On wednesday I had a rough day, a delayed hangover from friday if you would during which a bunch of things in my life fell apart. Oh, and then when I got home in the evening I cut myself shaving. Yeah, it was just that kind of day when all the big things and all the little things seemed to be going wrong. In general I felt seriously pissed off at the world (and
girls in particular). A VERY unusual state for me when I'm normally so very cheerful and always in a happy state, of course this fact just made me feel even more pissed off because I knew this was not normal for me. (yet in a funny way I kind of liked feeling pissed of for that evening, as it felt different and new
but certainly
not what I'd want my normal default state to be like!)
Being in such a foul mood I decide it would be a bright idea to go off to town! My SPAM agreed with me (but he was too sick to come along), as he said it looked like I needed a night out in town. He said I needed to get laid quick. But he said there is
no way you are going to get laid tonight because I was in such a foul mood! (I was particularly upset against girls, all very odd for me. My SPAM didn't recognise me at all!)
Well, I had a several cans of 12% Cody's (a bourbon and coke) while I was getting dressed and ironing my shirt. Then grabbed two more 12% Cody's for the road and out I went! High fived a bunch of people as I was walking along: guys, girls, couples, and street lamps! Got the entrance to SkyCity (the casino), just about got barred entry before I even got inside. As I'd been approaching the entrance in a very peculiar manner, as I'd been doing multiple triples jumps along the way ("hop, skip, and jump"). I bullshitted my way past the guard/bouncer at the door (went in to a long ramble about how I used to do Track & Field, and how my coach was a big fan of triple jump etc... all of which is actually perfectly true), then went up to the 2nd floor of SkyCity to check out Bar 3.
Unfortunately they had already closed, so I left SkyCity to roll down the hill to Darby Street (opening various sets along the way with high fives and whats up). Couldn't be bothered with the huge queue for Margaritas so I checked out Globe, carried on before like I had with high fives as I made my way straight to the dancefloor.
Spied a two set, went up to take the fucking hot girl's hand (a tall brunette) for a spin but I was left hanging there (tried twice, as I ploughed forward and said take my hand). Didn't pull it off as I was ignored, so took the attention to the shorter girl the tall one was dancing with. HBShort took my hand on one of my repeated attempts, did a few basic ceroc moves with her (doubles baskets, spins, etc), then teased HBTall about how HBShort was doing better than her etc... then I switched focus back to HBTall again & this time I did take her hand and dance with her which lead to making out. Attempted to get semi-isolation from her friend, but in the end she said she had to get back and dance with her friends (I should have gone for more isolation, and not just a little bit which is a weak play without any manly strength. Properly moved her from the dancefloor to the other end of the bar, then I could have tried for a full bounce etc).
So I just got her number quickly and released her back in to the wild, not a bad start as I'd only just walked in to the bar a couple of minutes before meeting her (and this being my first bar of the night, and as it turned out my last bar of the night too). I'd forgotten how much fun it is to go out alone! (hadn't been sarging all alone in ages and ages)
Time now I felt to check out what else is here other than the dancefloor, went round to the front where the couches/seats are. Open up a couple of girls sitting together, had them a little interested but didn't really go anywhere as not much later they got pulled away by friends and said they would see me later. I immediately leaps across to the corner seat a few meters away where a mixed two set was sitting, in the process dropping my phone which split in two and had the battery in the middle go flying away. OOPS!! Yeah, I was far from sober by this point and I hadn't ever been since I'd left home. Anyway I start up some inane conversation with the mixed two set I'd moved to sit next to, I forgot what. Probably about my phone smashing about. They were far to engrossed in each other, the conversation quickly faltered. Heh, whatever.
I fiddled around putting my phone back together. Saw two different girls (a blonde & a brunette) sit back down where the first two had been sitting, I leapt back in to action and across to them. Telling them the story of this was the first time my phone has ever came apart like that with the battery flying loose, and how pleased I am that I just managed to fix it! (it is a very pricey smart phone, not one that I'd want to get broken!) They were lapping up my words, finding everything that I said to be hilarious. Even said to me that they find everything I find said hilarious. I said what nonsense, I'm a perfectly dry and boring fellow. Not at all funny, I can prove them wrong that they could not possibly laugh at
everything that I will say as I then repeated to them "the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog". Yes, even that when I said it put them in fits of laughter.
Decided to take this further and go for a bounce to the dancefloor for the heavy physical escalation, but they said they are feeling tired (hence just sat down) as they had been dancing for
"a whole hour"! Pffft, I'm
not impressed. As a multi-time Ironman competitor an hour of exercise is nothing, I told them so.
