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| Author: | *Phoenix* [ Sun Aug 09, 2009 10:48 am ] |
| Post subject: | First Field report; Openers, Drinks and a gay guy.... |
Field Report#1 Objective: Openers. This is my first FR. My names *Phoenix* I’m 24, have no real girl experience. Had all but given up hope found The Game a month ago. I am just hoping for openers tonight; I headed on the bus over to the local tourist hot spot. Once there I booked into the Back packers. After a brief interlude in the lift, a key card and the backpacker staff being the slackest I have encountered. I found my room. Straight a way a HB7- stocky but nice looking. Said stepped out of the room. “Are you staying in here” “Eer yeah;” I stuttered. she’d court me off balance a bit. “Do you have a pair of trousers I could borrow?” “Eer no” (I hadn’t) “Are you here til Tuesday?” “Er, no” “Oh Ok, never mind” She blew me a kiss and walked off into the TV room. Kicking myself for my “No” replies, I kept my spirits up by telling my self that that kind of kiss blowing never used to happen to me. Maybe me loosing a bit of weight had really improved my looks! (hmm, don’t know about that last bit) So I headed to the bar on the sea front, but after 2 hours and two drinks my confidence was beginning to wain. So I jumped to another bar. I’d been to that bar the afternoon before. But sitting there on my own with only a very small bit of interaction with mainly blokes I felt pretty down. The only confidence boost I got was another guy trying to hit on the stern but attractive barmaid (HB 8). With my new knowledge of women thanks mainly to <a href="">PUA Forum</a>+ research, I could see that every bloke and his mate had tried it on with her and she had got quite bored and good at turning them each down. A month ago I would have thought this guy was good for at least attempting; But he was a bit of a sleaze really, I can see a few more signs now a days. I saw the way he pandered to her, looked at her when she got his drinks and I could see she new it and thought of him as nothing. The only good thing I did with her was to completely ignore her. Whilst everyone else hit on her when they brought drinks I never let her catch me looking at her, I had a plan to talk to her when I was ready. The guy proceeded to asked: “Do you no much about the band on tonight?” (Something I had asked her the night before) She replied with a definite abrupt No and he sulked away to try again unsuccessfully later. Watching this interaction had boosted me a little; The afternoon before when I had asked her about the band, she had said “she didn’t know” But then asked the other bar staff and found out a bit of info for me. I had asked another question about what type of music? she asked some other of the bar staff and found the answer “reggae”, I’d fumbled a bit after that with a neg on her not being in the know, but she didn’t hear me and asked me to repeated it, I changed tack and ended the convocation., but hey in retrospect she had actively sort to please me. I felt I had got her interest a little by not doing what she was so accustomed to doing basically ignoring her (was this the right thing to do?). But I wasn’t fired up enough, I never took it to the next stage to speak to her when I was ready. So that was all a complete blow out. My AA sucks. I had a feeling I new were this night was going to lead me. I’m not a big drinker, but when I do I really do. (tho I’m also able to hold my drink pretty well) So anyway I headed on down the street and chatted to a group of people on the way down to. They headed off, but pointed me in the direction of a pub. In the pub I got another drink, I was quite drunk I was pushing three hours on an empty stomach. I court the eye and nod of an awkward guy that screamed Talk to me! So I did. I always like talking to those people. I feel I’m one of those people and its great when I can help out a fellow awk. So I chatted to him he was American and his other American friend turned up. We chatted about the band ect. Then there were some girls in front of us and when our convo had died I walked up to them and asked ; I’ve got this problem. I’m heading back to England and I’ve got to buy my closet gay brother a gift, any ideas? This was a line, but a true line, I do have a gay brother in denial and I am stuck for a gift idea. When I first found The Game I tried one the generic lines out on a girl working in a restaurant “Did you see the fight out side ….” When she was interested and want to now more, I flunked it all and stammered. I just don’t like lying to people. But this felt more natural because in my heart I new it to be true. Yes they seemed interested, but I was very drunk now, and I can’t even remember what they look like. It was ok we had a convocation I think, but they weren’t alone it turned out and other guys swooned over and became interested in me also. I loved it though; I was playing the group dynamic my way. One guy brought me a drink and we all had a good chatt. Again I probably over stayed my welcome, but I left feeling good and that’s what this is all about at the moment. On the way to the club, I chatted to a group of young girls (17-18), not to hit on, just because they were walking the same way as me, really it was to keep me rammed up for convocation. I walked straight into the club, I didn’t pay. Inside brought a few more drinks ect. I was really drunk and it had been close to six or seven hours now. Most of the club was dead. But this guy was taking photos of this girl that was sipping a drink and floating around idly circling him. I got the vibe they were together in some capacity. She floated up to me and said to the bloke to take a photo of us. “No” he said grumpily I could see they were a couple or something and I meant nothing by it all. But this looked on the last legs. “Come on take the photo mate” “No” He turned off the camera I think I probably put my arm on him, not sure. “ Get away from me” The girl was very much floating round me and ignoring him. He threw an insult at me. He said to the girl that they should sit down on a table over there and walked off. The girl did but she wasn’t happy and looked back to the rest of the club wisfully. Even in my drunk state I new a wanna be Alpha male put down when I see one. But he had picked at a sort a weakness of mine and come up with not a bad put down. I had another drink and thought this all sucks, the club sucks, the people suck.. So I drank up, walked past the guy, who was now alone at the table and said’; Err mate, you’re a prick” He didn’t hear me and craned his neck forward, my approach and manner wasn’t an aggressive one so he thought I actually had something to say. “Mate; You’re a prick” Smiled, tapped him