to the girl on the couch next to me:
Macallik: Wow… I can’t believe that girl is dancing like that. I thought we had something special when she danced with me hahaha
Terrisa: Ha she must not be meant for you then…
Macallik: yea I guess not. *Goes back to looking ahead*
*Five seconds go by*
Terrisa: … *says something I can’t remember*
The fact that she came back and reinitiated meant attraction/interest. In addition to this, she would get up and dance and then sit back down right next to me after I didn’t get up and dance with her.
After a while, she just moves the table to give herself some space and starts going b-a-n-a-anas on my d!ck while I am sitting on the couch. Niceness. Eventually though, I get bored and start looking around and who should have a front view seat of my grinding but Vanessa. I smile and she smiles back. Some dude comes up to her and gets her digits so I start going extra hard on Terrisa then. After the guy leaves Vanessa is burning a hole through my head with her stare so smile again and she starts saying something to me I can’t hear. I am getting bored with Terrisa so I pull her off me and tell her I want to take a break.
When she gets up, Vanesa scoots closer to me
Vanesa: haha you are so wrong dancing wit her like that
macallik: Haha wat you mean, I saw you hand your number out to ole dude just now
Vanesa: No its not even like that, he is my friends
Macallik: uh huh whatevvvvvvver haha
Vanessa: *playfully punches me*
So then with little hesitation, Vanessa's ass hops right on me while I am on the couch and now she is getting busy on me less than 1 minute after I just told Terrisa I needed a rest. Yikes. I don’t know why I ended up playin Terrisa like that coz I knew I was gonna talk to Vanesa when she started making eye contact. But yea, it happened. After about five minutes of grinding with Vanessa and her goin to the extreme (picture me sitting on the couch and a woman straddling me a la reverse cowgirl, but leaning forward and using the table in front of us to keep her from falling. She was going to town on ya boy.) I stop and tell her I want to talk. Don’t get any rapport really, but I did grab her digits.
After that, I post up and Terrisa walks by. I try and muster some rapport up and she apologizes for not dancing with me sooner but that she was tired (Wtf) and grab her digits. Don’t ask me how I pulled that one.
Summary
So I got four numbers last night. Not bad at all. I should have gunned for a lay with Terrisa who was definitely interested although Im not sure to what extent. I still need to reinternalized the possibility of a same day lay in my mind. As for rapport. The convos are getting better quickly. Talked about feelings and the good stuff that I left out of my game for the past year or so. Here is how the women stand concerning rapport:
Terrisa and Adela – below average rapport. Especially with Adela
Vanessa – little/no rapport
Nicole – Decent rapport
Okay so I watched the Cowboys get humiliated by the Vikings and then I watched half of the Jets - Chargers game before I decided it was time to head out of the house and be social. I mean, the score was 7-3 and the Jets had mustered little/no offense all game so it was just a matter of time until the Chargers scored again and again and put the game out of reach.... righhhhhhht?
Online I found a listing for an event: an urban symposium. Plus it was right next door to the club I was going to so worst come to worst, I arrive at the club earlier than normal.
The conference was the first social event I have done outside of a club in Chicago and I loved it. They could have talked about whatever and I would have enjoyed it because it was smart individuals just discussing what they love and how it has affected their lives. There were a definitely some cuties in the house but I never really got anything other than some eye contact across the large theater hall. There was a meet n greet following the symposium but I just grabbed a beverage and played around on my phone. Still a little gunshy in this new environment but I can see myself cleaning up shop in this setting soon.
So after it wrapped up at 10, I swing over to the club next door and my swag was alll the waaaay turnt up. Recently, instead of looking for girls dancing sluttily because they are less likely to reject me, I now seek out eye contact in the club EVERYWHERE. Once I get it, flash the pearly whites and then head in if she is receptive.
First mentionable chick of the night goes like this. I make eye contact with a short girl with short hair. She is leaning up against the bar and Her friend is getting her grind on while she stands without a c0ck and balls to rub up against to the beat. I come in and start the grinding.
One thing about her was that she really worked her body against me as I pressed her against the side of the bar. I liked how she was danced because she managed to keep the dancing fresh and original. Like while she was facing the bar and I was grinding her from behind, she took her foot and locked it around my knee, which made the movements feel more free and more sexual. That really got me hard and spiked my interest.
We grind for like 3-4 songs and then she stops dancing and posts up with her arm leaning slightly against me. I try and work towards getting rapport. Not very successful but I grab her number before she went away and danced with some other dude. Her name was Adela.
Later on, one chick decided to stand next to me during/after I got Adela’s number. She had one of those great smiles that makes you smile. Great teeth. She had perfect teeth and her two front teeth had the slightest of gaps. I don’t believe in love in first sight but it is hard to describe that feeling I felt when I first saw her. She was so fvcking cute that I had to look away so I wouldn’t just be grinning randomly at the bar. Something breaks out in the corner and security starts moving towards it so I pull myself up higher against the bar to get a better view.
Cutie Patootie: Hey can you see what is going on over there?
Macallik: Yea.. actually nothing was going on over there. I just wanted to make as much movements as possible so that hopefully you would talk to me. I just wanna see you smile you got such great teeth.
