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.
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