First San Diego Make-out. Hell, First COUGAR Make-out!

Date Occurred: Oct. 11th

I actually wasn’t feeling too good about the night. The previous day had been terrible: Gordon and I couldn’t get into any parties. I was also worried that my biweekly three day weekends would become a curse. My job gives me every other Friday off and my last three-day weekend was absolutely terrible. The night would prove that my fear of my long weekends was mere paranoia.

Like last week, the day started at the mall. Frankie, Charleeboy, Gordon, Fallout, and I all went to the mall. Fallout, Frankie, and Charleeboy were all there to give advice and Gordon and I were there to take it. To make a long story short, I ended up getting a sexy red vintage shirt, like the kind Frankie likes to wear, and a fancy pair of boots to bring out my inner Texan.

Armed with a new pair of boots, a hot new shirt, and a Monster-scotch buzz I met up with the guys (Fallout, the_ninja, Charleeboy, Gordon, Slyde, J [not J the Ripper, but a different J], Mongomike, Sexter, M, and E) and went to Stingaree. It’s a large group, but that’s how we roll. Sadly, Frankie could not join us. I had also gotten my weekly CCSD goal: put my tongue in a woman’s mouth.

We were early, and the lack of people indicated such. That didn’t stop us from opening, though. Like usual, most of the sets weren’t significant, but there were a few events that really stuck out in my mind.

The first was a three set (HB7, HB8, HB8.5). I opened up the group. I can’t remember what I said, but I opened them. HB7 mentioned that they celebrating her boyfriend’s birthday. Fine if that’s how she wanted to play, then I’d play. I just started busting on her ruthlessly. First about her leaving her BF outside. Then about every single other excuse she made. Soon, Mongomike and one other guy (I can’t remember who, maybe Slyde or E) came in to wing me. Mongo teased HB8 as being the bad girl and the other guy took on HB7. This allowed HB8.5 and I to talk. We had a good conversation going (mostly through her effort) when HB7 mentioned something about her BF being here so the three of them left.

Afterward, J told me that HB8.5 was really into me, but HB7 broke her state by interrupting. Then she was able to pull the group away. J said I should have tried to break HB7’s state by engaging her.

The second set was this huge set of foreign exchange students that went to SDSU. They were all drunk out of their minds, and because I am naturally high-energy I was able to match their state long after I had sobered up. I had a lot of fun talking to the girls and the guys. One of them offered me some vodka, but much to our mutual dismay, the bottle was empty.

The third set was actually my first many-merger. I had opened a camera-girl at Stingaree last week. I saw her again this week and reopened her with, “Hey, you haven’t taken a picture of me yet!” She took one of me. “Now get a picture of all of us!” I am with a few members of CCSD. She says she needs to have some girls in the picture, too. Looking back, she really helped us out here. She not only gave us a good opener to use, but she guaranteed that we would have social proof when the pics went online.

Slyde and I immediately got on it. I found a large set of hot girls and Slyde (who apparently knew some of them already) and I told them our situation. They came back with us to our group of guys and I went off to find the camera girl. The end result: Charleeboy, Slyde, a couple of others, and I all taking a picture with a bunch of hot girls.

Slyde immediately went to work on phase two and he started trying to move us all to a more isolated place. However, we got separated from Slyde and three of the girls. Charleeboy, the others, and myself all gave up trying to find them while the girls continued to look for the rest of their friends. The end result was very very good for Slyde, but I’ll let him talk about that.

And then there were the users. What do I mean by “users?” These are the girls who are friendly and/or receptive to you at first because they just want something from you. I encountered two such sets. One I opened, the other opened me.

The first was a set birthday party set. They were kind at first and we had some fun before they all left to get drinks. Later, I reopened two of the girls in the set and they immediately asked for birthday drinks. I used my standard “I only buy drinks for girls after they kiss me” line. They immediately walked away.

The second was an Asian girl who came over and slapped my ass. I turned around and said, “Why did you do that?” or something like that. She asked me if I was the guy who was going to buy them a bottle. As soon as I said no, she walked away. In retrospect, I should have grabbed her ass when she slapped mine. Confused, I reopened. She said, “You have to buy us a bottle before you can talk to me.”

Fuck her. I replied with, “Honey, you should be buying me drinks.” Then one of her friends tried to intervene. I walked off and said, “It’s your loss, not mine.” They tried to say something back, but I was long gone. They weren’t even that hot. 6’s and 7’s, in other words, expendable.

For a brief period, J, M, E, and I went to JSix. I’m going be to up front about this: I hate JSix. Not once have I had fun while going there and going from target-rich, high-energy environment like Stingaree to a much quieter JSix is like coming off a buzz prematurely. Those of you who drink know what I’m talking about. It’s 11 PM and you have a good buzz going, one that you think is going to last you the rest of the night. Then, for some reason, you start sobering up at 11:30 and by 12 it’s like you never drank at all. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s the untimely death of a great buzz.

That said, I did accomplish a little bit while I was there. J was talking about staying in set long after they try to blow you out. I decided to try it out. I opened a 2set sitting down with the most fucked up thing I could possibly think of.

Me: Hello, I’m a complete douchebag! What’s your name?

One girl started laughing. The second one, the bitchy one, started, well, being a bitch. She kept trying to blow me out by telling me to go away, but I just stayed in and kept asking for her name. Finally I did leave. Usually, I would eject at the first sign of being blown out, but J was telling how he’s fucked girls who were cold to him at first simply by staying in set after they tried to blow him out.

E, after I told him to, entered that same set and opened with “Hi, I’m NOT a complete douchebag!” He had more success than I did, but the bitchy girl started being bitchy again.

The second set was much better. I opened a 2set (HB8 and HB7.5) sitting down on one of benches by complimenting the cuter girl on her jacket. J came in to wing me. After awhile, both girls were into J and neither of them were paying attention to me. Later, J told me that I didn’t do anything wrong, they were just more into to him than me.

Eventually, I convinced everyone to return to Stingaree with me. I wanted my buzz back.

Take two of Stingaree was better than the previous one.

The first one was a 3set. I saw an incredibility beautiful girl with glasses (HB9). I noticed that she also had a tattoo on her back. Perfect.

Me (said while lightly touching her shoulder to get her to turn around): I love that tattoo.
Glasses (she smiles and turns her body completely toward me): Thanks!
Me: Those glasses are hot, too. [Not my exact words, but pretty close.]
Glasses: [I can’t remember exactly what she said here because I was focusing on what her body was doing. She was getting closer to me and putting her arms around me. With kino like that, it didn’t matter what she was saying to me.]
Me: I love that blouse, too.
Glasses: [More touching.]
Me: What is your name?
Glasses: [Her name.]
Me: I had a friend in highschool named that.
Glasses: [She’s almost melting on me. She starts running her fingers along my shirt.] I like that shirt, it’s very daring.
Me: I’m a very daring guy.
Glasses: [Starts dancing on me. Then she turns around and starts grinding on me.]

There’s a quick break in the action before I isolate her. She starts talking to on of her friends and I start talking to another girl in the group. As soon as she turns her attention back toward me, I isolate her.

Me: Come with me for a second. [I move her to a chair and sit her on my lap.]

I try for the kiss, but I get ASD. She said she had a boyfriend, but her friends were single. I told her she was the one I wanted. She told me I was sweet, cute, and a whole bunch of other things but she wouldn’t cheat on her BF. We compromise. I get her number, Facebook, and a kiss on the cheek. She eventually had to rejoin her friends. I had caught the set at a bad time. They had lost one of her friends and were frantically looking for her. Afterward, J helped me break down what happened. I should have been more dominant when trying to isolate her.

The final set was the one that allowed me to accomplish my weekly goal. The funny thing about this set is that I ALMOST didn’t approach it. This is the set where the knowledge I learned at JSix came in handy. I opened the 2set (HB8 and HB8cougar) with a compliment.

Me: Those are very nice dresses.
HB8: [Ignoring me and trying to blow me out.]
Cougar: [I can’t remember what she said, but she was very receptive. She kept trying to turn her body toward me as HB8 kept trying to get her away and blow me out.]
Me: [Held my ground and kept talking. This is what J taught me at JSix.]

HB8 got distracted by some guy and let go of Cougar. As soon as that happened, Cougar pounced on me. She put her arms around me (I think around my face) and gave me a kiss on the lips.

Me (said in a very confident tone): That was good, but let me give you a better one!

Cougar lowered her head and covered her face with her hands while giggling. It was on like Donkey Kong. I think HB8 tried to come in again, but I’m not sure. Cougar and I were making out. CCSD weekly goal accomplished!

HB8 came in again and started physically trying to push me away. I just looked at her and smiled. Honestly, what could HB8 do? I was a big black and she was a little white girl. She couldn’t move me if she tried. I, out of my own free will, walked away, but not before I grabbed her arm and gently moved it way from me. I was sub-communicating that she was not really the one in control. I’ve kiss many girls on the lips since I’ve been to San Diego, but that was my first full make-out I had gotten since I came here.

For me this is becoming less about picking up girls and more about self-amusement. Surprisingly, it is working for me. The more I tried to amuse myself rather than the group, the more interesting to the set I became. Another part is simply being genuine, which helped with the last two sets I did that night. Probably the biggest thing I’ve noticed is that I’ve lost my fear of beauty. Back when I was in Austin, I would rarely approach any girl above and 8. Now that I’m in San Diego, where almost every girl is AT LEAST an 8, I can approach, and kiss-close, 8’s, and 9’s like it’s no big deal. I have yet to find a 10.