Cutie Patootie: *looks at me and then breaks into a huge grin*
So we get to talking and I am getting a little rapport. Nothing great but basic stuff. Nursing school, blah blah better than my normal club conversation. Then her friend tries to draw her away to go somewhere else. She reluctantly says she is gonna go with her friend but she’ll be back. I didn’t engage the friend at all so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that she blocked me…
So 10-15 minutes go by and no sign of the girl. I do search of the club and don’t see her. Then I get bored and there is this chick in a little black dress. Women wearing that little number are always so sexy to me. In the clubs, I love how when we grind and their dress rides up little by little and you start seeing more and more skin before they maneuver their dress back down.
She had good teeth as well. Slightly bucked but just in a way that makes you wonder whether she sucked her thumb as a child. She would still get the bidness. Anyways, her name was Vanessa and we started dancing in no time. She had me up against a table and the table kept scooting back and my empty beer bottle got knocked off it coz of her momentum so yea, she was rockin that thing.
I don’t know if the cutie patootie saw this, but when I took a walk thru the club later I saw her getting doooown with some next nigga. Kinda disappointed in that for some reason. I thought she was gonna come find me and instead she jockin this nigga. She didn’t strike me as the type to go crazy in the club but I guess 5 minute convos aren’t always excellent character references. I grinded on her little and then wrote her off.
I grind from chick to chick some more and then sit down on one of the tables before a bouncer tells me that tables aren't for sitting. About five minutes later a girl comes next to me and sits down on the table.
Macallik: Hey just to let you know. You can’t sit down on the table, the bouncer is gonna warn you soon
Nicole: Okay. Can we see down on the couch behind the table?
Macallik: Yes WE can ( I didn’t say it like Barack Obama, it just looks like that textually)
With her, I felt like I started getting some of the rust off of my mouth game. Not amazing rapport but I definitely had no problem with the conversation or finding things out about her personally. Broke past the basic rapport and started getting more personal. Some dude can up to her for 30 seconds or so she was talking to him. Luckily for me, Cutie Patootie was sitting right in front of me on the table so I just said whats up to her while she talked to the dude. Nicole didn’t talk to him for long after I said hi to Cutie Patootie.
Nicole had to leave with her friends soon after so I grabbed her number. She said ‘Give me a call or text me sometime” after she gave it to me. It’s been so long since I heard a woman that sounded genuiniely interested here in Chicago that I can’t remember what one sounds like, but my mind is telling me they sound like she did. We shall see.
After this is was just a domino effect really. When Nicole left, a girl I made eye contact with before sees that I am free now and sits down next to me. A girl is dancing in front of us, so I say to the girl on the couch next to me:
Macallik: Wow… I can’t believe that girl is dancing like that. I thought we had something special when she danced with me hahaha
Terrisa: Ha she must not be meant for you then…
Macallik: yea I guess not. *Goes back to looking ahead*
*Five seconds go by*
Terrisa: … *says something I can’t remember*
The fact that she came back and reinitiated meant attraction/interest. In addition to this, she would get up and dance and then sit back down right next to me after I didn’t get up and dance with her.
After a while, she just moves the table to give herself some space and starts going b-a-n-a-anas on my d!ck while I am sitting on the couch. Niceness. Eventually though, I get bored and start looking around and who should have a front view seat of my grinding but Vanessa. I smile and she smiles back. Some dude comes up to her and gets her digits so I start going extra hard on Terrisa then. After the guy leaves Vanessa is burning a hole through my head with her stare so smile again and she starts saying something to me I can’t hear. I am getting bored with Terrisa so I pull her off me and tell her I want to take a break.
When she gets up, Vanesa scoots closer to me
Vanesa: haha you are so wrong dancing wit her like that
macallik: Haha wat you mean, I saw you hand your number out to ole dude just now
Vanesa: No its not even like that, he is my friends
Macallik: uh huh whatevvvvvvver haha
Vanessa: *playfully punches me*
So then with little hesitation, Vanessa's ass hops right on me while I am on the couch and now she is getting busy on me less than 1 minute after I just told Terrisa I needed a rest. Yikes. I don’t know why I ended up playin Terrisa like that coz I knew I was gonna talk to Vanesa when she started making eye contact. But yea, it happened. After about five minutes of grinding with Vanessa and her goin to the extreme (picture me sitting on the couch and a woman straddling me a la reverse cowgirl, but leaning forward and using the table in front of us to keep her from falling. She was going to town on ya boy.) I stop and tell her I want to talk. Don’t get any rapport really, but I did grab her digits.
After that, I post up and Terrisa walks by. I try and muster some rapport up and she apologizes for not dancing with me sooner but that she was tired (Wtf) and grab her digits. Don’t ask me how I pulled that one.
Summary
So I got four numbers last night. Not bad at all. I should have gunned for a lay with Terrisa who was definitely interested although Im not sure to what extent. I still need to reinternalized the possibility of a same day lay in my mind. As for rapport. The convos are getting better quickly. Talked about feelings and the good stuff that I left out of my game for the past year or so. Here is how the women stand concerning rapport:
Terrisa and Adela – below average rapport. Especially with Adela
Vanessa – little/no rapport
Nicole – Decent rapport
Calls (All during Monday evening)
Terrisa: Talked for about 10 minutes, then she had to go. She texted me later on that night and we texted a bit but I hate texting when I could be talking over the phone or better yet in person. After a couple texts back and forth, I texted:
Macallik:Yea look I'm going movies 2 see X on Wednesday. U can tag along n we can talk face 2 face
Terrisa: That's kinda sudden I was hoping we can talk a bit more. Plus I have to do X, Y and Z on Wednesday.
