| Last night my brothers and I went out to this nice mid-sized spot, where a certain known rapstar was certain to be in attendance with some cohorts of his. Initially, I was having doubts of going because that's one of my flaws, for the most part. We arrive a trio entourage ready to score sets of triplets(three girls or more all with the exact ranking scale or eerily close) we step in the place. All heads immediately went to our faces, and our gifts of fashion sense. What I had on was urban fashion at its finest. Black polo jeans, army green Marc Ecko shirt, the cinematic theme line with KING KONG emblazoned on the front, Marc Ekco army green zip hoodie, white geneva time piece, white belt with skulls made of metal, and my Ed Hardy Army green shoes that feature the caricature of a tiger. For all intents and purposes, I was winning.
By any coincidence, my body posture has been that of a lead lion since I could remember. One of my brothers( The thirsty one) went to the bar and purchased himself a beverage, and my younger brother and I don't drink so there was no problem to be discussed. I personally went to the section of the club that has the ring around the dance floor that helps in scoping out the scene. Immediately, like clockwork the music is blasting and these girls start gyrating with some moves that a lot of women would envy and men would love to try on them. I already knew exactly this scene would take place, my life works this way. I initially ignored all the action that was in an arm's reach, and these girls were having none of that. The more I ignored the more the gyrations became racier, and dare I say more obliging. The girls were from my ranking scale 6s- 6.8, not bad but not necessarily where I am trying to end up. The best one out the bunch became irritable as hell because my younger bro and I just totally dismissed her non-verbal way of communication. Her body was banging, but like I said more physically attainable girls await, I hoped.
My thirsty brother approached this nice little HB a 7 on the scale, but I shudder to even record how he played his hand. He says," She said something about wanting to get drunk, and he brought her a drink." Big mistake in my book, but whatever, my thirsty brother is hard headed. Within 2:20 minutes elapsed from the approach and number close he successfully completed. Good for him I say, he has just gotten his release from a year and 6month relationship with the girl he thought was the one, so he really wants to get laid. Now, I saw a lot of steps he took that I would not make, but whatever. Another approach he made was to a solid 8.5 but he didn't conquer that one. My thirsty brother side note( very handsome guy) so looks wasn't the turn off, but I think his body language failed him on this one. This girl sit down, and within 10 secs he was over in the chair that he previously occupied trying to chat her up. Her reply, her boyfriend was in this club, whatever. 2 approaches percentage 50% for him good day.
I had my eyes on the best piece of HB in the building a solid 8.5, but nope I didn't make the approach. For a basketball ball reference, I couldn't take the shot. Why? Because my AA kicked in, but not in a high volume. In fact the volume on the music was blaring, and besides from trying to strike up any semblance of chatter in such a chaotic environment, and be an observer on if she had a boytoy around, bad timing from my view, whatever. Second eye candy touchdowns in the spot. Very cute girl a nice 7.3 face, body was more on the lines of an 8.44. Personally, I didn't even notice her initially. In fact my thirsty brother pointed out to me that this girl was sort of following me around the place. Some other HB's of mine were calling, texting me and stuff just really wanting me to hang with them, so I periodically went to more reserved sections of this club for those purposes of answering the phone to provide more mystique on my frame to the entire place. So to put to the test this new theory that my TB arrived at, I moved our trio entourage to the other side of the dance floor ring, and the place was jam packed at this point. With in 15 minutes she had located my postion, my brothers and I shared a chuckle with her arrival. In this region of the club she recieved a hug from about 3 guys I didn't know, no problem with that. It shows she's sociable. I have this other test I perform in the same region of this club, I stand behind these 6ft 4 inch wall of dudes, and sure enough she looks heartbroken that she can't find me. She comes behind the walls, and the opening acts are performing onstage. As my experience would telegraph she hones in on my position again, but consequently she makes EC with me every chance she gets, but she's unaware that I have already peeped enough to know that she was with some guy in the place, so I never approached her either. A room full of girls I didn't approach one, awww my social skills let me down this time.
Lessons I learned from this field trip. It's my distinction that the best way to communicate in a club that has blaring music is non-verbal with the HB's. Now I am by no means a dancing cat, not because I lack the rhythm required to get jiggy, but I don't like to sweat out my fresh attire. I recommend non-verbal communication because unless you have your voice and tone operating at great levels it could seem to some that you are screaming over the music. I thought about the moving to another spot in the venue area, but trying to remove these girls from their dancing locale is a strenous task that I am usually up to, but not last night. Another observation I have made is that the dance floor is sort of the selection stage. Here we have majority of the girls are performing some of their best dances all for a single approach from some guy, any guy. This was a very informative outing for me, and I will return to this environment next week with my predictions better results for all of us.
Thanks in advance for reading and helping me correct my wrongs. Happy Holidays. Also for podcasters, bloggers, critical thinkers, and procrastinators, I was listening to Lupe Fiasco' The Cool, and Ghostface Killah's ' The Big Doe Rehab as I typed this. Gone!
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i lust for jessica alba, but now since she is preggers. I am lusting for Nicole!!! It's New Year's Day. It was Ben Franklin who said, "Be always at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let each new year find you a better man."
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