Maybe, lol.

Well, my first club tonight was normal, unlike last night. And, I got accepted into a 6 set of girls. It was a bachelorette party. In fact, the bride to be, getting married in 3 weeks, was very friendly to me. Body language wasn't of someone in a committed relationship either, if you know what I mean. She was wearing a black cowboy hat too. I took it off her head and started putting it on the other girl's heads that were with her. Passing it around. Became quite a game. We put it on one of the girls and it just totally worked. I told her as much. The girl getting married looked at me with the "wow" factor in her eyes. So, I tremendously built up my social proof with this group. Plus, 3 of the women were already married, and one of those married women got on my other side and started messing with me about "messing" with the bride to be. So, we talked a bit about that and joked a bit about it, and I kept dancing and associating with the whole group. Well, my purpose through all of this was to build social proof for a 3 set of single girls that were an 8 and two 9's. I had already talked to them for just a minute, but body language and bitch shields combined for an ugly combo, so I built my social proof. They saw it too.

After a bit, I went back to that 3 set and obviously they were more open to me. Everyone on the dance floor and off the dance floor, but near it, watching the band, saw the 6 set and me having fun, so this 3 set couldn't deny it. So, I start talking to the three set again. A decent convo starts, and then this guy who I've seen there before comes up and tries to push his way in.

This guy I've mentioned in a previous FR because he acts like a PUA w/o class. It's actions of guys like him that makes us look bad. Ok, no problem. I actually backed off a bit, to watch and see if these girls would take him in or blow him out. What's hilarious is they blew him out within 1 minute. So, after he's blown out, I start talking to them again, and the guy's buddy comes up there. This time, I spoke up to the buddy, because he made EC with me, obviously a smart guy. He knew I was somewhat in with the girls. Well, I start telling him about the bridal party, and tell him to check out the bride to be. He does. I then turn to the girls and ask if they really want him around. If they do, I'll be HAPPY to get him back. Immediately they say no. I push. Again, they say no. I push one more time. Emphatic no's. Ok. Cool. I talk to them a bit more, but things start fizzling out there anyway. So, I find that guy again and talk to him.

I end up getting his name and number for him and his buddy to possibly wing with me. I figure, they have some talent, if they can be straightened out a bit on the jerkish behavior, it will be a good thing.

So, I bounce to another club. Things are decent there tonight too. The same two clubs I visited last night. I check out both sides of the club. The one girl I'm looking for isn't there, so I mingle. After a bit, I plant myself on the hip-hop side of the club, which at this time of the night is 90% black. I'm leary about this, but I go up on the dance floor, right in the middle of the blacks.

I start dancing and some of the black dudes nod at me letting me know that I'm cool. Then, some of the ladies start watching me, including a couple of wallflowers behind me that start dancing behind me, but are too afraid to come off of the wall. Oh well, they see me letting loose, so it helped them to let loose some, anyway.

I go back to the live band side, which now has a dj playing music because the band is taking a break. I start dancing there, since it's more hip-hop. There is an extremely drunk girl there, which I will find out later her name is Jaime. Anyway, she sees me dancing and starts falling all over herself, crashing into me, so I catch her and hold her. She leans her body against mine, lays her head on my shoulder, wraps her arms around me. I reciprocate with my arms. I start asking her if she's ok, and laughing with her when she trys to laugh and says fine. She raises her head up and pecks me on the mouth. We talk a few more minutes, she keeps leaning on me, resting on me, then she gets some strength or balance back and starts trying to dance again. She is holding my hands now, so I'm dancing with her. I don't bother getting her number. I figure even if I did call tomorrow or whenever, she's so drunk, she probably won't remember who I am.

But, after dancing with her, I decided to go ahead and leave. On the way out, I talk to this black guy that's from Jacksonville, FL, but up here to go to school. He's stuck till Feb. So, I tell him about our community and he's interested in learning more. So, I get his name and number.

Hopefully, out of this night I'll get 3 wings anyway, lol.