Now that I’ve finally got the make-out I’ve been craving, I think I’m going to stop that business for awhile. Making-out is nice, but it won’t get you laid (unless you’re J the Ripper). I’ll just stick to simple kisses on the lips to build arousal and go more for pulling and isolating.

Openers to use next time:

Hello, I’m a complete douchebag. What’s your name?

Hello, I don’t have a penis. What’s your name?

Guess what? I don’t have testicles! How are you?

Last Call For Dick!

Work has been killing me as of late. Between work, going out, and reading Robert Greene's new book, I barely have time for anything else. Now that my lame excuse for not updating is out of the way, here is what you have all been waiting for.

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Date Occurred: Oct. 3rd

It was a day of learning. During the morning, I learned how to care for reptiles. During the afternoon, I learned the proper look I should be going for. During night, well, you’ll find out what I learned during the night…

The day started out with me getting up early to help out foster kids. It was a very rewarding experience that would become important later in the night.

After the event, I had to go to the mall with Frankie and Zach. They wanted to give me a fashion makeover. All this time I thought I was dressing well. Apparently not. Frankie and Zach told me I had a very powerful figure and I needed clothes that brought out that image. The end result: a couple of dress shirts, a new hairstyle (thanks Frankie), and better idea of what I should be shooting for.

Fast forward to Stingaree. I told Gordon that I would sarge sober that night so that meant no pre-gaming for me. Much to my surprise, being sober didn’t bother me nearly as much as I thought it would and as you will see, it did not mess with my game. Because Frankie is awesome, all of us (Fallout, Slide, Frankie, M, and J, and me) managed to get in to Stingaree for free.

The six of us moved upstairs and instantly started tearing the place apart. Slide opened a moving set by saying something to a very pretty blonde girl (HB8). She asked him for a cigarette and that’s where I came in. Another girl, Childcare (HB7.5), in the group opened me with a comment about how bad smoking is. She told me that she had quit smoking and I congratulated her. I am a non-smoker. We hit it off pretty well. She worked with children, a job she really loved. I talked about how that showed how caring and patient she was. I told my story about how I helped out foster children that morning to show that I too was caring. All the while, we were slowly moving away from her friends. It became obvious that she was into me, and that’s when things got interesting:

Childcare: Well I’m going to go to the bar and get drink.
Me: What? You’re not going to offer me one? [Said in a playful, but slightly taken aback tone]
Childcare: [laughs and smiles] You’re really smooth. I like how you did that.
Me: Thanks, so what else do you like about me?
Childcare: Come to the bar with me. I’ll buy you a drink, but I’m going to need your quarterback body to get through. (Can you say IOI?)

We moved to the bar. In retrospect, I should have taken her hand here as it would have fit the situation that I was “taking her through.” Coincidentally, we ended up by all of her friends. It turns out she was part of a bachelorette group. She ended up standing by them, but we were not close enough to the bar to order and I knew her friends would eventually take up her attention. So I saw an empty spot at the bar that was away from her friends, but close enough to that she would feel comfortable. We moved there.

Childcare: What do you want? Do you like beer?
Me: I don’t care what you get me as long as it’s not beer.
Childcare: [laughs] Any preference?
Me: Not really. Suggest something.
Childcare: How about a peach vodka tonic?
Me: Sounds good. [We get our drinks.]
Me: What are we cheering to?
Childcare: To how smooth you are. (Yeah, she liked me.)
Me: Works for me.

I know I told Gordon I wouldn’t drink tonight, but if a lady buys me a drink it would be rude to refuse. That would be the only drink I had that night.

Childcare and I talked a bit more and then went our separate ways. I would have kept going, but she was married and I don’t game married girls. I can see why she was married, she truly was a good person. Of all the many girls I’ve talked to, she is one of the few I will miss.

I reconnected with Slide as he was entertaining another bachelorette set. There were three of them and only one of him. I knew Slide was really good at game, but even experts like having help when they are outnumbered. I entered the set, and thus began the most important set of the night.

The three girls:

B2B – The bride to be. Her beauty isn’t important because neither of us were going for her.

Con (HB8) – A girl who lived in San Diego and was doing contract work.

LA (HB7) – She lived in LA and was here for the party.

I entered the set and started talking to Con. She was my target and my main focus. Every once in awhile, I would say a few words to LA. At this time, LA was not really included in the conversation, a problem I knew had to be fixed. Slide suggested the three of us move to the fire pit, and that’s when things really started to heat up.

Attraction was set and now it was time for comfort. I sat next to Con. while Slide sat next to B2B. LA stood by us. We were sitting right by the fire and this led to various jokes about the flames, but we weren’t done moving around yet. Slide, using his charisma, got people to move off of the couch across from the fire and our whole group ended up being able to sit down. Well, everyone except for Con, who I let sit on my lap. I like to mix compliance with convenience. Con had made it clear to me earlier that she wanted to sit down when she told me her feet hurting from wearing high heels. When we moved to the couch, I knew she still wanted to sit down but I had taken the last spot. So I told her to sit in my lap. I didn’t ask, I told. And she did. Would she have done it even if her feet weren’t tired? Maybe, but the fact that she wanted to sit down anyway gave her an excuse to comply with me. It raised the chance of success.

Eventually, Con revealed what system she works on at her company. Both Slide and I busted on her for it. And I told her she could no longer sit in my lap. In retrospect, it was probably too harsh of me because she looked kind of hurt when she stood up and got off my lap (she ended up sitting next to me, as the couch was less crowded now). At this point, her attention was turned toward Slide. This was a minor setback on my part, but was good for the group because it allowed me to turn my attention toward LA, who up to this point has been neglected by both Slide and me.

I started talking to LA. Up until then, I had only said a few words to LA. I said just enough to let her know that we weren’t trying to exclude her from the conversation, but I knew it would wear thin and she’d get bored and to leave. With Slide talking to both B2B and Con, I was free to give all my attention to LA.

LA and I talked about several things. From where she worked, to what she liked to do, to where she lived. She talked to me about Los Angeles and I said that she should give me her number so she could show me around the city the next time I’m there. Number close.

Sadly, however, we did end up losing the set. The B2B be had to “use the restroom” and they all left with promises to come back. LA was slightly reluctant, but she left anyway. Slide and I talked about the set. He was very satisfied with how I handled myself in set. They never came back, but both of us had number-closed. The reason we lost the set is because B2B wasn’t getting the attention she thought she deserved. B2B was the purpose of the party, yet she was getting the least amount of attention. The set started out with LA being the third wheel, but as the night wore on B2B took her place.

I was very proud of how I did, but I should have kinoed LA some more. That was the longest I had ever been in a set. We were talking to those girls for around an hour. In that hour I learned the difference between talking to a girl simply to try and get somewhere with her and talking to a girl because you liked having a conversation with her.

Some time later, Frankie got us all together so we could leave the venue. We may have been leaving Stingaree, but the night was far from over.

After Stingaree, we went to JSix. Overall, my time there was pretty bland. I approached a hot girl in a wheelchair (I want to fuck a girl who’s in a wheelchair) and had started talking to her when Frankie told me they were all leaving. Not wanting to be alone, I ejected and left with my friends.

The last place we went to was Altitude, which had a better environment.

The first major event happened in the elevator. We all piled in with two other people: one girl and one guy. Judging by their body language, they were just friends. Slyde had already started talking to her, but then he stopped (I hadn’t gotten into the elevator at this point so I’m not sure exactly what was said or why). It ended up with everyone except me getting a spot on the wall so I was just standing in the middle like a chode. I saw small space in between the girl and one of my fellow CC guys. I went for it. It turned out to be a little too small so the girl and I were really close, I mean we were literally touching each other. There was room for her to move over.

Me: Could you move over just a little bit?
Girl: Why?
Me: Oh, so you want to be this close to me? [EVERYONE in the elevator started laughing.] I was thinking you wanted some space.
Girl: No. [She didn’t move. I guess she really wanted to be close to me.]

When we got out of the elevator, Frankie congratulated me on how awesome that line was.

The second major set for me was a group of Asian girls. I saw a cute Asian girl with glasses (HB8.5) and since I am a sucker for glasses, I went up and talked to her. I told her directly that I loved her glasses. She instantly opened up to me. After a few minutes I ejected to find my friends.

I find Frankie and Slyde and start talking to them for a bit. I causally turn around and guess who’s coming toward me with all her friends? Yep, the Asian with glasses. To make a long story short, after it was all said and done, Frankie and I number-closed and Frankie commended me because if I wasn’t for me, he and Slyde would have never gotten into that set.

Clubbing was fun, but the best time I had that night was on the street walking back to my place with Frankie. On the way back to my place, we heard a guy walking down the street repeating “Last call for dick!” in a monotone voice every time he walked by a group of girls. It cracked us up so much that Frankie could no longer walk.

Me: I have to try that!
Frankie: You’re joking, right?
Me: No. Self-amusement, man!
Frankie: Right…

We get on 5th avenue just as the clubs are emptying out.

Me: I’m going do it.
Frankie: Bullshit!
Two girls start coming our way.

Me: Here I go.
Frankie: Let me get a few feet behind you. I don’t want to be involved in any trouble you start.
Me: Last call for dick! [the girls keep walking]
[Frankie is laughing at the fact that I actually did it.]

It continued…

We were walking toward a huge bachelorette set. We moved through the group.