Adela: Called and she said she was getting her nails done and will call me back. That was about 24 hrs ago
Nicole: Called and said she was heading to the mall but will call me back. That was about 24 and a half hours ago.
Vanessa: Called and the phone just rang to voicemail yesterday. Didn't leave a message. I will call back or likely text her tomorrow
So far so ghey. My phone skills need more work because I was nervous with Adela and Nicole and it showed. Probably played into the lack of a callback, will text them tomorrow or the day after. As for Terrisa, I might have forced the meetup before she was ready, got a little selfish there. I think I did the same thing with Estelle. I will call Estelle at the end of the week, get some rapport and then just hang up afterwards. No attempted Day 2 or mention of a future one. I will build up the rapport and then go for a hangout when she is digging me more.
Went to my first day of school today. At least one cute girl in most classes. One class has a bunch of cuties. During the second class of the day, A girl in my class asked to use my text book when class was wrapping up. I said sure, and then while packing up to leave the classroom. I see she has a Blackberry:
Macallik: I got a class to go to now, just holler at me through BBM
Karen: Ohhh you got a Blackberry too.
I had trouble getting the blackberry messenger initially so I got the digits as well. After my class wrapped up she came to me in the library to return my book and took a seat. We talked for at least 20 minutes until her next class. It seemed like good rapport and plenty of eye contact but who knows with these Chicago women, smh. She got a man be he is out of state so it doesn't count in my books. I'll keep youse guys updated.
I'm gonna have to keep tweaking my game until something sticks. My confidence is not unwavering but keep on keeping on is my only option. My game will thank me in the long run while I go through this 'character building' stage. The only thing that concerns me is if I can't find what is causing the flaking but I hopefully I never come to that.
Terrisa: Talked for about 10 minutes, then she had to go. She texted me later on that night and we texted a bit but I hate texting when I could be talking over the phone or better yet in person. After a couple texts back and forth, I texted:
Macallik:Yea look I'm going movies 2 see X on Wednesday. U can tag along n we can talk face 2 face
Terrisa: That's kinda sudden I was hoping we can talk a bit more. Plus I have to do X, Y and Z on Wednesday.
Adela: Called and she said she was getting her nails done and will call me back. That was about 24 hrs ago
Nicole: Called and said she was heading to the mall but will call me back. That was about 24 and a half hours ago.
Vanessa: Called and the phone just rang to voicemail yesterday. Didn't leave a message. I will call back or likely text her tomorrow
So far so ghey. My phone skills need more work because I was nervous with Adela and Nicole and it showed. Probably played into the lack of a callback, will text them tomorrow or the day after. As for Terrisa, I might have forced the meetup before she was ready, got a little selfish there. I think I did the same thing with Estelle. I will call Estelle at the end of the week, get some rapport and then just hang up afterwards. No attempted Day 2 or mention of a future one. I will build up the rapport and then go for a hangout when she is digging me more.
Went to my first day of school today. At least one cute girl in most classes. One class has a bunch of cuties. During the second class of the day, A girl in my class asked to use my text book when class was wrapping up. I said sure, and then while packing up to leave the classroom. I see she has a Blackberry:
Macallik: I got a class to go to now, just holler at me through BBM
Karen: Ohhh you got a Blackberry too.
I had trouble getting the blackberry messenger initially so I got the digits as well. After my class wrapped up she came to me in the library to return my book and took a seat. We talked for at least 20 minutes until her next class. It seemed like good rapport and plenty of eye contact but who knows with these Chicago women, smh. She got a man be he is out of state so it doesn't count in my books. I'll keep youse guys updated.
I'm gonna have to keep tweaking my game until something sticks. My confidence is not unwavering but keep on keeping on is my only option. My game will thank me in the long run while I go through this 'character building' stage. The only thing that concerns me is if I can't find what is causing the flaking but I hopefully I never come to that.
No mas with the 18 and over spots.
In my defense I did not know it before I had paid cover and I’ll be damned if I'll ever leave after paying. I was actually supposed to check out the Gold Coast clubbing district with a guy I that PM’d me but he bailed at the last minute (my flaking in this journal knows no boundaries, I got skillllllz son) I checked a couple spots but they were either not diverse or not enough people.
I ended up at an 18 and over spot. It was packed with women surprisingly, but the chicks weren't about sh!t and it was obvious. Well save for one I perhaps, but the jury is still out on her. She is a 19 year old , sorta cute and artsy but also struck me as a prude and judgmental.
We talked a bit and I grabbed the digits. Later in the night I got her isolated at a couch and went in for a kiss… unsuccessfully I might add. I took the old school route and started brushing her hair out of her eyes et al and she was all giggles and grins but when I went in, she got spooked and ran back to her friends lol. She still seeked me out a bit later so I am not looking into that too much.
