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.