Me: Last call for dick! Last call for dick!
[A few people turn around and some of the guys laugh.]
Frankie [between fits of laughter]: Damn, you have some serious balls. Saying that in a huge crowd of women like that. I couldn’t do that.

We pass a group of black girls.

Me: Last call for dick!
[The group of girls hears us and starts cracking up. Their laughter causes us to laugh.]

And that was the night. Frankie gave my game for the night an “A-” as I drove him home.

Poor Deliveries, Frightened Asians, Lap Dances, and Kissing

Date Occurred: Sept. 26th

Last night, I returned to Stingaree. Even though I didn’t want to shell out $20, the_ninja, fallout, and Gordon were going to be there and I wanted to hang out with them so what could I do? Besides, the night ended up being well worth my money.

Before going out, I pre-gamed at my place. By the time I had walked to the Stingaree, I had pretty good drunk going. I started a conversation with two guys in line and got information about the parties they liked to throw on Fridays.

The CCSD guys were up on the roof, but getting to them was a battle in itself. The place was packed and you had to fight the crowd just to move. While fighting to get to the stairs, I noticed a brunette girl (HB8) staring at me. Not one to turn down a glaring girl, I opened her. I turned to her and said, “I see you staring at me!” She chuckled. We talked for a bit and I got her to give me a kiss on the cheek. I tried to go for the lips, but it didn’t work. This would be a recurring theme up until the very end of the night.

Honestly, for me, most of the night isn’t worth recounting so I’m just going to focus on the four stories that made the night worth every penny.

Event #1: A Failed Delivery

Fallout and I were talking about something and a woman caught my eye. She was pregnant and she had a drink in her hand. Let me repeat that. She’s PREGNANT at a NIGHT CLUB with a DRINK IN HER HAND! That woman is going to be a good mother someday. I turned to her.

Me: What are you drinking?
Her: [something without alcohol]
Me: Good, I was just making sure you weren’t drinking for two.

At the time, I thought I was being funny. The facial expressions of the girl, her friend, and Fallout said otherwise. The friend pulled the pregnant girl away. So much for the preggo-threesome. (Like I really wanted one, yuck!)

Fallout thought the interaction was weird because my delivery was so terrible. My voice was monotone and my I didn’t smile. So I told the joke again with a smile and a better voice. He laughed. So as I expected, there was nothing wrong with my joke after all.

Event #2: Scared Asian

Gordon and I were talking about something while listening to Fallout and the_Ninja run game on a two set when this Asian guy bumped into Gordon. The hit didn’t knock him down, but it was hard enough to make Gordon stagger—this guys obviously meant business. So I turned my attention toward him and started watching him. If this guy was coming my way next, I wanted to avoid him. He looked at me and saw me looking at him. Immediately, he hunched over and started saying, “I’m sorry, I don’t want to fight, please don’t hurt me!” as he moved away from us. Gordon and I watched him amusement. After he was gone, we erupted in laughter.

Me: That was awesome!
Gordon: [I can’t remember.]
Me: Dude, that guy nearly pissed his pants. That alone was worth the $20 I paid for get in. Hell, I’d pay another $20 just to see that again!

Event #3: Lap Dances

I saw an Asian bachelorette party witting at one of the tables. I decided to go in. Maybe I’d get to do another shot off a girl’s boobs. To make a long story short, I ended up giving the bride-to-be a lap dance, but not before they fed me drinks. So I got to give a lap dance (something I love doing) and I got free drinks out of it. Win-win!

That wasn’t the last time I saw them. Gordon hadn’t gotten a kiss-close all night and I wanted him to have one. My goal in life is to have game so good I can get my friends laid. I have a friend in Austin who is older than I am and has never kissed a girl. In two years, I want to take him to South Padre Island with me and get some girls to show him their boobs. Since acquiring that goal, I’ve had a routine I’ve wanted to try out. I decided to test out a similar one with Gordon so see if the approach would even work.

I approached the bachelorette set with Gordon. Specifically, I approached the girl in the set who was most receptive to me when I was in it last time.

Me: This my friend, [Gordon].
HB7: Hi!
Me (said in a sad voice): Gordon has a problem, he’s never been kissed. Will you give him one?

She gave him a kiss on the cheek, but she said she’d do more if she didn’t have a boyfriend. She liked Indian guys. So my plan only worked part of the way.


Event #4: Aggressive Kiss

Earlier, Fallout and I had a discussion about opening. Our opening styles were much different. I liked to make a joke or a snide comment about something a girl does. Fallout liked to open with compliments. He told me to try using his opening style.

One really beautiful girl (HB9) had a really pretty blouse on. I gave her a compliment on that. She was very receptive to the compliment. I would have stayed, but I was in the middle of something and couldn’t commit to her right then.

Toward the end of the night, I saw her with her friend. They were hugging on each other so I decided to comment on it.

Me: Aww, that was so cute!

We talked for a bit and I locked in by sitting next to the girl’s friend (also really hot, but a smoker). I found out it was HB9’s b-day.

HB9: It’s my birthday, you should buy my friend and I birthday shots.
Friend (who knew HB9 was shit-testing me): No, you don’t have to do that.
Me: Sorry, I only buy drinks for girls after kissing them. [I said this solely to deter them from asking me for drinks]
Friend: [A look of shock]
HB9: Okay. [She GRABS MY FACE, pulls it toward her, and gives me a kiss right on the lips. I’ve never had a woman do that to me before.] Now buy us drinks!
Friend: [Even more shocked]

I ended up number-closing the friend. She seemed like a sweet girl. She would be a good girl to be friends with.

The best part: I never had to buy the girls drinks.

One other thing that happened was that I started running game on a girl who didn’t speak English. So I switched to Spanish and tried to get a kiss-close. It didn’t work, but it was first time gaming a girl in another language.


So things to work on:

-Use more compliment openers. They worked well.
-WORK ON MY DELIVERY! Jokes are only funny as their delivery. Don’t be so monotone and smile, smile, smile!
-You may think it’s funny to go for a kiss 2 minutes after meeting a girl, but it won’t work. If you like her, talk to her more.
-Attempt to isolate more.
-It couldn’t hurt to brush up on my Spanish. This is San Diego, after all.

I Still Live!

Hey y'all, I know it's been awhile since I've updated but I'm still out there.

I currently have five things in queue for posting, but I've been so busy with work (I just started my new job) that I've been too tired to finish the stories and post them. Don't worry, updates are coming soon!

The Power of Rejection: Make-Outs Galore and Girl Ping-Pong!

I met up with CCSD last night and told them about the time I kissed ten girls in one night. They asked me to post the FR so here it is. I'm actually surprised I hadn't posted it already. It's one of my bests.
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Date Occured: March 7th 2009


“It's all right
'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown”

-- Imogen Heap in Frou Frou’s “Let Go”


Thursday was not a good day. The girl I wrote about last time put me in the friend zone because she was “uncomfortable about how we met.”

Friday wasn’t good, either. I went downtown and didn’t get a single kiss or number. It’s not that my game was bad, it was that the group I was with wouldn’t stay still long enough for me to run decent game on a set.

But rejection only makes me stronger, and after Thursday I had plenty of fuel for my fire. Besides, I needed to atone for Friday’s transgressions. These two factors combined led to one of the best Saturday nights of my life.

I started out the night pre-drinking at my apartment. I don’t like to drink at parties because they are either serving beer or Everclear punch, neither of which is good. After son vodka and gin, I was ready to go.

At 11 PM, I arrived at the first party of the night. I donated a dollar and get some green beads (it was an early St. Patrick’s day party). Even though I didn’t know it at the time, the beads would come in handy.

Girl wise, this party sucked. The guys were awesome; I had them laughing and feeding me alcohol. The girls, one the other hand, were mostly ugly. And considering how drunk I was, that says quite a bit. I think I made out with one or two of the doable ones, but since it was the beginning of the night, my memory of it is a bit fuzzy. Once I realized there no more girls worth messing with, I left.

I came to my second party of the night, this is where things started getting good. I made out with multiple girls at this party, but one in particular stuck out:

A really hot girl came to the party and walked by me. I stopped her, said something I can’t remember, and then her tongue was down my throat. It was one of the quickest, if not the quickest, k-close I’ve ever done. It only took a minute’s worth of game (if that much) before we started making out with each other.

Eventually, I started hitting on a girl right in front of her boyfriend. I didn’t even notice him until the girl pointed him out when I tried to kiss her. (I could tell she wanted me to, but couldn’t.) Since I didn’t want to get into a fight, I left the party. Besides, I had gotten all I could from the girls there.

The third party of the night was the best of all. I spent the entire party going back and forth between two really hot girls. (Girl ping-pong!)

Here were the two key interactions of the night:

Girl 1: I love your beads.
Me: Well let’s go to the bathroom and maybe you can earn them.
Girl 1: [agrees]

Unfortunately, someone was in the bathroom and she chickened out after that. I couldn’t get her to leave with me either, but I still got kisses from her throughout the night.

Me: I want to give you something.
Girl 2: What?
Me: Close your eyes.
Girl 2: [complies]
Me: [Kisses her]
Girl 2: [playfully] Hey! You tricked me!

I tried to get her to leave with me, but I failed. I still managed to get kisses from her throughout the night.

At one point, I was gaming Girl 2 and Girl 1 came and pulled her away. It was a minor setback, but I managed to recover with Girl 1 and number-closed. I couldn’t find Girl 2 after that, though. Then the party started dying down and I left.

