New Years was awesome. Hung out with great friends and game was tight. During the holidays or any other form of a huge celebration, gaming is always much easier because folks around you tend to be in a positive state. Again my goal for the night was just to have fun, practice my game (ie observe my body language, redefine my approach, and work on my reframing of conversation), and make sure my buddies get hooked up.
We all decided to meet up at this club called Whisper in the city. Nice little venue that actually had parking available around the area. We get there early to enjoy the open bar being served from 9-11pm.
When we first arrive I notice this HBex-CalCheerleader I had F-closed about three weeks ago. She sees me but ignores my presence as she talks to her friends. I found that interesting, but predictable. In my AFC days I would have been pretty bummed out about a girl not paying attention to me, going as far as to chase her around for validation. Now is a totally different story. As a matter of fact, she became my motivation to build the most social value that I could that night, which truly paid off in the end.
Anyway inside the club, I assert myself as the leader of my group encouraging everyone to approach sets with the promise of me being their best wingman, and giving out little tips I've learned.
My friend goes through his usual AA, so I basically force him into an easy set of HB6's. Considering the fact that it was New Years, opening was extremely easy.
JermaineDeshawn: HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!!!!!
HB6: Happy New Years to you too.
JermaineDeshawn: You know what’s funny. I read this article that determined that men tend to be more attracted to a woman when she is wearing red.
HB6: Really?
JermaineDeshawn: Yea! I guess since your dress is burgundy I'm
ALMOST attracted to you.
HB6: Lol
I continue to ask her and her friend's name, and then I introduce my homie to the set. He takes it over as I excuse myself to get a drink. After he gets bored with that set we move on to a few others. There was this smoking HB9 outside smoking a cigarette. I open the short guy she was with, which allowed my homie to open her. It felt good knowing in a small way I have helped him get one step closer to getting laid.
Throughout the night I venture off by myself and opened as many sets as I could. There was this two set of HB7.5 and HB8 by the bar, which I got a chance to try out a couple lines I’ve been dying to try out. After opening I go for the shock and awe approach.
JermaineDeshawn: Hey I like your hair. *** I touch her hair for immediate kino***
HB7.5: Oh thank you.
JermaineDeshawn: So check this out. Did you hear about this elderly woman living alone, and just before New Years Eve a guy broke into her house buck-naked.
HB8: Oh no, ew.
JermaineDeshawn: I know. And so this guy didn’t say a word. He just kept following this poor woman around the house standing really really close to her. She didn’t know what to do, so by instinct she reached around, grabbed his testicles, and yanked as hard as she could.
HB7.5: WTF?
JermaineDeshawn: Crazy right? The guy ran off screaming, and the police eventually caught him. The funny thing is, his last name was Balls. James Balls.
HB8: Shut the fuck up. You made that up.
JermaineDeshawn: Um excuse me. I don’t lie.
HB8: You know what I think you’re trying to be one of those pick up artist guys.
(Oh how I've waited for someone to say that to me)
JermaineDeshawn: HA, OH PLEASE!!! I got game like I read the directions.
HB7.5: Hahaha you’re stupid.
The night goes on like this. Made out with a few girls, got two number (not sure from who), and helped out my homies as best as I could. At this point I’m talking with my friends and I get a tap on the shoulder. Surprise, surprise it is the HBex-CalCheerleader who was ignoring me all night. I played it off as if I hadn't seen her at all, exchange hugs, neg her about not dancing with me, introduce her to my homies, and let her know I would check in on her later.
Later I see HBex-CalCheerleader dancing on the stage with her friends on the stripper pole. Just for the fuck of it I turn to this AFC standing there staring at them.
JermaineDeshawn: Why don’t you grab one of them off the stage and dance with them.
AFC: I don’t know about that.
JermaineDeshawn: See watch this.
I go up to HBex-CalCheerleader, pull her off the stage, and start dancing with her. I look over at the AFC and give him the thumbs up. Aww the look on his face. Priceless. Anyway I say goodbye to my friends as we decide to catch a cab over to her place for some drunken sex. I must say cheerleaders are flexible.
Takeaways:
I've learned alot about myself over this past year. Things that used to seem impossible are now in my grasp. Mistakes I used to make are the mistake my friends are making, and I have no problem passing on my knowledge. Most importantly all these skills I have developed transfer into my daily life.
CHAT