I used to sarge about 8 years ago. After a LTR I got out of the game, but recently started jump back in. I have pretty strong approach anxiety, but conquered it a bit tonight.
A random girl I met said she would be going to Jack's Bar in Lynnwood, WA and that it would be nice to see me there. I knew I wanted to go out tonight but probably not there. I only got about 4 hours of sleep last night and laid in bed from 7 pm-10:30 pm.
Semi-awake, I decided there was no way I would just sleep this Friday night away. A month ago I would have easily chosen sleep over going out. I am determined to actually put time in the field to really calibrate all this game I've been learning.
So I dragged myself out of bed, showered, put on my clothes (leather jacket that I think it pretty cool) and went out.
Honestly, I had no idea what the girl even looked like and didn't have her number so I decided not to worry about finding her. When I got in I didn't want to wreck the club so when I entered I headed to the pool table and started talking to two guys playing.
I looked over to the dance floor area and fear seized me. I couldn't move over there. I violated a rule I had and decided to get a drink. One rum and coke later, I was loose not even buzzed but brave enough to enter the fray. There were two guys sitting down and I showed them a couple of magic tricks. They were amazed, luckily, and I taught them how to do the tricks.
Two girls that came to the club with them sat down and I showed them a couple tricks then asked HB 7 who lies more men or women, followed by a lie test. I wasn't very interested in her was just hoping that being seen talking and laughing with this group would make me not seem awkward.
The girls left to smoke and then I spotted HB 9.
ME: Can I show you something?
HB 9: Sure
We sat down, I asked her to pick a number 1-4, hold it, and dont tell me what it is. Then I did a card trick. After the trick I asked, "Was your number 3?" She laughed and said it was.
ME: Now show me something
HB 9: *Laughs hard and punches me!*
It was like a man punch lol.
We started to fluff talk a bit, I asked her what she wanted to be as a child she said a teacher. She wanted to be a social worker now.
ME: I can tell you're a good person. You didn't mention a job for money or fame. You want to help people. That's awesome. Sure you're beautiful but beauty is common. What is rare is a good energy, personlity, and outlook on life. You have two out of three that's a good start.
HB 9: Haha well....
ME: But I don't know you yet it's early.
Her friend HB 6 comes over looks at me and says:
HB 6: Move now! Move over I'm going to sit there! (pointing at my seat and staring me down)
I stared back.
HB 9: Don't worry he's cool.
Now, HB 9 said something i should have understood but missed due to the noise. It sounded to me like HB 9 said that HB 6 acts like we're married.
Anyway, after a bit more talk HB 9 leaves to check on her friends.
The guys I had befriended came back and we talked a bit. "Where did that chick go? I have to admit, I like white girls, but she was a fine black girl!"
So HB 9 starts to dance with her other friend HB 5 (generous). I asked one of the guys,
ME: "Listen I need you to be my wingman. I want you to dance with that girls friend so I can dance with her. If I go dance with HB 9 her friend will pull her away, or she won't want to dance because her friend will be left alone."
Random guy: Man I can't dance! Plus I'm white. She might slap me!
ME: She won't I promise. Just dance with her it will be fine.
Luckily he was a bit +drunk and agreed. HB 5 was dancing all over him! HB 9 was dancing away from me though...strange.
ME: I asked him to be my Wingman.
HB 9: *Laughs hard* You're silly. I like you, you're funny!
HB 6 then comes over and drags her away!! A guy starts dancing with HB 6 so I go to dance with HB 9 and HB 6 spins her around. Wow. The guy whispers to me, "I'm not trying to ruin your game but I think she's married...I don't know for a fact but..."
HB 6 went to the restroom so I went to HB 9 and said
ME: I should get your number before HB 6 comes back and snatches you from me.
HB 9: I can't give you my number I'm married!
Brutal! She had told me but it was so loud I didn't hear. HB 9 was gorgeous and sweet and argh! Her personality honestly made her a 10 in my eyes but of course I know she was most likely just a 9.
A mixed girl HB 8 was sitting down by herself. I approach, magic, who lies more, fluff, joke, then asked, "So who is the lucky guy?" "Well, he's not very lucky right now..." Long story short, she was engaged to a butch girl that was there. After I talked to her, her engaged sister, and fiance for a while I got invited to two weddings!
After the bar closed two drunk girls were walking to their car. I went pretty direct and said they were hot. BOTH OF THEM WERE ENGAGED AS WELL. Showed me the ring.
So in total I talked to 6 girls, 4 of them were engaged or married. Sigh.
However, tonight was a big step for me. Normally I would be asleep right now, wasting a weekend because I was too afraid to go out alone. I went out, by myself, befriended a group of guys, made a connection with a HB 9 (not my fault she was married), got invited to two weddings, and generally had a great time.
Hopefully I can gain some more experience, but for my 3rd night out sarging I am pretty proud of myself