Totals for the night:

Numbers: 1
Kisses: At least ten (on the lips). Five of which were full make-outs.
Pull attempts: 2

Many people curl into a ball after being rejected, but that doesn’t have to be the case. Rejection is a powerful tool. Instead of letting it scare me, I allowed it to fuel my desire to do better next time. I recommend listening to the song “Let Go” by Frou Frou. It’s a song I’ve loved for years, but only recently I realized its relevance to game. The song talks about outcome independence. Just “let go” and “jump in.” It’s alright if you fail because there is “beauty in the breakdown.”


Postscript:

Update: Sept 6 2009

Th most interesting about the third party was that it was at a random apartment full of people I didn't know. I was so drunk by the end of the night that I had randomly wandered in there by mistake and immediately started hitting on the girls. A word of advice from someone who has crashed more than his fair share of parties: If you act like you're supposed to be there, most of the time people will assume you are. I actually didn't meet to the two hosts of the party until I was leaving.

Did A Shot Off A Girl’s Tits (at her expense)

Here we go, my first FR with CCSD.

Date Occurred: August 21


Bar/club game was never strong point. When I was in a bar in Austin, I would fully revert back to an AFC. To make matters worse, I hadn’t opened any sets since I left Austin in late July. I went to Hard Rock on Thursday and felt both out of practice and out of my element. My game was weak and my confidence was shot. I had no idea what I would do to meet women in this city. I became depressed. Yesterday, I went to a bar with Fallout, Frankie, and a few others and the events that took place would give me new confidence.

The night started with a line. I joined Frankie in the guest list line to get in the club and met Fallout. After a few minutes, Fallout started gaming a 2set and was doing quite well. On Frankie’s orders, I moved into to wing him. Fallout introduced me with a good DHV and I started taking who I assumed to the obstacle (the one with glasses). A third girl walked in to the set and I assumed she was with the two girls so I started trying to talk to her as well. I got engaged in conversation with her and another guy, thinking I was handling more obstacles. It turns out that the girl was in our group. Oops! Sorry about that, Fallout.

Once we got inside AA hit so I did what I usually did in bars: got a drink. A few minutes later a girl (HB6.5) walked up next to me to order a drink. I figured it was now or never.

Me: Hey, what’s a good drink for me to order?
HB6.5: Long Island.
Me: How much is that?
HB6.5: $12
Me: Okay, thanks. But before I go, what was you name?
[We exchange names.]

After reuniting with Frankie and Fallout, the three of us decided to go to the roof and that’s when things started to pick up.

I decided to go with a genuine opinion opener: “What are some good places to party in San Diego? I just moved here two days ago.” Most of the sets were very helpful, but only two really stuck out.

Set 1: Party In My Pants

As I was opening another set with the opinion opener I listed above, I got was approached by another girl. I don’t know if she heard me opening other sets or if it was just coincidence.

Girl (HB8): I know a place you can party: my pants. (Looking back, she was wearing a dress and I could have teased her about it.)
Me [stunned]: I don’t know about any of that. I never got an invite to this party and I don’t want to crash it. (Fallout would later tell me I should have gone cocky-funny here).
Girl (laughing): I’ve always wanted to use that line.
Me: How about this one: There’s a party in my pants but no one came.
Girl (laughing): I don’t know if you should be using that one.

We talked for a bit more and I ejected. I was still suffering from shyness at this point.

Set 2: Case of the Overneg

I approached a 3set of blondes with my opener.

Blonde1: So where are you from?
Me: Texas.
Blonde1: Texas sucks. I’m sorry, but it does.
Me: Wow. [Places hands on her two friends] Okay, you girls are cool, but I don’t know about Blonde1.
[Blonde1 tried to get on my good side by singing “Deep in the Heart of Texas.” Instead of rewarding her for trying, I negged her again.]

Blonde2 pulled Blonde1 away after that and Blonde3 followed. That’s what I get for negging too hard. Oh well, I’ll get them next time.

I joined up with Frankie and Fallout again and went over my sets. Fallout and Frankie were both very helpful and cool guys. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. Fallout taught me how to reframe blowouts and Frankie was always leading us to sets (and getting us into clubs). It was after this that I got into the two most awesome sets of the night.

The Bachelorette Set:

On the way to the bar (to get some water), Frankie, Fallout, and I got mixed up in a group of girls having a Bachelorette party. I opened the bride-to-be (HB8), B2B, with “Congratulations!” She had a nice pair of boobs (this becomes important in a little bit).

B2B: Thanks!
Either Frankie or Fallout: When is the wedding?
B2B: October.
B2B (to me): Want to do a shot off my boobs?
Me: What?
One of the Other Girls: [Points to the shot-glass necklace on B2B] You can take a shot with that glass.
B2B: Yeah. You can take a shot while it’s in between my boobs.

This idea pleased me, but I didn’t want to pay money for the shot. So I thought of a better idea.

Me (to B2B): How about you pour some of your drink into the shot glass and I’ll take that. [B2B complied and poured some of her drink in the shot glass.]
B2B: Are you ready?
Me: Yep.
On of the Other Girls: You can’t use your hands, that’s the only rule.
Me: Fine by me. [I bent over and proceeded to suck the liquid out of the shot glass as it rested in between B2B’s beautiful breasts]

Fallout tried to take a picture, but he couldn’t get his camera out in time. It’s all good, man. We’ll get it next time.


The Grand Finale:

By this time, the roof had been closed off so I was stuck downstairs. While walking around downstairs, I spotted a tall, busty girl (HB7) standing at the bar. Tired of using opinion openers, I decided to go direct like Asian Playboy.

Me: I know this is totally inappropriate, but I think you are gorgeous.
Busty: Thank you. That’s not inappropriate at all, that’s really nice.
[We fluffed for a bit]
Busty: I have to go find my friends.
Me: Before you go [points to cheek].
Busty: [kisses my cheek]
Me: [returns the favor and point to my lips]
Busty: [almost does it, but she backed down at the last second]

Darn, but it’s better than I usually do in bars so I can’t complain.

Overall, the night gave me my confidence back. After the first few approaches, it was easy to open and reopen sets. I am no longer afraid to run game in bars, and I have the support of Frankie and Fallout to thank for it. I’m thinking at a later time I’m going to check out Pacific Beach. Stingaree and Hard Rock are nice, but the crowds are older and I like younger girls. Don’t get me wrong, I will go wherever CCSD goes, but my solo project will be Pacific Beach.

The Trip

Nothing much to talk about on the journey from Ft. Worth to San Diego.

The only thing interesting about the drive from Ft. Worth to El Paso was being able to go 80 mph on the freeway. The drive long and the landscape wasn't very pleasing. The land wasn't as flat as I expected it to be, however.

Other than having a couple of run-ins with border patrol, nothing to report about New Mexico. They were forcing all the cars on the freeway to pull into their stations for inspection. It's a good thing I had my passport on me. I ran into them again in Arizona and California. The thing that surprised me the most was that ALL the border patrol agents asked me the same questions:

Where are you coming from?

Why are you here?

What kind of work?

Engineering? Where?

Navy? What base?

Good luck.

I wonder if that's government-mandated.

The drive from Tuscon to San Diego was more interesting. That was my first time driving through a desert so the scenery was unfamiliar. I saw lots of cacti and dust devils along the way. Probably the most interesting part was getting to the are where there were actual sand dunes, like in the Sahara. I got out and took a few pictures.

I was dead tired when I finally got to San Diego. It's actually quite hilly until you get to the coast, even more so than Austin. Very green and beautiful, too.

When I've been here for awhile, I'll make another entry about San Diego.

Cows

Nothing much to report. I just went to the farm with my dad yesterday. My dad, uncle, grandfather, and I had gone to the farm to put up a barbwire fence. Once it was done, Dad took the tractor to the back on the land to check on the cows.

Cows are stupid. I knew this already, but I didn't realize how stupid they were until I saw them up close.

Most animals realize that when doing something hurts, stop doing it. Not cows. Several of the cows started curiously nibbling on the barbwire fence we had put up. They would lick it or take a bite, convulse in pain, and then take another bite a second later. This would go on for a good a ten of fifteen minutes. It was quite amusing. (Hey, I was on a farm in the middle of nowhere, what else am I supposed to do?)

Don't shit where you eat. Most people know this in a literal sense, and even most other animals. Not cows. My dad had trained the cows to follow him using cow treats. Whenever they saw him on the tractor, they'd come running towards him. Dad coaxed the cows to come into the new area we had created with the fencing by dumping a pile of cow treats in the area. Almost all the cows entered the area immediately and started eating. And pissing. And shitting. ALL IN THE SAME PLACE! I'm honestly surprised cows don't die from their own filth.

Of course, the flip side of all this is that if cows were smarter, they'd be much harder to kill and that means less beef for everyone. That's not a world I want to live in.

But yeah, that's pretty much all that's happened recently. I'm making the big move to California soon. Expect updates when I'm on the road.

The Most Evil Game I Have Ever Run

Date Occurred: July 14

CAUTION: If you think of me as a nice guy who cares about people and always takes the high road and you want to keep thinking this, don’t read this FR. Even I am surprised by my behavior. You have been warned!

Tonight started differently than most of my other nights because it started with absinthe. I had bought a bottle a long time ago, but was saving it for when I finally moved out of my apartment and got a job. Well, I got the job in San Diego and will be moving out at the end of July so it was time to drink up and crash a frat party.