Other than that, the night was meh-tastic
Saturday
As the sun goes down it is time for the New York City Underground. No, I didn't take a trip east, I went to Crobar to have my house virignity popped in Chicago with the man with the sound from the underground, Mr Release Yourself himself, Roger Sanchez!
I got there extremely early because I thought the place would be packed from early being that Roger Sanchez is world renowned. When I first got there, the club wasn't even open. Needless to say I was anxious to get in.
I finally went in at 10pm and there weren't many people in there. The closer we got to Roger Sanchez's set though, the more packed the club got. As the masses trickled in, I found out Crobar is not my kinda scene when it comes to the wimmins on Saturdays at least. It's a catch 22 because everyone is partying and having fun, it is such a great vibe but no one there made me want to approach and find out more about who they are.
There are fvckable girls there, don't get me wrong, but no one I felt really interested in. As for the fellas in there... haha. It was a new environment coz no one seemed to care about sexual orientation. There were guys holding hands, hugging, etc. I think I saw a couple post ops in there as well getting down, everyone was dancing their ass off. The dudes that were straight, or at least dabbled in women when they weren't with dudes, were kinda cliched though. There was enough hair gel and cologne in Crobar to cause serious concern if a spark somehow ignited in the club.
So Mr Roger Sanchez showed up around 12:45 and got the party JUMPING and he didn't stop spinning until 4:30. I gave up on hunting pretty early, so when the women started leaving, I just kept dancing and this morning my feet will agree. I swear when the club ended, it was like me, about 5 couples and 30 gay dudes when the night ended. A couple gay dudes orbited around me and sized me up for the pick up but I cut that sh!t down. Fun night.
Also, I feel the need to voice a public service because I get these things constantly when I am the token black in a white environment, please don't do the following:
1. Ask me if I know where to score drugs: Seriously, I get that there are a lot of black drug dealers and all but jesus christ man.
2. Refer to me as dog/homie/gangster: If you don't call your white friends that, please don't call me that. Trust me when I say you are NOT gaining any cool points
3. Assume I can dance and drag me onto the dancefloor to 'show you my moves': Okay.... I am a somewhate decent dancer. I guess I fit into that stereotype.
In Progress
Called Estelle and got the voicemail. She called me back the next day and we talked for about 25 minutes before I ended it. Will call back next week and push for deeper rapport before attempting a Day 2 again.
Terrisa: Texted back and forth and found out about each other.
Thats it for now, go Jets and Vikings
In my defense I did not know it before I had paid cover and I’ll be damned if I'll ever leave after paying. I was actually supposed to check out the Gold Coast clubbing district with a guy I that PM’d me but he bailed at the last minute (my flaking in this journal knows no boundaries, I got skillllllz son) I checked a couple spots but they were either not diverse or not enough people.
I ended up at an 18 and over spot. It was packed with women surprisingly, but the chicks weren't about sh!t and it was obvious. Well save for one I perhaps, but the jury is still out on her. She is a 19 year old , sorta cute and artsy but also struck me as a prude and judgmental.
We talked a bit and I grabbed the digits. Later in the night I got her isolated at a couch and went in for a kiss… unsuccessfully I might add. I took the old school route and started brushing her hair out of her eyes et al and she was all giggles and grins but when I went in, she got spooked and ran back to her friends lol. She still seeked me out a bit later so I am not looking into that too much.
Other than that, the night was meh-tastic
Saturday
As the sun goes down it is time for the New York City Underground. No, I didn't take a trip east, I went to Crobar to have my house virignity popped in Chicago with the man with the sound from the underground, Mr Release Yourself himself, Roger Sanchez!
I got there extremely early because I thought the place would be packed from early being that Roger Sanchez is world renowned. When I first got there, the club wasn't even open. Needless to say I was anxious to get in.
I finally went in at 10pm and there weren't many people in there. The closer we got to Roger Sanchez's set though, the more packed the club got. As the masses trickled in, I found out Crobar is not my kinda scene when it comes to the wimmins on Saturdays at least. It's a catch 22 because everyone is partying and having fun, it is such a great vibe but no one there made me want to approach and find out more about who they are.
There are fvckable girls there, don't get me wrong, but no one I felt really interested in. As for the fellas in there... haha. It was a new environment coz no one seemed to care about sexual orientation. There were guys holding hands, hugging, etc. I think I saw a couple post ops in there as well getting down, everyone was dancing their ass off. The dudes that were straight, or at least dabbled in women when they weren't with dudes, were kinda cliched though. There was enough hair gel and cologne in Crobar to cause serious concern if a spark somehow ignited in the club.
So Mr Roger Sanchez showed up around 12:45 and got the party JUMPING and he didn't stop spinning until 4:30. I gave up on hunting pretty early, so when the women started leaving, I just kept dancing and this morning my feet will agree. I swear when the club ended, it was like me, about 5 couples and 30 gay dudes when the night ended. A couple gay dudes orbited around me and sized me up for the pick up but I cut that sh!t down. Fun night.
Also, I feel the need to voice a public service because I get these things constantly when I am the token black in a white environment, please don't do the following:
1. Ask me if I know where to score drugs: Seriously, I get that there are a lot of black drug dealers and all but jesus christ man.