on the shoulder and walked off. His face dropped to one of complete failure Kicking a man when he’s down, (I won’t do it often, but he had started it really). I’ve never done anything like that before, I’m not an aggressive person. But I must admit I got pleasure from seeing him alone at the table, he had completely failed. I stumbled out of the pub. A bit of a crowd had gathered outside and there was another two girls. As I past without thinking I ask again; “I’ve got this problem. I’m heading back to England and I’ve got to by my closet gay brother a gift, any ideas?” We struck a convo, but just as before, guys gathered round me and began asking questions. I didn’t get the cock blocking vibe. I was just something of interest to them. I had also thrown in, I got to leave Oz early, but I don’t want to talk about it. That’s a great hook this girl pestered me a little about the reason. We all chatted, but I lost my focus on the girls and tho the girl on several occasions interrupted my chatting to some guy with, “So your gay brother….” or “I want to know why you’ve got to leave oz in September? I relented and told her the quite impressive reason. I think they thought I was spinning the bull. Anyway. Drunk on my success I didn’t care about hitting on her. But some bloke or her said Something about my shirt and that they too had one from weather spoons. “What the hell!” I was al ittle to eager to defend it, I should have turned the situation back on her or something. But I had had to much to drink and couldn’t think quite clearly enough I reverted back to my AFC mind set. I think before this they had invited me back into the club. I said theirs an interesting story about the shirt, but the girls said we don’t want to hear it. Maybe they were cold/ tired of me I will never know I was to drunk….oh well. I headed back inside, but I had to pay this time, so I lost them. Inside went to get a drink and the bar man tapped me on the hand, a second later a security guy took me to the door for being to drunk (I don’t see how asking for a drink had given the game away) Jesus knows how much I’d payed to get back in; I reckon that was a scam the club had going. I pride my self on holding it together when I’m drunk. I headed for home; good and bad night but hey it’s a start. But the night was not over yet! On turning a corner a guy about 2 years younger than me was sitting. I think he started the convo. But it turns out he two had just been chucked out of the club. He took a phone call, but not before he said there was another club and that we should got to that. So I sat for 5 mins whilst he took the phone call. Weather I heard something or just got the impression I don’t remember. I’m sure he was talking to his boyfriend or some guy he wanted to be his boyfriend. When he hung up I lay my cards on the table. “Look I’m not gay” He looked a little nervous “No that was my girl friend!” “Oh” I said perplex, maybe I had been wrong. We headed for the club, but on the way he spun this tale of how he used to live here and his family used to own several clubs. He was a nice guy; friendly but full of bull I thought to my self. At the club he led me past the line of people gagging to get in and straight to the bouncer. Shook his hand and said, “Is it alright to go up?” The bouncer said sure and radioed a head to get us in free. Once inside I was reeling from the kick I had got at meeting this guy when I thought all hope was lost for the night. Inside the barmaid got us free drinks and we were away. I was still getting the gay vibe from this guy tho As I mentioned to you and many girls that night; I have grown up with a closet gay brother so I know the signs. My gaydar blew a fuse when he turned to the hot cliche blond over the other side of the bar and said. “She hot, She so hot.” He said it in a rehearsed unnatural manner that closet guys do to try to persuade you and/or themselves there not gay. I nodded curtly and returned to looking at the club. Then again he turned me to to that cliche blond behind the bar and again said “She’s hot, she’s so hot.” Again I nodded curtly. And we returned to looking at people pass by. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him check out a guy walking past. With those longing wistful eyes you see people have who think they can never have that. (I until very recently used to do it to almost any girl I found remotely attractive). “Mate, you like him?” I asked gingerly as if it were a normal thing for him to hear. “Yeah!” He said and then realised what he had just said and how he had said it. “And that girl behind him” “I like them both” he added finally. My gay friends have all started out saying, I’m BI. Its away to ease your self in, its baby steps into a new life style. The girl following the guy was another cliche blond, the type I’m not interested in that much, but thought this was the perfect way to address his problem together. Well, you can’t have both; I want the blond you can have the guy!” He beamed a big smile a that’s the only possible answer to this situation and we both get what we want smile. My last remark wasn’t a lets go pick them up; It was one of those things people do together. It wasn’t a real plan. I thought I had better do a few more meets at this point, I felt I was flying. “Right I want women you want guys; I’ll get you a guy- you get me a women. Lets go” and with his nod of agreement we hit the crowds. Unfortunately, now finding guys for my BI friend made me end up chatting to a lot of women. I don’t remember much about all this; No real nibbles as I was way to drunk. But I wasn’t leachy I think I spent the rest of the night talking a lot tho. I stumbled home and somehow got into bed. The next morning I didn’t remember everything, its slowly come back to me. I never saw the gay guy again, but I hope I gave him a little more confidence to go get what he wants. I hated myself for getting way to drunk and apart from openers played little game . I’ve come away with these few points; 1. My openers aren’t to bad; I can start convocations alright (drunk tho). 2. I have begun to the feel the power to control a situation and groups a little. **Talking to women proves your worth to non alpha male men** 3. I must begin Sarging without drink in my system; I think I held the night together, but I don’t remember it all so who knows what else was going on on in those situations. After my small opening successes I still find it hard to AA with women sober. I feel I need to Sarge with someone for support. I’m going to be in Melbourne 18th-22nd Aug Sydney 1st-8th sept. Would be great to meet up with a few PUA’s If you have any pointers on the above script, I’d be greatful *Phoenix* |
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