After an insignificant adventure with some random people I met on the street, I eventually parted ways with them and went to frat party. Despite all the absinthe, I was still sober. I eventually started talking to a cute (HB7) girl about absinthe. There are a lot of myths about absinthe and I corrected her. I’m only mentioning this because it led to a discussion of the famous writers and artists who drink absinthe. I won points with her because I knew my absinthe-drinkers and she was an art history major. I would eventually get her number later in the night, but this story isn’t about her.

I used my playful teasing on a really cute blonde (HB8). I said she was a trouble maker who was being nice and flirty with me just to get some of my absinthe. Then I pretended to be mad at her for being a business major. I told her, “We’d fight all the time and I’d win because I’m an engineer.” I ended up getting a kiss on the cheek from her. Unfortunately, this story isn’t about her, either.

This story is about a girl I’m calling HBpickedon (HB7). This girl didn’t get her name because she was picked on in high school, she got her name because a group of people (myself including) were making fun of her. And not in the playful way, either.

Long story short, one of the guys in the frat had gotten drunk and made out with her. According to him and his female friends, she was “ugly.” This caused him to ridicule and scorn her once his friends started picking on him about it. This made her cry.

[I’m going to pause for a second and say this. There was nothing wrong with HBpickedon. She wasn’t ugly by any stretch. In fact, she was cute. She had a wonderful personality, too. I had talked with her earlier and had a good conversation with her. Really sweet girl, definitely not a bitch. The only thing I could hold against her was that she was a smoker. She in no way deserved any of what she had already gotten and what we were about to give her.]

I didn’t come into the picture until after her first crying session. The guy and his friends were joking about him kissing HBpickedon and I joined in. I told him “Hey, you’re doing good work. You sleeping with the ugly girl means we don’t have to.” I started fake crying, Glenn Beck style. “Taking one for the team, I’m so proud of you. YOU’RE A HERO, MAN!!!” Everyone in the group thought I was hilarious. HBpickedon was standing right behind us listening us all bust on her. She went off into a corner and cried again. Note: The entire time, I knew he was talking about HBpickedon, but I joined in anyway. This guy had really hot girls (HB7.5 and above) in his group and I wanted to gain rep with them so I joined them in mauling HBpickedon’s already wounded self-esteem. But that’s not the worst part this story.

Despite all the nasty things I said about her, she still liked me because I had been nice to her to her face. Even though I was busting on her with that group of people, she didn’t process that I was one of the people making fun of her (alcohol: nature’s mulligan generator). For this reason, I was still in good with her. Used to this to my advantage. At one point I hugged her, rubbed her back, told her not to feel down, and gave her a little bit of my absinthe (yes, I had brought a flask with me) because it would “make her feel better.” By this point she was really into me. I made fun of her behind her back to gain social proof while playing the “sympathetic nice guy” to her face to get her to like and trust me (it was attraction and comfort at once). I was a perfect double agent, but that’s not the worst part of this story either.

This is the worst part of the story. During HBpickedon’s crying/emotional sessions, I had been hitting on other girls (the first two girls I mentioned and a few more). However, this other guy, [Jack] had only been hitting on HBpickedon. Unlike me, he hadn’t been making fun of her. He wasn’t even there when the drama took place. Jack had spent most of the night working on HBpickedon and getting her buying temperature up. They were chatting and dancing, but I don’t think he kissed her. Jack was a good guy who did everything right. Eventually, HBpickedon wanted to leave the party. She kissed Jack goodbye (on the cheek) and went on her way.

I wanted to say goodbye to HBpickedon as well. After all, I liked her. We said our goodbyes and we hugged. She kissed me on the cheek. This wasn’t enough so I moved in to kiss her on the lips and she complied. If that had been it, I would have been happy, but we both wanted more. So we did a quick make-out. Then she left. I was really happy about this, as I had not made-out with a girl since early May. I had kissed girls on the lips since then, but hadn’t made-out with them. I was back in the game. Her friend (HB7) was also leaving. I had only talked to this girl briefly, but I was on high from kissing HBpickedon. Using that energy, I managed to kiss her friend too.

By this time the party was wrapping up. I was outside in the backyard of the frat house and was heading inside so I could leave the party. As I was walking in, who did I see? HBpickedon. I thought she was laving, but apparently, she had forgotten something. I number closed her as we both walked back inside the house. This time she had to go for real so I kissed her goodbye one last time. I heard a familiar voice mutter, “Oooo!” I glanced in the direction of the sound to see Jack and friend watching us. Ouch! After that, I left the party without saying goodbye to Jack.

I felt bad about what I did. Jack had been working on the girl for most of the night, and I came in and made-out with her. He was nice to her and got nothing yet I made fun of her behind her back and kissed and number closed her. This was my first time actually stealing a girl another guy had been gaming. It was selfish and it the fact that I thought the guy was cool just made it worse, but at the same time I had needs.

Overall Personal Assessment:

The Good:

• Finally got another make-out. It means I’m back in the game; being sober rocks!
• I did finally did start taking some risks. That’s how I kissed HBpickedon’s friend. I just went for it.
• I made friends with everyone and got people laughing. Since being funny is something I’m working on, this was a sign of progress.
• I wasn’t nervous this time. The last couple of times I went out sober, I was nervous because I hadn’t gone sober in awhile. And yes, despite all the drinking I was still sober because I drank on a full stomach.

The Bad:

• Still having trouble escalating. For example, I didn’t kino the girl I had the absinthe debate when we were isolated. She even gave me verbal IOIs. One that sticks out was, “You’re like my best friend at this party!”
• It took me until the very end of the party to actually kiss some girls when, looking back, I could have kissed a few of the earlier. One of the other girls I had been hitting on that I didn’t mention (an HB8.5) and I were isolated while waiting for the bathroom. I had made a joke about how I could use my superior strength to take her spot in line (it was just us two, but she was in front of me). There was no one else around so I could have kissed her. I may have been able to pull her into the bathroom. We had been joking about my “black mamba” earlier in the night and I could have played that up and used it to get her into the bathroom with me.
• In retrospect, I should have tried to get HBpickedon to come to my place. She came with four friends, but all of them liked me (especially the one I kissed) and probably wouldn’t have given me any trouble.

The Ugly:

• This was the most diabolical thing I’ve ever done. The worst thing is I have no idea where it came from. I was acting completely out of character last night.
• I used to get picked on a lot in high school so I had tried my best to never pick on anyone, which was why I was hesitant to add playful teasing to my game when I first started out. Yet here I was being cruel to a girl who didn’t deserve it for my own selfish popularity gains, just like high school. The girls, while hot, weren’t even that great personality wise. One wasn’t even going to college; she just worked at an ice cream store full-time. I lost interest in them and chased other girls.
• I played the “nice guy who cares” angel to HBpickedon’s face, making her into me, while busting on her behind her back to gain popularity with the girls mentioned above.
• I took HBpickedon away from Jack, who was being the kind gentleman. This was the first time I ever took a girl from another guy.

Ryan Goes Sober II: Murphy's Sneak Attack

Date Occurred: July 11 2009

Murphy’s law: Everything that can go wrong, will go wrong.

It’s not always true, but it has a tendency of making itself known when least expected. This report is not one of success. Sure, I gained some victories, but my ultimate goal was not met. Part of it can be blamed on Murphy, but I think the bigger problem was me. So with that said, I need your help. As you read this FR, keep this question in mind, “What could Ryan have done better?” And comment telling me what you think.

What I’ve noticed that is that confidence goes a long way. If you act like you’re supposed to be at a party, people are more likely to accept your presence there. I’ve done it twice already. The door guards at the frat were excluding non-members and non-rushees, but because I showed no hesitation and acted like there was no problem with me being there the bouncer decided let me in. I seemed like a nice guy, he said.

That confidence quickly melted away once I got inside. The thought sarging sober had sunk in and made me nervous. I had AA and my body language was tense. So I did what I usually did when I got like this: talked to the guys to warm up the social muscles and get rid of AA. Sadly, it didn’t work too well. Set after set of girls were going by and I wasn’t doing anything.

Most of the guys I talked to were friendly. There was the occasional douchebag, but that’s expected at a frat party. I was tired of talking to just guys so I made a few warm approaches, girls I had met at other parties or knew me from other events. Two of them were girls I met last night, they were very friendly, but I figured I could do better in the looks department. So I ejected with plans to come back later if I couldn’t hook anything better.

There are only three sets here that matter. Yeah, it’s a small number but when you consider what was going on in one particular set you will see why.

After each set, I will talk about what I think I did right, and what I think I did wrong. One advantage of being sober is that I can breakdown and analyze my own approaches because I am more aware of what is going on. I’d like you guys to comment on these analyses as well. Unlike with most of my nights, I didn’t remember much of actual dialogue, but I do remember more of what when down. So my recollections will be based less on words and more on actions.

Set #1: Blonde (HB7.5) and Brunette (HB7)

This was the first set that hooked. Brunette was occupied by other things (she was watching the beer pong table) so I talked to the Blonde. I don’t remember what I opened with, but it was something mundane. Either I said, “Hi” or commented on the beer pong game going on. I’ve learned from experience that openers don’t really matter, anyway.

