Do you hear it? Can you see yourself inside, fucking a 19 year old with a fake id in the bathroom... The bass from outside the hyped up ultra lounge. Looking from the street you can see a line wrapped around the building, all the way to the overpriced valet service saving a walking distance of 20 feet. Smoke and laser lights through the windows pulsating to east european techno rock dance music. You've been out sunday through friday, each day with a few numbers gathered and a few first kisses that led to no where, but today's saturday, best night of the week.
Of course you park your car down the street and walk past the valet, fuck paying that asshole $5 to park your car 30 feet from the door, it will take him 20 minutes to get it later and you don't want to wait. Standing on the line at the door you wish you got there earlier so you could use your guestlist that almost everyone is on, but it makes you feel special and there's nothing wrong with that. Standing behind you is a two set, what do you do? They're hot, but sober, so you stand with your id in your right hand, wallet in the left, and look straight ahead. 45 seconds later some dude you'll later call a chode just opened the hotties behind you. Ignoring the girls shutting the guy down you finally get to the door and pay $20 bucks.
I hope you get that $20 worth inside. Sure the DJ is good, but how much dancing is worth $20. Inside it's exactly like every other place you've been that week. Loud, hectic, energetic, and more sluts that you can imagine. Most of these girls took the same amount of time to get ready as they did for their senior prom.
After taking a glance around you feel awkward and need something to change the mood. Making a B-line to the bar, you bump into several people and fight your way to the countertop. Wow! there's hot girls here too! Side by side. Should you open them, Nah, I'm getting a beer and talking with them will distract me when the bartender comes, I'll miss my opportunity to get alcohol in a club.
Finally 2 minutes later the bartender actually notices you standing over the counter with a $50 bill trying to make eye contact. Now you're holding a $12 drink and the girls are gone, instead it's 8 other guys doing the same exact thing as you. You decide that there's too much cock around and make the decision to find some. Now that you're inside, have a drink and all you see is men. But wait, take a few sips of your drink so you don't spill it. Uh oh, that redbull you drank just before entering just hit you, time to take a piss. Lets make your way through the crowd again. The bathroom is across the room and you have to pass a dancefloor and more beautiful women but omg, you can't hold it 10 minutes. Boom now you're on line for a men's bathroom wondering why there's a line at a dude piss bucket. After all this you finally get to pee and when you turn around some 45 yr old dude is holding a paper towel and has a wooden basket for with a few bucks in it. Fuck it, I'm not going to pay a dollar to wash my hands, I mean I just paid $12 for a drink who does the club owners think they are. So pricey.
Now it's 1am and you have yet to open a set. People at their height of drinking and having fun. The place is even more packed than when you walked in. But now you see some friends, hey that awkward feeling came back and being with a friend will change that. You meet up and talk for 10 minutes. Where to next? Outside? Sure you haven't talked to anyone inside maybe outside will be better. It's like standing on line but with alcohol (sometimes).
Time to get some pussy, fuck yeah, gunna kill it. Errr I'm so horny, fuck women, yeah fuck women. I'll show them by fucking them!...
Ok Set #1, opener check, transition check, routine #1...of fuck the girls went to the bathroom, but my girl said they'd be right back, I'm not going to move until she gets back here. We had a connection I can totally tell...tick tock tick tock, 20 minutes have gone by and she's not back. fuck that bitch, she's a cunt...errr...
Ok Set #2, lets fuck some bitches, opener check...self thought "this is going well, hey why is her friend taking her away" fuck that bitch, she's a cunt...errr...
Ok Set # nevermind my friend already opened one, I'm going over to wing
Oh shit I walked up and the girls ran away. All i did was say hi to friend and ask where sarah was. Why are there so many bitches in this club tonight. I don't get it.
You walk around a bit and who do you see making out with a hotty in the corner, that chode wildly hitting on women from the line outside. Fucking chode, he just got lucky, he met a drunk girl and probably sells drugs...
3am, nights not going too well, I have to get up before 1pm so, I better call it a night, everyone's leaving anyway. Fuck this place, it's just filled with bitches and drug dealers...
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7th night out and still haven't gotten laid... but it's a learning experience right? Tomorrow I'll get laid.
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Sorry guys, I've been this guy for years. I've spent time as this dumbass chode thinking he's getting better and that tomorrow he'll get laid. All I would have to do is keep going out.
Again, sorry, going out won't make you better or get you laid. Using that time to get work done will. Hitting on women will, blowing out will, getting slapped by us or girls will, taking a girls hand and putting it on your dick underneath a vip table will get you laid. If you want to start having sex with something other than your palm, get a wing who will slap the shit out of you and make you learn some fucking drive.
DRIVE + Being Sexual + Balance = sex with women
very simple...
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