Logistics: 4/8/2010
Location: Middle East Nightclub
Wing: Vincent Gallager
Report:
This was a night when I really wanted to go out since I hadn’t in a while. I extremely excited to see how my skills were doing even when I hadn’t been using them in almost over a month. It was comforting to see that they were still up to my current par. The night went like this.
We arrive at the central stop station in Cambridge at around 9:30. We make our way to the club and notice a group of cute girls walking the same way. I opened situationally by asking where the venue was. They said they were going to the same club so I was excited. But they didn’t really slow down to talk. I could have planned this out better but it was still good that I opened.
We got inside and nothing fun was happening yet. There was some shitty band playing acoustic guitars or something so we decided to roll out for a little to chill. We went outside, and it was a lot better when we returned. There were lots more people in the venue and many sets to toy with. The girls we talked to earlier smiled at Vincent, so I knew we could use them later as well, even though they weren’t that receptive at first.
I open a set to the right of me by genuinely talking about how I wanted to be raving instead of listening to some shitty folk or something. One girl was more into talking to me than her friends so I decided to go with it. She was funny though she was probably like an HB7, and I built attraction with her in about ten minutes, using lots of quirky humor and some new heavy kino escalation techniques from Gambler. A new band came on and we pushed up to the front row to dance.
I pulled the girl into me and we grinded for a couple of the songs. I kept qualifying her sexually and she insisted that she would prove herself to me later. It hurts to get all these potential same night lays when you don’t have a place to pull to. It will come soon enough.
She went to get another drink, she was 21, and told me to wait for her. Instead I just went and re-opened that old set we had talked to on the street. They were extremely receptive now, it could have been the fact that it was the second approach or that they saw us having fun with the other group of girls. We talked for a while and I noticed the HB7 looking at me with a heavy set of “fuck me” eyes. It was cute but not enough to make me chase her.
Instead me and Vince started dancing to the now furious beats of techno music. We were having a shit load of fun and I hit a three set of cute girls to the right of us with some salt shaker dance moves. They responded with cowgirl stuff and I brought the dice move into the equation. I lassoed around her and began to reel a cute one in when the HB7 walked back up in front of me.
“What are you doing with these other bitches? I’m hotter than them.” She jealously blurted. I teased her for being that type of girl and we continued to dance. Then I convinced her to give me some alcohol. The second I took a sip I felt a strong hand on my shoulder pulling me towards the exit.
The fucking feds strike again. I got kicked out and didn’t even get her name. I talked to the officer about how the laws were bullshit and he even told me he drank at my age. Whatever I wasn’t too disappointed. I had an extremely fun evening and I know that because of abundance mentality I won’t fawn over any missed opportunities.
I was on fire all night.
SP / Thoughts:
1. I will no longer drink in clubs with police watching, or at least I will be very careful.
2. Gambler method is stellar for building attraction and comfort quickly.
3. Girls on the street need to be approached from the front.
4. Working on ways to switch targets.