Being sober gave me the advantage of being able to do the playful teasing that has worked so well for me. When drunk, I’m not witty enough to pull it off. She told me she hadn’t played beer pong in awhile. So I made a joke about how she was “Jonesing for beer pong.” She thought it was funny. I’d touch her shoulder lightly whenever I’d ask her a question about a new subject. When she told me she was a business major, I used a technique that usually works well for me. I pretend to lose all interest in her and turn away. Then when she gets upset I turn around and give her hug and say, “I’m just messing with you.” Out of the dozens of times I’ve used this technique, it has only backfired on me twice. I eventually got her number. Sadly, that’s as far as the interaction went. Most of my time went to the next girl.

Analysis:

Good:

• I kinoed at natural times (whenever I was changing the subject). It wasn’t just random touching. Nor did I just hang on to her.
• I managed to keep up the playful teasing and didn’t to the interview material that I usually talk about when I get too drunk.
• I got her to laugh, which is something I’ve been working on. It shows I’m taking steps forward.

Bad:

• I was too nervous to push interaction further. I should have tried to isolate her.
• I was worried about Brunette cockblocking me so I was afraid to try anything. Blonde introduced me to Brunette and we all talked for a bit, but eventually Brunette went back to paying to attention to whatever she was paying attention to, leaving us alone. This was a cue that Brunette had no problem with me hitting on Blonde. I was just too afraid to take it further.

Set #2: HBOpen (HB7.5)

I saw a girl, HBOpen, standing close to a group, but not really in it. When I approached HBOpen she was almost immediately attracted to me. She had probably been drinking quite a bit. At one point during our initial interaction, she said she “wanted to put me in her pocket and take me home.” She initiated kino and I followed suit. We talked about various things. I used that false takeaway technique I mentioned above on her at some point as well. I can’t remember where exactly I used it, though.

We separated for a bit for some reason. I don’t remember the reason, but I do remember not being at fault. After some time, I reopened her and we talked some more. She was standing by herself again. This time I talked more. She asked my age and I told her to guess. She guessed high and I laughed at her about it. She kept kinoing me and told me how funny I was. I got her number.

This is when Murphy came in. We entered a set with her brother. Everything was good at first. He was a cool guy, a little touchy-feely, but cool. He was really drunk and doing flips for us. I kept cracking jokes about it with HBOpen and the other guy in the set. Then all of a sudden, three guys came up and kicked HBOpen’s brother out of the party. Long story short, he had apparently gotten too touchy feely with a few of the guy’s girlfriends and the guys got the wrong idea. It was curve ball I couldn’t have prevented or seen coming. The reason doesn’t really matter here what does matter is that this event distracted HBOpen for much of the party. Suddenly her attention wasn’t focused on me anymore. I tired to compete, but it’s hard to beat out drama like that.

I did find one point where we were isolated and that was when I tried the pull attempt:

Me: I’m leaving in a bit. Would you like to come with me?

HBOpen: Where are you going?

Me: My apartment.

HBOpen: What are we going to do there.

Me: Hang out.

HBOpen: Right…

Me (starts slipping up): No, there’s some cool stuff I want to show you.

HBOpen: What kind of stuff?

Me: Uhh… music.

She had me and she knew it. She refused. Nothing else work mentioning happened between us. Sadly, I spent most of my time working on this girl only to have nothing come out of it.

Analysis:

Good:

• Once again, kept things going with playful teasing.
• I kept things cool by making her laugh.
• I made a pull attempt. Not only was it my first in awhile, but it was my first time doing one alone and sober.

Bad:

• I didn’t kino nearly enough. As much as this girl was touching me and giving me verbal IOIs, I should have my arms around her.
• Stood around like a chode a couple of times.
• I totally messed up the pull attempt. I think I was way too passive. I instead of “would you like to come with me?” I think I should have tried, “Are you ready to go?” Or “Let’s get out of here.”
• Also when she asked me what we were going to do at my apartment, I didn’t have a good reply. Something to say here would be nice.
• There were multiple times I could have kissed-closed her, but I was too worried about being denied (yeah, this shocks me too). When I finally did try to do it, too many other things had happened and the logistics here now bad.

Set #3:

I’m only mentioning this set because I got AMOGed due to my hesitation. HBOpen was walking with two other girls and I joined their set. HBOpen went to the bathroom and I was left with the two girls. Both of them seemed very interested in talking to me. I saw standing up they were sitting down. Eventually two other guys came up. One knew them (I think) and the other one knew the guy who knew the girls. The second guy asked me how the girls were. I said they were cool. The first guy had already sat down next to the first girl. The second guy, after I answered the question, sat down next to the second girl, the cute redhead. I was now the odd man out of a set I had been doing good with. I ejected.

Analysis:

Good:

• Kept things interesting and had them hooked.

Bad:

• I really didn’t know how to answer that guy’s question. What should I have said when the guy asked me “How are the girls?”
• Lock in, lock in, lock in! I didn’t lock in. I thought about it, but didn’t do it. And that hesitation to lock in cost me the set.
• And that was the night.
• So anyway, I want your opinions. What do you think I could have done better? How could I have handled those bad situations better?

P.S.

I found out the next day that HBOpen was still in high school and considering when she was supposed to graduate, she was probably underage. While it sucks that I didn't f-close her, getting arrested for statutory rape would have sucked even more.

Bad News...

The roadtrip isn't happening. Plans fell through with the person that was supposed to go with me so I'm postponing it until a later date. I'm still going to San Diego to look for an apartment, but the adventure-laden trek across the western United States will have to wait.

But that's the bad news.

The good news is I've moved out of my old apartment, which means I can start posting stories about all the things that have happened to me these last few weeks. As for South Dakota, I'm not sure if anything I did there is story worthy. I'll have to look at the events and see.

Coming soon...

I just got back from South Dakota a couple of nights ago and just got back to Austin yesterday. I'm moving out of my apartment here at the end of week so don't expect anything for the next couple of weeks.

That said, I have had some pretty good adventures these last couple of weeks so expect me to post stories about those and a few entries about my trip to South Dakota. Stay tuned!

Moving Forward...

This is the beginning of the end of the "college" chapter of my life. In a couple of weeks I will be leaving Austin for the foreseeable future. I might comeback on vacation, but I don't see myself living here, or anywhere else in Texas, ever again. Don't get me wrong I love Austin, but I need a change of scenery. I've lived in Texas my whole life: seventeen years in Ft. Worth and four in Austin. I want to spend the next twenty or so in other places.

I've already started boxing up my books and other non-essentials. Some of it will come with me to California, but most of it will be left with my parents. As a result of all the growing i've done these last four years, some of the things I used to think were important don't really matter anymore. One example being my drawing books. In high school and my first year of college I used to draw quite a bit, but now I do more writing than anything. I write on this blog for fun, but I also have a novel I want to get published.

Speaking of California, XIII and I have been tossing around the idea of a road trip from Austin to San Diego. I planned on going to San Diego at least once before I moved out there so I figured I'd make an adventure of it. Besides, the eighteen hour drive will be less painful if it's split up. So far, the plan is to hit El Paso, TX; Phoenix, AZ; Las Vegas, NV, Los Angeles, CA; and finally San Diego, CA. El Paso is mainly just a stop to take a break. Most of the focus will be on Las Vegas and LA since both cities have plenty to do. If we do go through with the idea, expect a log of our adventures.

Since one of the things I plan to do while in San Diego is travel to the apartments I've been looking at on the internet, expect a small update on that as well. This will happen whether I go on the road trip or not because if I'm not taking a car, I'm taking a plane.

There are a lot of things coming together right now so expect quite a few updates within the next month.

Tonight Sucked!

Tonight was very anti-climatic. None of the frat parties were letting people in and the one party I did get into had only ten people. Only one was a girl and not only was she taken, but she was unattractive. There was nothing else around campus either. Thousands of people here for the summer and not a single one throwing a good party on a Saturday night.

It looks like I'll just have to be extra crazy when I go to South Dakota next weekend. Ah, who am I kidding? What the hell am I going to do in South Dakota--with my parents around?

Going Sober

I'm going to party sober tonight (assuming my stomach feels better) and tomorrow. I don't know how things will turn out, but I'm optimistic considering how well it went last time.

Nine Circles of Drunkeness

Based on the nine circle of Hell as portrayed in Dante’s Inferno, I decided to do a spoof called the Nine Circles of Drunk to describe the stages I, and many others, go through when drinking.

First Circle – Buzzed:

I’m starting to feel the alcohol, but it’s not nearly enough to do anything significant. I’m still the same person I am when I’m sober, just a little light-headed. If I’m at this level, I’m either about to start drinking more or only had a drink because it was bought for me. For me, “buzzed” is not a fun place to be. On and empty stomach, one drink (anything containing as a shot’s worth of 40% alcohol) is enough to get me here.

Second Circle – Loose:

Just as the name suggests, I start to loosen up. If I am tense for any reason, I will loosen up when I get to this stage. My muscles ease and my body language becomes more relaxed. Even though there is no dancing going on, dancing starts to sound like a good idea. It takes two to three drinks to get me here. Driving is still possible at this stage, but I would prefer not to.

Third Circle – Tipsy:

My vision start being affected and my fingers, toes, and face become a little numb. I become more talkative and start thinking I’m the most interesting person in the room. I’m not yet at my full potential, but I become much funnier at this level. By this time I am usually singing to the music or dancing if I’m feeling frisky. It is also at this level that I acquire the infamous “drunken greed.” Drunken greed is the desire for more alcohol that comes with getting drunk. Unless I have some compelling reason not to, I will start drinking more.

