| So I went sarging friday an saturday.
Friday winged up with Priyesh for the first time. We had some introductory talk first (wich really psyches me up in the right way). Priyesh was a little worried we wouldnt succeed, cause it was his first time in the field. I told him it didn't matter, I used the metafor of two airbourne soldiers over normandy ready for D-day. I was the more experience sargeant who had been in the wars a few times, he was the fresh dude from camp. I told him the plane was under way and soon we would jump out (hit the clubs) and he'd be forced to man up as soldier and shoot the enemy opressor!
So we ended up (after every cool club was full or too crowded in Amsterdam) at a cool place called lola's. LZ was hot! We were right next to a 7set. But we airbourne guys, we are used to being outnumbered. We totally ignored them at first (defying 3 second rule I know) and I gave Priyesh some tips on body language, some of the 7 set girls went into AI mode. there was a HB7 leaning towards the bar exchanging her shoes... I made a comment about her feet and told her I could do great feetreflexing cause my mom is a pedicure. nothing. We did not give up though. Later on the girls started taking pictures of the group. problem of course is that their is always one missing in the picture, if one of the HB's is the photographer. So I offered to take the picture for them. I used this to neg one of the targets and stopped taking the foto, cause I couldn't "work with her looks". Great cocky funny stuff. The whole set started laughing (it was a heavenly sound) simultaniously and the girl turn around and showed her butt instead of her face. I could swere we were the middle of attention for the whole club at that moment! I had already built some rapport and started kinoing the photo girl while I was doing Mystery's photo routine with my own camera (have to cut it from 70 to 14 pictures though haha). And then I left the set alone again, but kept exchanging smiles and EC while I was analyzing with Priyesh.
Later a HB 6 I know via an AFC friend walks in with a HB 8. I chat her up a little (total TA mode cause I know she still thinks of me as an AFC) And all of the sudden HB 8 turns the convo her way and they both start ignoring me... respect for the cockblock. They get more cunning... I said goodbye in HB 6 ear and walked off a bit pissed.
However. Pryesh turn. He was glancing and scanning a 4 set on the other side of the bar. I told him its his shot, but unfortunatly heavy AA. No big deal off course, we all suffer(ed) from it. All of two wild looking african women position themselves behind us at the bar. Still his turn to approach. I told him to watch their body language, you could slowly see their position turn from to the bar, to the outside, AI. But we didn't follow through.
So we finnally approached the 4 set Priyesh was lurking at for about an hour already haha. We took our coats, and went up there under the pretext of looking for a place to lounge, but as we arrived, they moved out. Haha you should have seen the look an Priyesh face, he was dissapointed yet relieved. However, we werent through sets and I was hoping to set my wing free and try to push him into another set (as he asked me to do earlier before we jumped out of our plane). But it didn't happen. So time for a new venue, we left the bar. When we left Priyesh insisted I tried to close HBphotogirl, cause he just knew she was interested. I didn't get enough IOI's but I let him persuade me. So I told her honeslty that my friend thought I just ask her number cause we seemed to have a "connection".
Bucc: listen, you probably think this is corny, but my friend there is insisting I ask your number cause het thinks we have a connection. He says he could see it when we were having fun with the foto blabla.
HB 7: I really don't just give around my number,
Bucc: oh thats even better, we can just meet up at 16:00 on sunday at the Burger King
HB 7: WTF? Burger King
Bucc: I think its a really romantic place (big smile)
HB 7: haha no I'm sorry, you seem like a great guy and a really cool party animal (thank you Mystery for the photo routine!) but I have a boyfriend.
Bucc: oh, well. It was a pleasure meating you.
So lesson learnt thanx to Priyesh pushing me this time. Thanx for that bro. It was a rejection, but it strengthend my resolve.
later on we tried to get into some more clubs but failed. We ended up in a little bar. My main man Priyesh was still a frightend airbourne soulder who had seen gunfire and artillery shells slamming down al day, but still hadn't pulled the sweat worn trigger of his own gun. So we went into anathor bar with one mission and one mission alone. Priyesh was gonna approach. The mission failed however, he tried to go on the dancefloor and connect, but the girls were quickly using their body language to shut him out. Mission failed, but lessons learned, we called it a night.