2. Refer to me as dog/homie/gangster: If you don't call your white friends that, please don't call me that. Trust me when I say you are NOT gaining any cool points
3. Assume I can dance and drag me onto the dancefloor to 'show you my moves': Okay.... I am a somewhate decent dancer. I guess I fit into that stereotype.
In Progress
Called Estelle and got the voicemail. She called me back the next day and we talked for about 25 minutes before I ended it. Will call back next week and push for deeper rapport before attempting a Day 2 again.
Terrisa: Texted back and forth and found out about each other.
Thats it for now, go Jets and Vikings
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Okaley Dokaley. I didn’t have class on Fridays, so I decided to head out on Thursday nite. There is a decent selection of clubbing options but I settled for Crobar because Thursday is hip hop night aka the night when black people show up. Place was ridiculously different than the Saturday crowd at the Roger Sanchez set.
I mean apart from a completely different crowd and music, a group of chicks got in a fight next to the bar. Is it just me or is watching chicks fight make anyone else horny? It isn’t like I get off on chicks harming each other but going buckwild like that definitely gets my juices flowing. I suppose it does help that their already too short dresses did ride up and throw the already little sense of decency they had out of the window.
It wasn’t one of those pushing and shoving fights either, this was a club brawl for the ages. There was plenty of pummeling and hair pulling, two on one’s and smeared makeup. Sounds like a great porno flick, I know. The fight(s) lasted about 3-4 minutes which, for those of you familiar with clubs know, is an eternity in that setting. It was great but I have a short attention span when I drink. So macallik+bored+horny= me trying to grind on an onlooker while the fight unravels less than 5 yards away. Needless to say I didn't get anywhere with her.
Not much to report on other than that. There was another fight that paled in comparison. One little dude punched a big dude a couple times and the big guy was not fazed in the slightest. Also, I danced with a buncha broads as usual. One chick I danced with where we had chemistry dance-wise but she had a ‘friend’ there that she went to when I tried to escalate. I did give my number out to this group of two chicks. They said they were having a party at a hotel on Valentine’s Day. They were basically recruiting guys to go there. Kinda hesitant so I might skip it if they call.
Friday
I had read online about a book release taking place at the local multiplex movie theater. Hopped up out the shower, turned my swag on and headed out to that. I get there expecting them to have one of the theaters rented out for the night but nooooooo, they are selling books in the lobby of the theater. I mean right in the ‘lobby’ lobby too. They had a little table with their books right next to the popcorn maker and ticket booth. It looked like they were a company at a job fair, smh. Needless to say I headed back home but not before picking up a 40oz on the way home. I hadn’t planned on going out but that sealed it for me
I went to Boutique and danced with a bunch of chickitas as usual. Grabbed one set of digits. She cute, looked a little older but I couldn’t tell you whether she is or anything about her at all to be honest coz she ejected within about two minutes. I have no faith in these digits even though she said to ‘call her tommorow’. I’ve been thinking and I don’t need to chase every girl or convince them all to fall for me, it reeks of desperation so I‘ll use her as a pivot/put her in the friendzone. I want to get better but chasing every woman I come across is unwise for my psyche and confidence.
Updates
-Will call Estelle probably tommorow.
- Haven't texted/called Terrisa since last weekend. I might hit her up sometime next week for a day 2 but her interest level is pretty low. If she has an excuse she goes to the bottom of the pile.
- I called the chick from the under 18 spot, she said she was watchin a movie when I said I was gonna call her. Didn't respond to my texts after that. Next
Damn I feel like the 2nd coming of SecondTour (or is it 4th coming?) with my quasi-"rejection collection" thread I got going here lol. Eventually one shot has to go in though.
I mean apart from a completely different crowd and music, a group of chicks got in a fight next to the bar. Is it just me or is watching chicks fight make anyone else horny? It isn’t like I get off on chicks harming each other but going buckwild like that definitely gets my juices flowing. I suppose it does help that their already too short dresses did ride up and throw the already little sense of decency they had out of the window.
It wasn’t one of those pushing and shoving fights either, this was a club brawl for the ages. There was plenty of pummeling and hair pulling, two on one’s and smeared makeup. Sounds like a great porno flick, I know. The fight(s) lasted about 3-4 minutes which, for those of you familiar with clubs know, is an eternity in that setting. It was great but I have a short attention span when I drink. So macallik+bored+horny= me trying to grind on an onlooker while the fight unravels less than 5 yards away. Needless to say I didn't get anywhere with her.
Not much to report on other than that. There was another fight that paled in comparison. One little dude punched a big dude a couple times and the big guy was not fazed in the slightest. Also, I danced with a buncha broads as usual. One chick I danced with where we had chemistry dance-wise but she had a ‘friend’ there that she went to when I tried to escalate. I did give my number out to this group of two chicks. They said they were having a party at a hotel on Valentine’s Day. They were basically recruiting guys to go there. Kinda hesitant so I might skip it if they call.