Fourth Circle – Bliss:

This is the perfect level for me. I have just enough alcohol in me to be absolutely fearless, but am still sober enough to be smart about it. The lack of inhibitions causes me to stop second guessing myself and my humor and wit flow naturally. It is at this level that I have the highest chance either closing a girl having it mean something or getting further with a girl than I have ever gotten before. I was at this level when I got that girl to play with my balls in the “Testicle Report.” Unfortunately, this level is very hard to reach and I have not been able to determine the exact number of drinks it takes me to get here. Due to drunken greed I gain during the tipsy stage, I will continue to drink even if I’ve reached this level. By this time, crossing into the fifth circle is inevitable.

Fifth Circle – Drunk:

My fingers, toes, and face are numb, and it takes my brain a bit to process any information that comes from them. I will approach and talk to just about anyone, but will get bored with many of them and walk off. I become very touchy-feely at this stage. I am still funny, but I start to slip up. I was this level when I was making out with HBgrab in the “Female Body Inspection” story. I had slipped up a few times during the interaction (she didn’t get some of my jokes), but I was obviously able to recover. My timing also starts to fail and I go for closes long before it is appropriate. My vision is blurred around the edges and all the girls in the room start looking hotter. It is at this point, that I stop caring about whether or not a girl smokes.

Sixth Circle – Wasted:

This when things start to get bad. Not only will I go for smokers, but even fat girls start to become targets. Fact and fiction become arbitrary terms with no meaning. I will say anything to keep the conversation going the way I want it to, even if it isn’t true. By this time, I will get a few girls opening me because I acquired quite a bit of social proof during the fourth and fifth circles. I will start out doing good, but the chance of me making an irreparable error is extremely high. I will either weird her out, piss her off, or make a poor first impression. I was at this level when I played with that girl’s nipples in the “Female Body Inspection” story. That story ended early because I forgot her name. Now you know why.

Seventh Circle – Smashed:

There’s a huge gap between this level and the previous one. I have to either be drinking excessively on an empty stomach or drinking powerful stuff to reach this level. A this level, I will say whatever is on my mind, and mean whatever is on my mind. I weird out some people and piss off others, as I have no regard for what I say. I don’t care, either. The universe revolves around me, and it’s not my fault if people can’t handle my brilliance. I will flirt with any girl because I think all of them are hot. It is at this level that most people will stop trying to talk to me. I am no longer amusing, but annoying. I have destroyed a few weak friendships at this level and ruined the potential of many more. It is also at this level that it becomes hard for me to understand what people are saying.

Eighth Circle – Fucked-in-a-half:

This is the level where I can black out for entire segments of time. I was at that level when I crashed a guys apartment party the Saturday after Halloween. The hottest girl at the party (a sexy redhead) was loving me until I said something to piss her off. The next thing I remembered was waking up in my room the next morning wearing the same clothes I had on last night and had a monster headache. I have no control over anything at this point, as the only part of my body that works is my penis. Even then I doubt I could get it up with this much alcohol in me. I have only been twice: the time I just told you about, and the second part of my 21st b-day party where I had 7 shots of absinthe and 7 other drinks.

Ninth Circle – Oblivion:

At this level I remember almost nothing. The only memories I will have the next morning are two or three images or segments of memory that are only a few seconds long. I have only been this drunk twice. The first was during the first part of my 21st b-day. I had managed to get down 21 shots and was messed up beyond belief. I remember very little of what actually happened that night, but according to those there with me I did the following:

· Made without with a 30 year-old woman in front of both her girlfriend and boyfriend because she told me she was only 23.
· Tried to go to the bathroom, but kept trying to go through the wall instead of using the door. XIII had to grab me and guide me to the door. How I pissed without incident remains a mystery to this day.
· Gave a random girl my driver’s license because she told me to and I thought she was the bouncer. Then I accidentally hit her friend in the face trying to get it back once I realized what was going on. The real bouncer just laughed.

Supposedly, I did some other things, but my friend won’t tell me because they want to preserve my sense of self-respect.

Future Fest: Ryan Goes Sober (Part 2)

12 AM to Departure

For the first part of the night, I focused on myself and establishing a base, a group of people I could always come back to when I didn’t feel like opening new sets. Since I would be hanging with them, I could sit around and do nothing without losing value. I got opened by people who gave me more social proof and added even more to my value by giving me items. At this point, I was in the highest state I could possibly be. Time to focus on girls!

I had reunited with my original group. By this time Will and Mike had joined us along with Lee and another girl, [Betty]. Betty was hot, but she seemed to be the boyfriend of either Will or Mike so I stayed away; there were plenty of other targets.

We started a dance off with a random girl (HB7), [Linda], who was by our group. Will showed her his dance and she non-verbally graded him. I saw Will giving her more energy than he was getting from her so I decided to wingman.

Me: Now, show us what you can do!
Linda: But I don’t have anything.
Me: Excuses, excuses, get to work!

Linda started dancing for us and I showed her my dance moves. I talked to her a bit after and did some light kino. She went off to find her friend, but I ended up running into her again a few minutes later. We talked some more and took a picture together (by the way, a good way to open sets is to get them to take a picture of you). After a few minutes, her friend, who was much hotter (HB8.5) than Linda, showed up. I introduced myself as “Autobot” and she gave me her raver name. She also gave me one of her bracelets using the same ritual as Fred. After talking with them some more, I ejected. Unfortunately, I would never see Linda’s friend again. I would see Linda one more time, but she was so messed up on drugs, I didn’t bother talking to her.

After wandering around for a bit, I took a break to ponder my situation. I had pretty much thrown out the idea of getting laid at Future Fest. For starters, since people had come in from all over Texas, the logistics of taking a girl home were too complicated. Second, there were cops and security officers everywhere so an in-venue lay was impossible. Finally, I just wasn’t in the mood. I didn’t have any intention of hooking up with people. I just wanted to practice my game sober and get a few kisses.

By this time, the place had started getting crowded. After a few minutes of moving to the front of the dance floor, I got opened by some other friends I knew from college. We chatted and caught up with each other. I casually turned around to see two really hot girls, [Amy and May], (both HB8s) with lots of glow stuff. One of them would be my first kiss-close of the night. I wasn’t nervous at all.

Me: How much does it cost to buy one of your glow-bracelets?
Amy: What? [she looked confused.]
Me: How much are you selling those bracelets for?
Amy: I’m not selling them. If you want one, I’ll just give you one.

She gave me a bracelet and I instigated kino by getting her to put it on my wrist for me. I did the same thing with May. I put on my Kanye glasses and the girls immediately wanted a picture with me. We took one with my camera and one with theirs. Amy and I talked about where we were from and when I mentioned I was also from DFW but going to school in Austin, she started to get really into me. I got Amy to give kiss me on the cheek afterwards. I was on the verge for making Amy my target for the night, but then she dropped a bomb on me. “This is our first rave because in Dallas you have to be 17 to go these and we’re only 16,” she said. That’s right, I just spent the last 20 minutes running game on and kiss-closing a 16 year-old. I’ve never felt so dirty in my life.

The most of the remaining time was spent taking pictures with people. Most of these people were hot topless women who had painted themselves (both hired guns and regular girls). I was nervous the first time I did it, but after that there was no fear. I would recommend it for anyone. Asking a topless woman to take a picture with you is an excellent way to get rid of AA. Not once was I turned down for a picture. The best part was taking a pic with Boobie Girl 2 and getting a kiss on the cheek from her. That was my first time getting a kiss from a redhead. I did end up finally meeting with Leroy and his crew. I didn’t hang out with them much, but I would spend the last hour I was there with them.

The night climaxed around 4:30 AM. I was dancing with Jason, Todd, Earl, and a girl they knew from highschool, [Tara], when I saw a beautiful woman, [Eden], (HB8.5) dancing by herself. I decided to go direct, Asian Playboy style.

Me [comes up and places a hand on her shoulder, causing her to turn toward me]: I know this is totally inappropriate, but I think you are gorgeous.
Eden [makes an “aww that’s so sweet" motion with her body]: [She then says something I can’t hear. The music was REALLY loud.]
Me: What?
Eden: What?
Me: I can’t hear you!
Eden: What?
Me (thinking): This isn’t going to go anywhere if we can’t hear each other. [I touch her shoulder and point to a place further from the music. She nods and follows.]
Me: What’s your name?
Eden: Eden.
Me: A beautiful name for the beautiful woman. [I kiss her hand.]
Eden: [wraps her arms around me.]
Me (thinking): The time for speaking is over. [I point to my lips. She takes the hint and we kiss, ending a three week long dry spell. I got her number just in time because her friends found her a few seconds later.]

Not only was she hottest girl I kissed that night, but she was the hottest girl I’ve kissed EVER. And I did it while sober. Until then, all the girls I had kissed were in the HB6.5-7.5 range. I had made out with a girl I thought was a HB9 while drunk, but she turned out to only be a HB6.75 when I sobered up.

So that was it. Twelve hours of the not only the best party I’ve ever been to, but some of the best game I’ve ever run. No alcohol required, just lots of caffeine to stay awake. Now that I know what I am capable of while sober, I will continue to sarge sober more often. I’m going to take my game to next level, one sober step at a time.


