Week - Saturday

Followed my buddy home for the weekend. I needed to make it back anyway to pick up a car. Went out in the city to this club called Rouge. I noticed two things: One, my friends back home have absolutely zero game, and two, the theory in my article of getting into state works. Here are a few of the sets:

Set 1: Married… at 21? Two girls I opened happened to be engaged. The girls were young… 21-22 young. I thought they were kidding around but then they hold up their ring fingers and yup, that was definitely a real diamond ring. Crazy.

Set 2:Two girls by the dance floor. My buddy had opened them but it was crashing and burning, so I came in and re-opened with a semi-direct (“you guys seem cool, are you friendly?”). I get into it alright, but she is literally holding hands with her red-light friend. I drop the ball when I start plowing with the completely disinterested red-light (fat, mind you), friend and there goes that.

[I turn around and realize the 3 guys I knew that originally opened them have just been standing behind me watching me. I’m sure that can’t have helped how things played out… One of the guys, a mutual friend, goes “damn, I like this guy already.”]

Sets 3/4: I grab said guy and tell him we’re going to go find some girls. The next 2 sets are a disaster, I’d open and he’d jump in right after my opener, making it awkward and subsequently blowing us out. Oh well… After 2 sets of this, I think he realizes he’s fucking shit up and goes off on his own.

Set 5: I open 2 girls by the bar, and one of my friends

Set 6: Balls of steel. A group of 6 guys and 1 girl. I go up to them and ask her if she’s dating any of them. Unfortunately she is… I compliment her anyway and keep moving.

Set 7: Group by the dance floor. I open one of the girls and then befriend the guy. The girl is into the conversation, but I can’t really isolate, or mini-isolate her, and her friends are being a little awkward. I do a takeaway, and come back later, and open her again. I drop the ball by not trying to get her away from her friends.

Set 8: This one is bullshit. I open a group of 3 girls by the dance floor. One of them is really cute. Then just as things are starting to get on track, my fuckin’ friend comes out of no where and goes “Hey gurllls, what’s up… you wanna dance?” The girls go.. “mmm… maybe later.” He keeps plowing with some lame shit. Shit. Balls. Fuck. I just walk away..

Set 9: Table. There’s a girl by the table my buddy got. Apparently she’s his friend from school? Anyway, I hook this one and she actually starts to like me (right around deep qualification). When I come in, I build fun attraction. I tease her for having not moved from her spot... Then I joke about how I was somehow in the bathroom, in the ventilation, and something about me seeing her and her being incredibly sexy. It was actually pulled off well…

I keep building attraction… apparently she now works as a janitor at the club, and I tell her that I applied, but got rejected. As a janitor she asks? No, as a go-go dancer I respond. Something about me not willing to give any nooky on the side. All this comes from the base question of somehow talking about the boring topic of work.

I tell her she seems like a cool girl and probably has an actual personality, and I ask her what she does for fun other than hang out at a club on a Friday night. She lists off a few boring things, then she says she flies airplanes. Bingo. I dig deep, find out how she got into it, and what she likes about it. I relate it to driving, and when that doesn’t hit, to skydiving. I talk about how it’s probably the feeling where everything else goes away, and nothing matters, and you’re just focused on yourself and being free. She agrees, and I can see the subtleties in the body language shifting and a slight sparkle in her eyes. And right at the peak of the emotional build-up, I compliment her, saying, “I like how you’re able to do something that’s adventurous that puts the world on hold and let’s you live in the moment. It shows personality. I like that.”

From there, we talk a bit about travel and what not. I’m pretty sure I throw in a few light emotional SOIs “Yeah? I find that really attractive.” Etc… Anyway, I could have kept going with this one, but I knew there were more attractive girls to be met around the bar, and I knew she would be at my friend’s place after if I wanted to go after her, so I tell her I’m not done flirting with her yet, and eject.

Set 10: Set 10 is the last one I’ll talk about, but this was my favorite. I make eye-contact with this girl by the bar, and I go up and tell her she can’t look at me like that without saying hi. She laughs and we get right into set. She has a few guy friends, but they go off (checking if she’s okay first), and she chooses to stick around. Green light. We talk, doing the usual attraction building stuff, then I tell her I can barely here her and move her to the bar.

Attraction isn’t through the roof, but it’s there and I start to qualify, asking her what she does for fun outside of the bar. She’s a dancer. I know this could be a springboard for some great deep qualification, but I need to get the mechanics of this worked out. I give her an SOI, telling her I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone interesting in the bar, and I’m surprised I actually met her. She seems like a yellow light on the physical escalation, but I could have probably pushed it more.

Unfortunately, her friends come back to get her, as they’re leaving (it’s 1:30am at this point). I should have timebridged and closed her number earlier, but I’m leaving in a day… so what’s the point…

Girl was actually cute though. Boo.

Retribution Set: LOL, this was my favorite. We’re walking back to the car with my friend that blew me out in Set 8, and he opens these 3 girls walking along the street. Here is the interaction:

Mike: “Hey girls, how’s your night going”

Girls: “Good! We had a lot of fun”

Mike: “Nice, nice, where’s the after-party?”

Me (to our other friend): “Hey, I’m gonna blow Mike out.”

Me (to the girls): “We’re actually looking for some hookers..”

Girls: “Oh… we’re not hookers.”

Me: “No, I know you’re not. I should have been more clear. We’re actually looking to kill some hookers. Would you happen to have a basement in your place by any chance?”

Girls: (blank stare)

Buddy: (Mike goes and starts profusely apologizing to the girls)

It’s okay, no real crime committed, those girls were not attractive at all.

On a serious note, I’ve forgotten how great a feeling it is to have really worked a room by the end of the night. I left the venue feeling an air of lightness, and a sense of accomplishment that I had really utilized the night. Very stark difference to Thursday at Playhouse, where I was inhibited by initial AA for a good chunk of the night. Braddock is right, regret weights tons while failure weighs ounces.