Friday
I had read online about a book release taking place at the local multiplex movie theater. Hopped up out the shower, turned my swag on and headed out to that. I get there expecting them to have one of the theaters rented out for the night but nooooooo, they are selling books in the lobby of the theater. I mean right in the ‘lobby’ lobby too. They had a little table with their books right next to the popcorn maker and ticket booth. It looked like they were a company at a job fair, smh. Needless to say I headed back home but not before picking up a 40oz on the way home. I hadn’t planned on going out but that sealed it for me
I went to Boutique and danced with a bunch of chickitas as usual. Grabbed one set of digits. She cute, looked a little older but I couldn’t tell you whether she is or anything about her at all to be honest coz she ejected within about two minutes. I have no faith in these digits even though she said to ‘call her tommorow’. I’ve been thinking and I don’t need to chase every girl or convince them all to fall for me, it reeks of desperation so I‘ll use her as a pivot/put her in the friendzone. I want to get better but chasing every woman I come across is unwise for my psyche and confidence.
Updates
-Will call Estelle probably tommorow.
- Haven't texted/called Terrisa since last weekend. I might hit her up sometime next week for a day 2 but her interest level is pretty low. If she has an excuse she goes to the bottom of the pile.
- I called the chick from the under 18 spot, she said she was watchin a movie when I said I was gonna call her. Didn't respond to my texts after that. Next
Damn I feel like the 2nd coming of SecondTour (or is it 4th coming?) with my quasi-"rejection collection" thread I got going here lol. Eventually one shot has to go in though.
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iqqi
Master Don Juan
Your writing is getting very good.
As far as setting up second contacts with the numbers you are getting, I think the best "first date" is a casual drink at a lounge. This places both of you in a scene with music, and alcohol, so you will both still be in your comfort level. The alcohol loosens her up, and you can have a plan B (a club afterwards) if things don't go so well, or even if they do, and the night just ends early.
As far as setting up second contacts with the numbers you are getting, I think the best "first date" is a casual drink at a lounge. This places both of you in a scene with music, and alcohol, so you will both still be in your comfort level. The alcohol loosens her up, and you can have a plan B (a club afterwards) if things don't go so well, or even if they do, and the night just ends early.
Iqqi... Superman does good, my writing is getting very well.
A-ha sorry couldn't resist. I'm not doing too good in my English Lit class, so I am trying to throw my literary weight around online as much as possible. Thanks for the compliment. As for your lounge idea, I'll look into it. I have never been one to take sand to the beach, but I suppose a relaxed lounge environment would be a bit less competition. Plus I can get the girls drunk and feel em up which is always a bonus.
Good looking out too Noob. It means a lot to me to hear that my experiences are inspiring peeps. Hopefully my writing isn't what encouraged you to pay/sleep with that fat hooker though. *ziiiiiiiiing*
This Morning
I had my alarm set for 10:30 am. I woke up and started the task of cleaning, with Bloomberg TV on in the background, rambling about Toyota. I threw out the pizza boxes laying around... some of which have been dormant since Wildcard Weekend. I put some new sheets on my bed and sprayed Febreeze over everything I didn't have time to wash. I also scrubbed the toilet, bleached the tub and swept the floor.
All you eligible bachelors out there reading this know it goes without saying that there is only one reason that we suddenly take interest in how our bedrooms and bathrooms look and it aint spring cleaning. It is compaaaany!!!! Ok so let me backtrack a bit to last weekend just to get you all up to speed...
Last Sunday night
I headed out to Soiree to meet some beezies as I have been gettin digits consistently there. The club was circulating a text about guys only $5 before 10:30 so I had to get there nice and early. Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one who thought that. Upon arrival I find out the line was about 20 deep, all dudes.
Slowly but surely the line moves and I finish off my water bottle conspicuously filled with a mixture of Green V8 Splash/140 proof Rum, and then toss it to the side on the street.
Doorman: Hey you who threw that. Do you see a trash can over there.
Macallik: ...Ummmmm let me look. *looks for a trashcan when there is clearly none there*
Doorman: Pick it up
Macallik: Hey this isn't a trash can, this is a sidewalk. My fault. Do yall got trash cans in the club.
Bouncer to other bouncer: Get him out of the fvcking line.
Ok so Soiree is off the list for me.
It was a line full of dudes and I was drinking. He was tryina enforce his 'doorman-ness' on me in front of the other guys so I acted like a smart ass. It was a sausage fest in the line though, so although I sulked a bit and stood at the door contemplating whether to ask the bouncer nicely, I eventually decided against it and walked away.
While walking around I remembered Green Dolphin was supposedly a decent spot to check out Sundays so I headed in that direction. I got lost and the dude who I asked for direction was like, "Oh its about 3/4 a mile that-a-way" Goddammit! At least I had my Nikes on..
I ended up at the club and I thought they had some kind of drink special where fat ugly girls drink free coz that was all I saw in the club initially. A bunch of water-buffalo-built b!tiches and no-one dancing. However cuter girls came. Also, I have learned two things thus far at clubs in Chicago. Showing up early is money and drawing attention to yourself early is even monier. (sp?) There is less competition early at the club aaaaand if you draw attention to yourself, there aint sh!t else to look at early on so women just stare at ya.
So I dance drunkenly, but decently (or so I believed while intoxicated at least) in the middle of the dancefloor with no-one there other than two chicks. They start inching closer to me because I am the life of the party (read: the only other person with a pulse and under 200 lbs) and then the less attractive one tries to get me on the more attractive (but still unattractive) friend she is with. I smile and look away.
