Had an amazing weekend with a local PUA that I met in town. This is how the night went.
I was standing outside the local Clock Tower where they host burlesque shows during the week. I was waiting for Kevin a local PUA. In the suspense I decided to make my first approach so I walked up to a 3 set with 1 guy and 2 girls. We chatted for a bit and the guy kissed his girlfriend and pulled the 2 ladies to the side to get some space from me. Total fail for me but it was the first rejection of the night which is what I needed to motivate me to escalate into my mode. Just as the 3-set was walking away and I was about to comment to them again Kevin called.
He pulled up in his ride and we ran over our game plan for the night and got to know each other a little bit. We didn't have an agenda so to say but merely wanted to go out and have fun and meet some new girls.
Hit up a bar called Front. As we walked in an Asian guy wearing a Panda hat started roaring and going crazy at the door. He was the enthusiasm I needed to get over the Social Anxiety for the night. I immediately turned around as the door guy was checking Kevin's ID and said to this tall brunette who was about 6'7-6'8, "Do you see that guy in the panda hat?"
She replied, "That's my boy!"
Me: "Isn't that awesome?"
Her: "Yeah, that's totally awesome!"
Me: "High-5 to that"
She gives me a high-5 and I walk into the venue thus adhering to the 3-second rule.
We walk into the dimly-illuminated room and toward the bar-counter where we order our first drinks of the night. Kevin offers to take the tab at the first joint; I order a Stella Artois and he orders a mixed drink.
As the glow of the drinks radiate from their glasses I let the people that were behind us in line slip past us. I then started chatting it up again with the tall girl that was a gargantuan in comparison to me. I brought up the panda guy again and she repeated the phrase, "That's my boy!" I then gave her another high-5. I was starting to "social proof" the venue and wanted the crowd there to see me with a woman. It was a stiff-crowd and we later learned that it might have been far too early in the night.
Kevin next opened up the set even further by speaking with one of the guys of the group about his experiences in L.A. As he did this I said to the tall brunette who was now dancing and making boxes around her head, "So now your voguing?"
Her: What?
Me: You’re doing the Vogue thing?"
She laughed and said yeah, it’s fun I am just trying to get in the mood for the night.
We walked around and debated on approaching some sets. I approached another set and we laughed and chatted about the Panda Hat guy. Soon Kevin and I decided to spilt: Kevin felt that the energy there was sort of weak because it was early in the night and I wanted to get moving.
We walked around the block and talked about Game and Pickup. Kevin talked to a bouncer he knew at a nightclub and we moved to the next venue.
The next establishment was called Corridor. I've read about them in the local periodicals and went there a few years ago. It is a classy joint to bring ladies for dinner (Crème Brule and Wine) and converts to a bar sometimes at night. In the past I have caught a glimpse of professional athletes, comedians and actors there for a quick glass of wine and bite to eat. This kind of place is typically not the kind of place I would expect to pickup some ladies at. Kevin insisted we go inside and to be honest I thought we were going to walk right out like we did Tilted Kilt about 45 minutes before. At Tilted we literally walked in and out.
At Corridor as we walked in Kevin was immediately pulled to the side by a hotty blonde named Jaime. As this happened I could just see the expression on the faces of the men she was just talking to before we walked in. I shook his hand and befriended the guys of the group while Kevin handled the ladies. By the way I was "Winging" for the night.
Then men then left and we began to work our magic on the ladies. Kevin got a "Kiss-Close" on the blonde under 5 minutes. I continued to chat it up with the other 4 girls in the group as Kevin was dancing around with the blonde.
The girls then did the typical by going to the powder room. I remember this act vividly from my childhood when all the girls I would take to the movie theatres would abruptly excuse themselves to the ladies room.
We chatted with the only girl that didn't go to the bathroom. To tell you the truth we sort of isolated her as the other two departed and to be honest I am not even sure if they actually went; I feel they actually went to the other side of the bar and stood there thinking we were going to leave or exit the set or something (another move I witnessed at Sports Bar a few times which resulted in a number close for me at the end.)
Kevin then told the girl, "Let's go find your friends".
We went to the other side of the bar nearest to the bathrooms and sure enough they were standing there. The blonde starting telling them that Kevin already kissed her and they all thought it was incredible. Kevin continued to speak with them about life and extreme sports and that I liked named Sarah tossed us shit tests and we worked through it. They were cool i.e. they snowboarded and had plans on going to Vail.
We let them go meet up with friend they called who was at the door who they claimed was a professional rapper from L.A. that owned a record label and was in town visiting; she was supposedly the Jaime's "sister". But you know how girls are...what they call a "sister" isn't necessarily a blood-relative.