Overall Personal Assessment:

Considering that it was my first night sarging sober in awhile, I think I did pretty well. In fact, I did much better than I had these last few weeks. My body language was solid the entire night. Both girls and guys were leaning into me and “pecking.” I did lean in a few times myself, but only if they were leaning in. People were opening me left and right and that NEVER happens to me. In retrospect, I should have taken that as an indication to move closer. Hindsight is 20/20. There was one failed kiss-close that I think I could have played better. She had given me several IOIs and even went out of her way to tell me she had broken up with her boyfriend. She gave me the “find me when you are about to leave” line. (Sadly, she left before I did.) Comfort was probably an issue, but I think the main problem was location. Her ex-boyfriend’s roommates had been sitting with her before I arrived. They had left, but could easily come back at any time. I should have isolated her.


Once again, any comments are welcome.

Future Fest: Ryan Goes Sober (Part 1)

Date Occurred: June 27

Note: This will be the longest FR I’ve ever made. It was 12 hour event with so many important occurrences that all added up to make the night what it was. Even after rereading it and cutting out the stuff that wasn’t really important, there is still quite a bit. That said, I know you guys will enjoy it. This will be in two parts, the second being much better than the first. I didn’t plan it that way, but most of my nights hit their climax toward their end. If you just want to skip to the second part, I won’t hold it against you.

And as usual, criticism of my both writing style and performance is ALWAYS welcome.

It was finally time Future Fest, a massive electronic music festival that I have been waiting for since the beginning of June. Along with it being the best 12 consecutive hours of my life up that point, it caused me to realize multiple (positive) things about myself. For the first time in awhile I would be partying completely sober. It made all the difference.

Arrival to 12 AM

I arrived at the venue (a giant warehouse-like building) at 5:45 PM. The doors didn’t open until 8, but I wanted to park in a place that didn’t require a telescope to see the venue. I was supposed to meet up with a friend, [Leroy], and his crew, but they were not there yet. Fine by me, the venue hadn’t opened yet and I still needed to pick up my ticket.

Before I got into game, I used to stand quietly in line and keep to myself. Now, I can’t stay in line for ten minutes without striking up a conversation with the people next to me. The two guys in front of me, [Mike and Lee], were students at UNT and came down to Austin just for Future Fest. Since I was from the Dallas-Ft. Worth area, I used this to establish common ground. We joked about how much it sucked waiting in line on such a hot day (it was over 100 degrees). I told them it wouldn’t matter because everyone going to be sweaty and nasty once the dancing started. The two of them told me I could hang out with them by their van after I picked up my ticket.

I showed up at their van and let Mike introduce me (it gives more social proof than if I had done it myself) to all of his friends. He had an interesting crew of people. [Jason and Earl] were recent highschool graduates who in a band with [Todd], who as still in highschool. The “leader” of the group, [Will], was also a recent highschool graduate and the owner of the van (a classic Volkswagen). It turned out that they were all from Austin. Mike and Lee were just attending UNT as students. Earl was attending a community college with hopes of transferring to UT.

Despite being so young, these guys knew how to party. It wasn’t long before we were all having a good time and attracting other people to our van. A girl came by and asked us all to sign her beach ball. One guy, who was in the Navy, came over with an interesting gift for us.

Having spent 4 years in Austin, I’m no stranger to the rave scene. However, all of my experience with raving had been in upscale nightclubs in downtown Austin. Ecstasy was everywhere, but that was pretty much the only thing you’d see there. To my surprise, he guy from the Navy offered us coke in board daylight in front of lots of people. Will took him up on the offer and the two of them did a line in his van. It shocked me at first, after a few minutes I stopped worrying. If no one else cared, neither would I.

Seeing the line of people at the door getting longer and longer, Jason, Earl, Todd, and I decided to go wait in line. Will and Mike decided to stay at the van. Lee went to pick up some more people. While in line, the three told me about their band and how they were about to start recording their second album. After a few minutes, two people who knew Todd came up to us: a guy, [Tim], and his girlfriend, [Rosy].

I’m only mentioning them because Rosy would provide us with one of the funniest events at the party—and possibly one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen in my life. Rosy saw one of her friends from 100 yards away and shouted out her name. Both Rosy and her friend are incredibly fat and they are also wearing bikinis (standard rave attire, apparently). As soon as her friend sees Rosy, the two of them start running towards each other across their field like couples in those cheesy romantic movies. Imagine this: Two incredible fat girls running to each other at full speed. Since they are wearing bikinis, fat in all kinds of places is moving and jiggling in all directions. And finally the two of them uniting and chubby embrace.

Jason, Todd, and I saw the whole thing and we probably could have heard them huffing and puffing afterwards if we weren’t laughing so hard. Earl, whose back was turned to the “show,” wanted to know what was so funny. We told him he missed it and it was time to go inside. Let Future Fest begin!

The four of us cheered as the first blast of cool air hit our faces. Thank science for air conditioning! The reason I like dance parties is because it is really easy to get in state. The energy is naturally high and if you have other high-energy people with you it makes things easier. Mystery says the dancefloor is a trap, but I’ve never had anything but good experiences on the dancefloor. We started up a dance circle and a random girl (and HB6) joined us. We didn’t talk, just danced. (I would eventually see her again and get a picture with her).

After a few minutes of dancing I told the guys I was going to look around the venue. Besides, I had to find a bathroom. I was feeling better because of the dancing, but still too shy to talk to girls. Like I said, this was my first time doing sober cold approaches in months.

While I was looking for the bathroom, I passed by a body-paint stand where a topless woman (HB5), [Boobie Girl 1], was getting painted. One nipple was painted and, much to my excitement, the other wasn’t. I got to see one of her boobs in all its natural, unpainted glory. And that was all it took. I hadn’t talked to a girl yet and I had already seen some boobies. I knew it was going to be a good night.

I continued to explore the building. The place was huge. Not only was there a massive dancefloor inside, but there were two more outside. Each played a different kind of music—all electronic, just different genres. There was also an upstairs dancefloor. On my way back to reunite with the group, I got opened by a guy, [Fred], and the girl he was with. He asked me if this was my first rave.

I guess I stood out more than I anticipated. I was wearing navy blue cargo shorts and blue, short-sleeved button-down with a white under shit underneath, night-club attire. My raving gear consisted of two glowsticks, a glow necklace, and a pair of those infamous Kanye West sunglasses (unlike Kanye’s, mine lit up). Since I was in unfamiliar territory, my goal was to blend in. Ironically, by trying to blend in I ended up standing out. Because I was wearing nice clothing that didn’t glow in the dark, light with up LED displays (yes, there are shirts that do this), or didn’t reflect light, I was different. I was remarkable for being so unremarkable.

Fred and I talked and he told me I needed a rave name. He dubbed me “Autobot” and gave me one of his bracelets with a small Transformers toy attached to it. We held hands, fingers interlocked, and he transferred the bracelet from his wrist to mine while chanting, “Peace, love, and raving. You are [my real name] no longer, you are now Autobot!”

The last significant event that occurred before midnight was me stopping by the body-paint stand again. This time a hot redhead (HB9), [Boobie Girl 2], was getting painting. As some of you know, I have fetish for redheads. She was just getting started so both her beautiful, redhead-pink nipples were exposed. I was in heaven. That was my first time ever seeing a redhead’s nipples in real life. The night could have ended right there and I would have been happy. I “watched the artist work” for a good ten minutes, taking one last look back as I finally decided to walk away. I would be seeing her again.

To be continued...

Apartment Hunting Part 1

I've been searching for apartments in San Diego online. My goal is to get an apartment that is in a central location, close to both downtown and where I'm going to be working. I don't want to have to drive more than 30 minutes to work, preferably no more than 20.

I don't consider myself to be picky when it comes to places I want to live, but the amenity I MUST have is my own washer and dryer. For two years I had to deal with not having my own washer and dryer. Not only do you have to compete for machine usage, but you have to deal with other people taking out your clothes. For this reason, you have to be up and around waiting for your clothes to get done. Worse still is the cost. You have to pay money every time you want to wash and it's even worse if your clothes don't get completely dry on the first run.

My first apartment came with its own washer and dryer and it was awesome. I put my clothes in the washer and go to sleep or, better yet, leave my apartment and do other stuff. Much to my surprise, this amenity isn't very common in San Diego. The only apartments that have it seem to be the very upscale ones, and they have high rents because of all their other amenities.

While I'm on the subject of amenities, you have to wonder about some of them at these upscale apartments. Some of them are important, like high speed Internet, air conditioning (yes, this is advertised as an amenity in California), or hardwood floors (God help if you have carpet in your living room or bathroom). Others are just make me wonder if they have them just so they can charge you more. For example, two of the apartments I'm considering have both a residents' lounges and a clubhouse. Why do you need both? They could easily be combined into one by simply putting a bar and sink into the residents' lounge. That's what we do in Texas. I'm living close to downtown so I can go to clubs. I don't need to pay for one as part of my rent. Worse yet, fireplaces. Honestly, when was the last time it got cold in San Diego? Want to cook over a fire? That's why barbecue grills were invented. Okay, rant over.

When searching for apartments, make sure you check out reviews of the place. There was one place I really liked (good price, nice floor plan), but once I read the reviews of the place I scratched it off my list. Apartments are like movies: critics say one thing, but you are more likely to relate to the reviews of the common people. Besides, if I'm going to be shelling out $1500-$2500 a month for a place to live, I damn well better make sure I'll enjoy it. Sadly, the place I wanted to move into the most is reserved for people serving in the military. It has all the amenities I want, a great location, and costs hundreds less than the others. Oh well, I guess I better go back to deciding how I'm going to decorate my fireplace.

By the way, I went to Future Fest last Saturday. Expect a field report soon!