Then the less attractive one comes up and goes crazy. She starts grinding on me and shaking it down to the ground before she works her way up. Then she lifts my shirt up and proceeds to lick my happy trail while the more-but-still-un attractive chick is grinding me from the back. Ewwwwww. I see a cute chick against the wall about 15 feet away so I just stare at her hard as fvck like nothing is going on but the rent. Then I go to the bar and meet this Indian chick. Cute face but not as skinny as I prefer.
Before I go any further. Let me stop here and say tonight I came to the realization that I cannot get a quality girl when I am drunk. I end up going too hard, too fvckin fast. If a chick lets me, I will get away with murder… as well as armed robbery and kidnapping to complete the trifecta that OJ couldn’t.
I’d love to give you guys an in depth report on the Indian chick but it was pure cavemanning at the club. As usual, when drunk I will do anything short of pulling my d!ck out on the dancefloor to escalate in public. To summarize the festivities tonight: My lower back ended up sore from being pressed against the bar repeatedly while grinding, I grinded on a buncha broads, I made out to the point that my lips were chapped, my trigger finger smelled like pvssy, and my middle finger OTOH.. well I'll just leave that one up to your imagination.
I tried to pull back to my place but Amber's friends were c0ckblocking I think. I got the digits and then we texted back and forth yesterday and set up to hang out Wednesday (today)
This Afternoon
So the fateful hour is almost among us and so far so good. Things seem to be falling into place in every instance. The room looks spotless, everyone is out of the house. Heck, within the last three days, a value pack of condoms I purchased online were delivered and it looks like they came just in time. (Sidebar: Is it just me or is the saddest feeling in the world when you have condoms that reach their expiration date whilst in your possession? It is like you feel bad coz you wasted money and even worse because you aren't getting laid as much as you should be obviously)
So I am just imagining the different ways and places I am gonna fvck Amber when I get a text:
Amber texts: Don't be mad but do you wanna reschedule coz blah blah blah
Macallik texts: ... (Yea. I texted her back an ellipsis)
Amber texts: Well it happened coz blah blah blah and then blah blah blah
Haha yall didn't think I was finaaaaally getting laid after all these flakes and # closes did ya??? Oh well, I got closer to getting a Day 2 than anything else so that has to count for something, haha.
Anyways, I didn't know how to respond so I just didn't respond until about four hours later. I can take it or leave it. In retrospect, I don't know why I was sweating b!tches earlier in this journal. Like a soon to be jailed rapper said, Women are like buses, miss one, next 15... one coming.
This evening
Speaking of buses... well actually 'speaking of trains' for this segue to work, I grabbed some digits off the train on the way home tonight. 18 year old chick. My day game still needs a lot of work though. It was an awkward 2-3 minute convo. I called her when I got home to strike when the iron is hot and she said she will call me right back. Still waiting for that callback. Well actually I'm lying, I'm not even waiting. I'm already thinking of ways I can do better with the next chick. I'm finito trying to turn around low interest chicks.
Updates:
- Still haven't called Estelle, been putting it off but will try and call when I got a minute tommorow
- Terrisa: texted her yesterday and no reply. Will text her tommorow then to the bottom of the pile she goes
- Also, good to see some more journals popping up. I got my eye on em so I'll chirp in with advice when I got some and hopefully yall can do the same. Deuces fellas
A-ha sorry couldn't resist. I'm not doing too good in my English Lit class, so I am trying to throw my literary weight around online as much as possible. Thanks for the compliment. As for your lounge idea, I'll look into it. I have never been one to take sand to the beach, but I suppose a relaxed lounge environment would be a bit less competition. Plus I can get the girls drunk and feel em up which is always a bonus.
Good looking out too Noob. It means a lot to me to hear that my experiences are inspiring peeps. Hopefully my writing isn't what encouraged you to pay/sleep with that fat hooker though. *ziiiiiiiiing*
This Morning
I had my alarm set for 10:30 am. I woke up and started the task of cleaning, with Bloomberg TV on in the background, rambling about Toyota. I threw out the pizza boxes laying around... some of which have been dormant since Wildcard Weekend. I put some new sheets on my bed and sprayed Febreeze over everything I didn't have time to wash. I also scrubbed the toilet, bleached the tub and swept the floor.
All you eligible bachelors out there reading this know it goes without saying that there is only one reason that we suddenly take interest in how our bedrooms and bathrooms look and it aint spring cleaning. It is compaaaany!!!! Ok so let me backtrack a bit to last weekend just to get you all up to speed...
Last Sunday night
I headed out to Soiree to meet some beezies as I have been gettin digits consistently there. The club was circulating a text about guys only $5 before 10:30 so I had to get there nice and early. Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one who thought that. Upon arrival I find out the line was about 20 deep, all dudes.
Slowly but surely the line moves and I finish off my water bottle conspicuously filled with a mixture of Green V8 Splash/140 proof Rum, and then toss it to the side on the street.
Doorman: Hey you who threw that. Do you see a trash can over there.
Macallik: ...Ummmmm let me look. *looks for a trashcan when there is clearly none there*
Doorman: Pick it up
Macallik: Hey this isn't a trash can, this is a sidewalk. My fault. Do yall got trash cans in the club.