Saturday I went sarging with misterfree in the east of the country. We sarged a massive place in Germany called Index. It was a very targetrich environment, but we quickly lost our positive frame as every opener was responded to a shouted "WASS???" or "WHAT? I CANT HEAR YOU!!". It totally sucked. we both did 2 approaches and called it a night and rode back over the border into the Netherlands. There we went to Hengelo were it is party hardy all night long (some clubs till 6).
CLub nr 1 was dead. I made a calculating error and a HB 9 behind the bar started accusing me of being druk. I told her I was dumb, but not drunk. My good wing MrFree approached a set, but had little succes, cause againg. The music was too freaking loud!
Club nr2. I totally zoned into what I call the "approachers block" I feel myself forced to approach, but don't really believe in the succes anymore and focus on limiting beliefs. Fuck! I had some casual half wa approaches, sometimes without words (check my peacock material, "hi" "hello") I was getting pissed at myself. MrFree however saved the day. He kept steadily approaching sets and even had a conversation for a while. Still Club nr 2 was dead for me after a few more appraches we headed on to club nr. 3.
Club nr 3 was better, the dancefloor was target rich. And the HB 9 behind this bar was being fliry without me saiying a word. Still approach on the dancefloor I couldn't do it anymore. The "approachers block" had landed on my feet, so all I did was stay on the lookout for cockblockers as MrFree approached a girl in a set. He danced with her and screamed in her ear and she screamed back in his (I have no cluea what, perhaps he's going to post his own field report haha). But the game was on. Quickly he was escalating and the girl was all his. I kept on the lookout for those nasty cockblockers, but he was so far escalated that they simply went away. Soon enough it was a full kiss close and they were defo the most horny couple in the club. Mwoehaha! I didn't score but was in the winning team, so it felt great (I remember that in my AFC days i would be shocked if my "natural" friends scored a hot HB.
anyways at the end we still had to get our coats from club 1. I tried to help MrFree getting his girl into an instant date, and it worked. Now he lives 8 miles from there and I had my stuff in his home. So we needed to there anyway, but I didn't feel like being the third wheel on their instant date. So we agreed that we would drive to his place and I would return them home and drive back to Amsterdam. She started protesting:
HB: I just met you guys... and now you're going to drive me to your place...?
MrFree: Don't worry we will return in an instant.
Bucc:... I only need my bag...
HB: (half joking) What if its a conspiracy
Bucc: (swallowing the words: yeah what if we are in a secret society focussed on picking up hot women that the world barely knows about).
MrFree: don't worry, you trust me right...
this went on for a while and the HB used it to show MrFree he was not to expect any sexual favours at his place or hers. Even when we were standing at the car and I had opened all the doors as a clear hint, lets go!
Bucc: Look, if you are scared to go I understand, but I need my bag and I need MrFree to come and get it with me. Are you on or off...
Mrfree and HB: ...
Bucc: then lets go!
Bucc: - quickly shoving a copy of Neil Strauss -The Game- from the dashboard under the driverseat- "are you set? lets go".
I drove to his place they were cuddling in the back of my car. Excellent. We got my back and drove back to the battlefield of hearts called Hengelo. There I told my bud MrFree we would phone next day (for analisys LOL) and let the two newly found lovers back out on the street.
It turned out MrFree entered here house, I'm not sure if he is comfortable about me posting what happened there so I wont. But I had a great night.
The sun was already up as I drove from the eastern border over a deserted highway to Amsterdam. I had scored nothing in two days, was out of money and exhausted. As the cafeine from all the coca cola (when I sarge I drink too much of that shit) started to wear off I could only think about a HB 10 that fell of her bike when some drunken bozo accidentaly sat on her bike. I helped her up together with her BF (him grabbing her left hand, me her right) , and she looked me long in the eye when she thanked me. I was speecheless and withdrew, I don't know why... Perhaps she did the soulgazing routine on me accidentaly. Perhaps I'm still to afraid of beauty... I thought of her when the morning sun forced me to put my peacocky sunglasses back on, their was something sad in her eyes, something mysterious that just wanted to cry out to me... and I realized...yeah...back on the sarging train and you better watch it miss 10. I'm coming for you...wherever you are! Me and the boys are jumping out of their planes with their parachutes spread open worldwide! Some heavily trained to kill, some born to crash and burn, but we jump! We jump.
Goodnight.
Buccaneer.
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I could not tread these perilous paths in safety, if I did not keep a saving sense of humor. -Admiral Horatio Nelson
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