Hey guys, Cinn's here with a new Field Report.

So I was going to be at my friend's 18th birthday party at a club I tend to go to when I have the chance.
I am however considering changing bars after tonight.

Here is what I wrote at 12:34 after being at the club about an hour and a half:
"I've had three approaches, all AFCs. Quite annoyed. Two tried to buy me drinks, I let one buy me a drink, the second one hadn't even spoken to me. Cinnamon is not happy."

Allow me to explain. Before entering the club, I made friendly with a few of the boys in the line, namely two boys behind me. We'll call them, blondouche (HG6) and Badancer (HG4). I ended up "breaking up" with badancer about fifteen times over things like how skinny he was (skinnier than me) and other such nonsense. I told them they could be my "secondary friends" because I was going to meet up with my birthday-friend.They agreed. Then the bouncer called ladies night and I moved up to the front of the line, much to the joy of my frozen toes. When I got inside I ran around looking for my friend, couldn't find her for the life of me. During my first pass around the main bar I ran into a boy, blackpuppy (HG6), he was in a four-set but I pretty well only talked the him. We chatted for a while about various things, including how "some girls, you know, they';re just trippin." and I explained I was trying to find my friend and left after the chat.
On my second trip around said bar, still looking for my friend, one of his buddies, redshirt (HG4), asked me if I wanted a drink. Right out of the blue. I declined and told him maybe after I found my friend.
So after I pretty well gave up on finding my friend I ran into blackpuppy again. He asked if I'd found my friend, I said I hadn't and I was still looking (a lie). He offered to help me find her, and we looked around for a bit, having no luck. I took him out the the dance floor (the boy followed me like a lost puppy, very needy) and we danced for a bit. I tried to give IODs but he just asked me "What, are you shy?", so finally I told him I wanted to look for my friend int he bathroom, where he couldn't follow me. I never got to the bathroom, I got sidetracked by a gaggle of girls who might have known where my friend was and ended up running into blackpuppy again. After a few minutes trying to see if I could get her paged, I explianed I hadn't checked the bathrooms yet, and went off to do so. The next time I saw blackpuppy, I turned around before he could see me.
Then I ran into blondouche and badancer again. I was actually pretty happy to see them, and we chatted for a while. Blondouche started raising the kino on me, along with badancer and we ended up by the bar, with blondedouche's arm around my shoulders, my arms occasionally around both their backs and badancer barely touching me. Blondouche assured me they were "country boys" and weren't going to "screw" me if I didn't want to. Then he asked if I'd ever had a threesome before, I told him no and then shifted forwards so that his hand was no longer tracing my crotch. This apparently tipped off blondouche to my disinterest in him and he then leaned over to baddancer and 'whispered' (ironically at a level that I could HEAR) the following: "Yeah man if you want her, go for it." There was more but it was all along the same strain. Now you understand his name. I turned to look at badancer and smilled a little bit. "You guys are cuuuute." I said in a sarcastic tone. So because I clearly wasn't drunk enough for them to be pulling this shit on me, blondouche told badancer to buy us a round. So we got a round of Buttery Nipples (thank you Paramour). Then blondouche wanted us to get another round of drinks. I declined and instead cut blondouche off, talking to badancer. Blondouche started gaming another girl but I think she saw through him too. After a while with badancer I took him out of the dance floor where he earned his name. The boy had no qualities to redeem his lackluster looks, scrawny physique and asshole of a friend. So I told him I was going to look for my friend again, and left.
That's when I went to the bathroom and wrote my little rant.
So I decided to make some approaches. I spotted a cute one by the bar, we'll call him drunkass (HG8). I opened him with my 'penguin' story and he actually said Mia, the name of my cat. After the cat-talk was over, I 'broke up' with him for not knowing the show Rupert. I also got a shot, though he had no reccomendations as to what I should get. I also joked about having a fake ID, then had him look at mine to prove it wasn't fake by how terrible the picture was. So we talked for a good while and I ended up nclosing him. Though he found my notebook very suspicious when I pulled it out to get his number. I need a better way to do that.
I tried the penguin opener on one more guy, who pretty well shut me down. We talked for a bit, but since he didn't name it after my cat, there was no way to escalate the conversation.

After that, I left the bar and went home. I'd had fun but nothing really interesting and I need to give my friend heck for not being there. -__-

Cinnamon

PS: I'm too tired and slightly-drink to analyze this stuff beyond 'They're losers! All of them!'. Maybe tomorrow...

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