Bouncer to other bouncer: Get him out of the fvcking line.
Ok so Soiree is off the list for me.
It was a line full of dudes and I was drinking. He was tryina enforce his 'doorman-ness' on me in front of the other guys so I acted like a smart ass. It was a sausage fest in the line though, so although I sulked a bit and stood at the door contemplating whether to ask the bouncer nicely, I eventually decided against it and walked away.
While walking around I remembered Green Dolphin was supposedly a decent spot to check out Sundays so I headed in that direction. I got lost and the dude who I asked for direction was like, "Oh its about 3/4 a mile that-a-way" Goddammit! At least I had my Nikes on..
I ended up at the club and I thought they had some kind of drink special where fat ugly girls drink free coz that was all I saw in the club initially. A bunch of water-buffalo-built b!tiches and no-one dancing. However cuter girls came. Also, I have learned two things thus far at clubs in Chicago. Showing up early is money and drawing attention to yourself early is even monier. (sp?) There is less competition early at the club aaaaand if you draw attention to yourself, there aint sh!t else to look at early on so women just stare at ya.
So I dance drunkenly, but decently (or so I believed while intoxicated at least) in the middle of the dancefloor with no-one there other than two chicks. They start inching closer to me because I am the life of the party (read: the only other person with a pulse and under 200 lbs) and then the less attractive one tries to get me on the more attractive (but still unattractive) friend she is with. I smile and look away.
Then the less attractive one comes up and goes crazy. She starts grinding on me and shaking it down to the ground before she works her way up. Then she lifts my shirt up and proceeds to lick my happy trail while the more-but-still-un attractive chick is grinding me from the back. Ewwwwww. I see a cute chick against the wall about 15 feet away so I just stare at her hard as fvck like nothing is going on but the rent. Then I go to the bar and meet this Indian chick. Cute face but not as skinny as I prefer.
Before I go any further. Let me stop here and say tonight I came to the realization that I cannot get a quality girl when I am drunk. I end up going too hard, too fvckin fast. If a chick lets me, I will get away with murder… as well as armed robbery and kidnapping to complete the trifecta that OJ couldn’t.
I’d love to give you guys an in depth report on the Indian chick but it was pure cavemanning at the club. As usual, when drunk I will do anything short of pulling my d!ck out on the dancefloor to escalate in public. To summarize the festivities tonight: My lower back ended up sore from being pressed against the bar repeatedly while grinding, I grinded on a buncha broads, I made out to the point that my lips were chapped, my trigger finger smelled like pvssy, and my middle finger OTOH.. well I'll just leave that one up to your imagination.
I tried to pull back to my place but Amber's friends were c0ckblocking I think. I got the digits and then we texted back and forth yesterday and set up to hang out Wednesday (today)
This Afternoon
So the fateful hour is almost among us and so far so good. Things seem to be falling into place in every instance. The room looks spotless, everyone is out of the house. Heck, within the last three days, a value pack of condoms I purchased online were delivered and it looks like they came just in time. (Sidebar: Is it just me or is the saddest feeling in the world when you have condoms that reach their expiration date whilst in your possession? It is like you feel bad coz you wasted money and even worse because you aren't getting laid as much as you should be obviously)
So I am just imagining the different ways and places I am gonna fvck Amber when I get a text:
Amber texts: Don't be mad but do you wanna reschedule coz blah blah blah
Macallik texts: ... (Yea. I texted her back an ellipsis)
Amber texts: Well it happened coz blah blah blah and then blah blah blah
Haha yall didn't think I was finaaaaally getting laid after all these flakes and # closes did ya??? Oh well, I got closer to getting a Day 2 than anything else so that has to count for something, haha.
Anyways, I didn't know how to respond so I just didn't respond until about four hours later. I can take it or leave it. In retrospect, I don't know why I was sweating b!tches earlier in this journal. Like a soon to be jailed rapper said, Women are like buses, miss one, next 15... one coming.
This evening
Speaking of buses... well actually 'speaking of trains' for this segue to work, I grabbed some digits off the train on the way home tonight. 18 year old chick. My day game still needs a lot of work though. It was an awkward 2-3 minute convo. I called her when I got home to strike when the iron is hot and she said she will call me right back. Still waiting for that callback. Well actually I'm lying, I'm not even waiting. I'm already thinking of ways I can do better with the next chick. I'm finito trying to turn around low interest chicks.
Updates:
- Still haven't called Estelle, been putting it off but will try and call when I got a minute tommorow
- Terrisa: texted her yesterday and no reply. Will text her tommorow then to the bottom of the pile she goes
- Also, good to see some more journals popping up. I got my eye on em so I'll chirp in with advice when I got some and hopefully yall can do the same. Deuces fellas
iqqi
Master Don Juan
This is a quantity over quality mindset.macallik said:
You need to progress with the leads you are getting. You need to develop the picture. The best way to do this is to make a chic comfortable, and keep her comfortable, and get her even more comfortable.
Alcohol is an important ingredient in this. A lounge allows you both to get dressed up, conversate, hear music thus be entertained, drink, and slowly get to know more about each other, read - do I want to sleep with this man? On her part. The entire scene should be conducive to turning her questions into definites in your favor.
There is more, but either you get it or you don't.