Before they left Kevin offered to take them to a club in the city named Prive'. The girls rallied on the other end of the counter and discussed the possibility of spending the night with us and painting the town red. As for us we got our second drink of the night which was a set of rum and cokes and didn't waste time pouring them down. We then proceeded to the other end of the facility and coaxed the ladies into bouncing. What a successful bounce it was as they swiftly agreed to depart and try out the club.
Kevin
carried the blonde down the block as the crowds roared around us. Sarah tried to enter another venue but we pulled her along--she was doing whatever she could to resist our charismatic prose. At the entrance of Prive’ I was very urbane in permitting the ladies to pass me in line, as Sarah passed saying "Thank you," I mentioned to her, "I may be a dick but I am not a dick all the time." She smiled and gave me her glimmering eyes and laughed. I could see it in her eyes that she wanted to touch me but swiftly but up her shield.
The complex had an abundance of intoxicated denizens. The chromatic laser beams and prismatic video screens were captivating. Kevin got us a private booth furthest from the dance floor and we escorted the ladies to soft leather couch that encompassed the table. Kevin charmed his Snow tha Product wannabe from Los Angeles while I proceeded to dance and entertain the other honies.
I felt it was an appropriate time to test out some "Camera Game", so I addressed the girls that were holding a phone in their hand looking like they were just dying to be photographed.
Me: "You should all take a picture together"
Girls: Yeah! Will you take a picture of us?
Me: Sure, why not.
Me: You should do some different themes. How but a fun picture, a more sophisticated one and a wild crazy one.
Sarah hands me the camera and says "Okay," while the other girls wondered what I was saying. I rephrased myself to the rest of the rest of the crew and proceeded to take the pictures with Sarah's phone. The pictures were incredible but the glare of the light off the mirror behind them created a sort of "blown highlights" effect which ruined the first two photos. The third photo was awesome and came out clear because I stepped to the side to eliminate a reflection from the camera and waited until the right moment to snap the shot. I reviewed the photo in the phone to see a picture clear as day of Sarah shoving her face into the tits of one of her entourage and taking a vampress bite.
We laughed about the photos but Sarah was upset a little that the sophisticated one was filled with blown-out highlights. Kevin could see that the conversation was starting to hit a freezing point so he kept it dynamic and escorted his Snow tha Product look-a-like to the dance floor. We all hit it up and were living in the moment as our eyes gazed at the array of lights ricocheting off the ceiling. Sarah then vanished on the dancefloor in a lethargic state.
After a few minutes Jaime panicked and was worried of were Sarah had disappeared to. I ensured her she was safe but chivalrously grabbed her offering hand, “Let’s go find her.” Here is where I did the “chain move” i.e. I placed my hand behind my back and proceeded to pull her through the club so that all the other men and women could see me escorted a gorgeous blonde through the crowd making it appear that blondes were hard to come by these days and that I was “the man”.
My glass collided with a set of Arab women that I approached at Prive’ earlier in the night and she spilled her champagne on her lovely dress. I apologized but Jaime began to stir up some drama,
“Sorry, you can’t have him he’s with me, he’s mine!”
I dealt with the circumstance in a pragmatic fashion and separated the feisty foxes.
When we reached the floor I should have made out with Jaime but my deep mistake was that I had my mind on Sarah. It was the perfect moment under the structured canopy to lock lips; I felt it and so did she but as I proceeded to close her for a kiss I second questioned myself. Typically, it is my confidence that play at my will but in this circumstance it was vacillations that had me “on the fence”.
We returned to our table to find Sarah in the booth. She hated the club she told me which I should have agreed with her that it was “crap,” even if I thought it was alright. She despised the music and wanted to leave. This is another crucial point in which I failed in that I should have isolated Sarah by getting her outside to the patio for “fresh air” and to escape the trendy music with its blend of conventional and banal mashups of electronic Trap House.
So I took my jacket off revealing my Alexander Mcqueen t-shirt that was even a little too tight for the gays. Jaime loved it but the shirt kind of made me appear gay but it was part of my outfit for the night. I think back on it and I should have worn my Fleur-de-lis necklace which I always get complements on but I already felt that I might have been overdoing it with my “peacocking”. I literally looked like a peacock with a flower covered shirt of florescent colors. I feel I over did it on the style and will tone it down a little in the future and find some more unique items to peacock in.
While away Kevin
put his moves on his Snow tha Product look-a-like as he progressed to the seduction stage with her possibly too swiftly and drew in for a “kiss-close”. She stopped his escalation, “You already fucked up!”“You were kissing my sister earlier and now you expect to make out with me, you done fucked up with me from the get go.”