They seemed like cool enough chicks so I went for the number close, telling them about "The Sobriety Party" I'm hosting at my apartment on friday. Yeah, they found that funny too just like every other word that came out my mouth! (the previous friday the party at the apartment had got seriously out of hand, just about a swingers orgy just about broke out spontaneously. Along with me there was four naked bodies on my little tiny single bed, plus of course the two fucking in the room next door. During all of this the party was still carrying on outside! The reason for all this? Was because I'd drunk far
far far too much! Been many drinking games. So the physical laws of the universe demanded a balance, so my SPAM and I are hosting as a joke on friday "The Sobriety Party!" There will be many water shots to be taken, and water cocktails!) I told them to bring water along, they said they will probably cheat and bring along alcohol. I tell them they will be punished if they do that, I'll force them to drink the alcohol and they will not be allowed to have any water!
While she was putting her number in my phone I entered in my number in to her's under "Dman The Tall". I do this so she will not get my number turning up as a random string of numbers when I txt her, makes it easier for her to remember me and it distinguishes me from all the other Dman's in her phone (as my first name is rather common). Generally I'll try to add something specific to the conversation after my name, for instance commonly if I've mentioned my Ironman racing I'll enter in my name to her phone as "Dman The Ironman" (I also might drop the "The", such as "Dman Tall" or "Dman Ironman"). Sometimes might throw in a sexy/hot as well. Any more ideas for generic names for me that I can save my name under is greatly appreciated.
I then send her a quick txt with the details of Friday's part. The txt started off with: "Hey sexy Dman!" (then the party details)
Oops, meant to write her name there! hahaha, that too totally split them up in laughter
Afterwards I got up to go to the dancefloor, along the way I stopped by at the bar to pick up yet another bottle of bourbon & coke (which I unfortunately spilled a bit off when I dropped it later on while I was on the stripper's pole, oops. Damn drunkenness!). More crazy madness followed (such as I was involved in breaking up a fight) which I'll skip over for the sake of saving trees when you print this out, till the point at which I was walking back to the dancefloor on the way from toilet.
Went past a cutie brunette standing next to the pool table, I go straight up to her and high five her because I love her green dress! I tell her how green is my favourite colour, showing her the green stripes on my shirt. Saying the reason why I loved green so much since I was a kid is because it the colour for camouflage, as my parents were in the army. She pretends to blend in to the wall. I say hey lets go dance, take he hand and off we go. She is the one dragging me along, always good to see when they are the ones leading me on to the dancefloor. But this is not the way it is meant to be, the guy is meant to be taking the lead. I take charge and lead once we are on the dancefloor, grinding automatically happens with the makeout quickly following afterwards. After a short period of this I take her off the dancefloor and to the entrance/exit. We are hand in hand but she heads off to the right, yet I wanted to go the left as that is the way to my home. Whatever, I don't cause any disagreement of this or even lead her back around and I just go with the flow (the importance of leadership is not showing dominance all the time over pointless things, but really showing it when it matters at key points) as I then continue with her in that direction. Planning to walk her around the block in a slightly more round about way back to mine, stopping at Father Ted's along the way. Which is exactly what happens, I put our paths without it even being noticed back on track towards my home. She makes a comment about not liking Father Ted's as we are approaching the place. Whatever, I cancel my thoughts I had of taking her to there (I hadn't even brought up the idea anyway) and carried on walking towards home.
From this point on it was all fairly stock standard, I went on a very long monologue with myself to occupy myself and her thoughts during the long walk home back to my place. Talking about whatever inane stuff I felt like. Such as bring up that I was a Sunday School Teacher while we were walking past the Cathedral, or joking with her that I couldn't possibly be taking her home as I am really homeless while we were walking past the homeless people shelter! Eventually she asks if I'm walking all the way out to Henderson (a suburb far out in West Auckland) as she is
not doing that! (it would take hours and hours!) Yes I am going to Henderson I said, but lets just try this next building and see if my swipe card works there so we can go to the top floor there instead. (I knew this was my place) Like magic the doors open with my swipe card! lol
She doesn't want to check out the stunning view from my balcony
Instead she goes straight to my bed
After sex and a shower together, I get to actually talk with her and find out something about her (before all I knew about her was that she was wearing a green dress!). She was 19 years old, 3rd year Nursing student, ex international swimmer (would train
nine hours a day!), and went to an all girl's catholic school. Plus she lives in the building right next door to my old building last time I was living in the city a few years back.
Last fun fact: she has an unusual name, yet she is the second one in my phone book and the second girl of that same name who I have made out with in that exact same bar this year.
Afterwards I was left wondering, as normally I never go out mid week but recently I've been out the last few wednesdays in a row and got laid every time. Is it easier midweek? (than on the typical "big nights out" of friday/saturday)
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