| I take an hour long bath because I fall asleep in the middle. I end up walking to Mocha's place an hour late, pissed off and already out of frame.
I get myself all peacocked and ready to go, head out the door and walk down the street. About halfway to the train station, I hit a red light and start going through frame-building excercises. I jump up and down, I shake my arms, I crack every joint that cracks, and I recite a few of my favorite canned openers under my breath. I didn't even notice a pretty young lady approaching me.
Her: These lights always confuse me, too.
Me: Um... Huh?
Her: The lights. You looked confused.
Me: Oh. Yeah. Turning signals are weird.
Her: They always screw me up too.
We walk across the street, and she changes her direction, almost as an afterthought, to walk with me for a bit.
Her: So where are you up to tonight?
Me: Heading out to some clubs to pick up chicks.
Her: Yeah? Which clubs?
Me: Wooly Bully's, maybe the One. Where are you headed?
Her: Home.
Me: My name is Monkey.
Her: HBNatural. I like your star (I wear a sheriff's badge on my sleeve cuff). It just kinda jumps out at you when you go to shake hands.
Me: Thanks. I have a cute little penguin too. (I show her my penguin, and it turns out the batteries are dying. I have no replacements in my prop bag, which sucks because he's such a great piece).
Her: What kind of battery is it? (I show her). That looks like a CMOS battery.
Me: I love you.
Her: What?
Me: You're a geek. I love geeks. I have the word "Geek" tattooed to the back of my neck.
Her: Really?
Me: Yeah. Anyway, I've got to catch the train.
Her: My number is blah blah blah.
Me: Um... What?
Her: My number. It's blah blah blah. Call me.
Me: Here. (giving her my book) Write that down for me. It's cooler when I show my friends if it's in your handwriting. (she writes her number down and gives me her spare if I can't get her at the first. I point at my cheek.) Kiss g'bye!
Her: Heh. This is like our first date. You'll have to wait for that, bucko.
Me: Huh.
I get on the train, ride to Mocha's place, and she paints my nails, finishing my peacocking. I tell her all about the strange chick on the way to her place, and we both exclaim over how we'll have to teach the girl some real game. It was awkward and a little stilted (and I acted like a COMPLETE AFC, mostly on purpose), but she still managed to catch and hold my attention. She's going to be GOOD. We also drink. A lot. Too much, in fact, which is ironic because I'd just been pimping my love of alcohol as a confidence booster here on Friday. I hate being proven wrong, but I was wrong. Don't drink and sarge.
Mocha forgets her ID, so I go into Devlins to talk to a 9 I know from work who works there. Great Kino, she shows me off to her friends, we talk for a bit, and I tell her I'll come back and talk to her before they close. She tells me how much the guys at Devlin's suck, and I agree. They're all too... Chachi. But I see Mocha, and we had plans, so I eject and tell her I'll be back later.
So Mocha and I hit Wooly Bully's, and it sucks. Bad. So we go next door to Suite 69, and there are a bunch of girls dancing and a bunch of freakishly alpha men standing around in groups. It's a great environment for Mocha's game, but not so good for mine. I can't dance to save my life.
Still, there are a couple of sets kicking around, so I open one in the corner about my nailpolish and immediately lose the two in the back. I try to bring them back in with Powerpuff girls, but they're really not into it. One girl in the front said my nails reminded her of some rock star and she really liked them. I kept that in mind for later.
I see Mocha talking to a two set of girls and ask if she's seen Matt around. She says he's by the bathroom, which confuses the hell out of me. Why would my pivot open a set of girls and not bring me in? Turns out they're friends of hers from work, and she's even told them not to talk to me. That's fine, but again my frame goes all to hell and I have to try and work it back up from the bottom. I go outside, jump up and down, shake my arms, and try to think through the alcohol. I can't, so I head back in and lend Mocha some social proof on a three set of boys at the pool table. I see a cute two-set and approach, open smoothly, then eject. I'm beginning to get a surge of approach anxiety again, and I can't figure out why. I figure I'll just approach for a bit, and it'll go away, but it sticks with me all night.
Mocha ejects from the three-set and we start a mock argument to open a cute two-set by the dance floor. I have issues engaging the obstacle, (a recurring problem of late), but build some great attraction with the target. I open with "Is it cool for a dude to wear make-up," tell a quick story, kino, and eject. I see Mocha's opened a solo in a green shirt, and she's got great rapport, so I ask if Kate's close, and she kiss-closes in full. I go back to the two-set and tell them that it's her ex-boyfriend and she's such a bitch. I'm not sure why (could be solidarity) but the target goes immediately cold and they both eject. Rough.
A cute waitress comes by and I open her.
Me: What's your favorite dinosaur.
Her: Um... T-rex.
Me: Everyone says T-rex.
Her: That's kuz he's big and mean and eats people.
Me: T-rex wasn't a predator, though. He was a scavenger. Scared the littler predators away and ate their kills.
Her: Like raptors?
Me: Sure. He'd scare raptors away and eat their kill.
Her: That's cool. Where did you learn that?
Me: Just something you remember from being six years old.
Her: Are you planning on leaving any time soon?
Me: Nope, not really.
Her: Good.
Woo! Great IOI, some good kino, a decent set all around. And based entirely on my paleontology knowledge! And Mocha was making out quite contentedly with her HD in the green shirt. She disengages long enough for me to tell her she should take him home, and I decide to hit a different club for a bit.
I hit the One, and it's crazy busy, but my frame is so screwed that every set I approach blows me out right away. I chat up the hired guns (who are all deliciously dressed as cowgirls), and destroy a good two weeks of seed planting with some poorly executed direct game. Fuck.
So I head back to Devlin's until my 9 tells me she has to leave me and clean up, and I head back to Suite 69 to chat up the waitress. In what I think is my best line of the night, I say:
Me: So I know I'm the twenty-seventh guy to ask you this tonight, but what are you doing after work?
Her: My boyfriend is picking me up and we're going home.
Me: You should come out for coffee with me instead.
Her: I can't. He's my ride, and I live across town.
MeThinking: Fuck.
So I go home. And tonight was no better. No social proof. My wing never showed at the One. Mocha was working, so she couldn't make it. I appologize to Dancergirl for how bad my game was (not for what I said, but for saying it drunk; she forgave me and initiated kino herself. I had no presents for her today, which sucked because I really wanted to give her one. I'm going to sleep with that girl yet.). I also told Shootergirl (who gave me the horrible "You're too young for me," speech on Friday) that she was no longer my favorite. In a great piece of cocky-funny, she told me "You were NEVER my favorite." I nearly hugged her despite myself.
So yeah. A suck ass weekend. Hope things went better for everyone else.
|
CHAT