The night went by in a flash as we escorted the ladies to the door. Sarah pushed the girls to leave as it rolled around to 1am. I calibrated my hug with Sarah wrong and truly never disarmed her Bitch Shield. She showed no real emotional connections as we embraced slightly. Or...maybe she just wasn’t digging me as much as I was her. I turned to Jaime and hugged her and she returned with triple the energy giving me a long and powerful embrace. I could tell she was into me and failed to “number close” her but I foolish let her slip away into the night--sliming as she turned around blowing kisses like out of a scene in Hollywood cinematic drama.
I told Kevin I had to smoke and he went inside to find a cat named Jessica who is a promotional model and a part of the staffing management at Prive’. I declined the offer to follow Kevin back into the maelstrom of partygoers within the bohemian and hedonistic discotheque.
In the confusion, I puffed on my menthol e-cig (Electronic Cigarette) and make sense of the whole night. Under the twilight Kevin appeared ready to leave and asked what time it was, “1 am.”
We were both surprised that the night disappeared so quickly i.e. what felt like 2 hours was actually about 3 ½. I paced myself well only drinking 3 alcoholic beverages throughout the whole night. Simultaneously, Kevin opened a tall blonde from Texas wearing a Judas Priest shirt that reminded me of Kellie Pickler. She claimed to have just come from a country concert and had an apparent accent. I complemented her on the Judas Priest shirt and she gave me a high-five. After Kevin was finished working her we both decided to try to hit one more venue and maybe work the streets during closing time.
We ended up at another nightclub called Beta which was flooded with barely legal 18 year olds and go-go dancers which we were the kind of women we were both trying to avoid all night. We entered the venue just after they did last call because Kevin got us on the list but they wouldn’t serve us liquor which was not a big problem for me since I didn’t want to drink anymore anyhow.
The venue was also loud and smoky with an unfinished and unleveled dancefloor made of concrete. It was apparent that the marble or stained wood floor was pulled in an attempt to rebuild a new dancefloor which was never completed. The smoke from the fog machines encompassed the dancers as 12th Planet played his drowned out Dub Step which was distorted by the Funktion-One system. I think it was like the 12th time in 2 years that Beta and their promotion agencies have booked 12th Planet for a local gig; not sure if it is because he is a crowd favorite or if it is just because of money, fame and popularity that he is recycled in Denver a lot. Nonetheless, I made the best of it and proceeded to get some fresh air. Maybe it was just me and I am not much of a Dub-Step enthusiast only having a taste of Nero, Burial and Mount Eden from time-to-time. Or it might have been my conflict with monopolist Brad Roulier (the owner of Club Beta) who utilizes his South-Park cartoon theme to promote his image, the promotion of his danceclub and the direction of his formerly owned music portal Beatport.com. Like all artists 12th Planet is unique with his own urbanesque flair but there is a part of me that distastes any artist that associates with Brad despite how talented they truly are. No worries its just bad blood from the past although I didn’t let it spoil my fun and pickup for the night.
At closing hours I approached a 5 set outside the night club (2 girls and 3 guys). Kevin saw me talking with the girls and he proceeded to “pull, pull, pull” and was able to convince the girls to go home with us to an afterparty.
The car ride was dubious at best but a thought graced my mind that it was closing time and we are going to “fuck” these girls. A total “lay close” was expected but never expect anything right?
We chatted all the way back and I continued to high-5 Mariah and called her a badass. She smiled and we all had a great time.
At Kevin’s place the night continued as we kept the girls entertained with Jack Daniels (which next time we will replace it with Vodka since girl’s love the shit) and music. The girls eventually wanted to leave and we thought somewhere we failed, as they stood outside for a taxi. Then a knock came at the door, prior to this I number closed Mariah. My failure here is that I wasn’t reading Kevin’s cues since he was sort of on both of them and we kept switching girls. He pulled Mariah up to his room and finger-banged her as I moved closer to Katelyn and placed my hands on booty.
My mistake is that I wasn’t aggressive or sensual enough with Katelyn, as she kept insisting getting Mariah out of Kevin’s room into the taxi. Katelyn crashed the room again as the taxi called and pulled Mariah away from Kevin. Just prior to this she started falling asleep from her drunken stupor but I rubbed her to keep her awake. Kevin continued to perform a full-body massage on Mariah in which he could have easily pulled a threesome with the two at his own discretion. I failed by not isolating Katelyn and was sort of confused as to which girl I was supposed to take since I was just “winging” for Kevin
. The taxi finally arrived and pulled the girls away from us as the night drew to a close under the canopy of starlight. We promised the girls we would see them again which might not be a promise that I will adhere to. I might call Mariah or maybe text her for Katelyn's number but I have been indecisive about it all.
The night was more than a mere blur but rather a rollercoaster of mishandled spontaneity and calibration on my half. I had a load of fun and hope all nights “sarging” with Kevin
are analogous or that they eclipse last Friday. It was our first night as a PUA team and it went well. I am excited for next session which I hope will be filled with higher quality women and an incredible close.