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I don't know what it is about this one club, but every night I go there I have TERRIBLE luck. Not that I'm all that lucky to begin with, but this is just a kick straight to the gonads. My first night at this location, if you are so inclined, is also posted on this site, you can find it if you want.
I get there 1 hour early of course, and all my friends are at another bar that I couldn't find. Awesome. I sit around and there are tons of women, but it's ladies night and they're on the other side of the bar watching strippers. Awesome. So I try to look like I'm havin a good time. Thats one thing I might have improved on is smiling more. But maybe now it just looks creepy? I dunno. There's about 4 other guys on this side of the bar and they don't exactly look like they wanna be approached by a guy in a purple dress shirt on ladies night. So I enjoy my ice water and wait till the others get here. Awesome.
Hour later everyones here and I already know it's gonna be bad. Usually we meet up at another bar earlier, I talk around and eventually find a wing for the night. Usually someone 1) on their first night, makes me feel better and more confident or 2) Someone a little more experienced then me but not by much, makes me feel comfortable. It's never anyone super experienced and uber awesome, I just feel intimidated and awkward. And it shows.
This location is small and loud. Not really what I enjoy. I like big, open and loud, but not "Holy shit" loud. I usually stick out a little being 6'7" so people notice me circling, so I like somewhere big so I don't get noticed too often.
I'll just post the memorable sets.
After my first set, which wasn't great, I open a little chick in the corner with no smile or friends. Good idea ChuMp, way to be. She'll be HBCurse.
Me: Hey
HBC: *nothing*
Me: You look lonely and kinda down. Thought I'd come by and cheer you up.
HBC: *looks at something*
Me: *I look* What?
HBC: *nothing*
Me: So, who are you waiting for?
HBC: Nobody
Me: Oh, right. Well *hand on shoulder* I'm gonna take a hint.
I booked it right the fuck outta there. Gah, that was one angry little woman. Oh well, the night got better from then, cause it definitely couldn't get worse then that.
A set I saw all night but lacked balls to approach. That a 1/3 girls was... undesirable? We'll just put it at that, for her sake. They'll be HBLeft, HB Center, HBRight
Me: Hey guys *EC with HBR, but not rest of group*
HBR: Hi *unenthusiastic*
Me: K, can I ask you a question?
HBR: Uh-huh *A "Oh god" response*
Me: Do I look like a drug dealer? *I still haven't made EC with the rest, and I desperately look at the other 2*
HBR: Hahah, no. *genuine laugh, awesome*
Me: Oh good, I had some guy outside ask what I was dealing *turn to rest of group in order to open them too.* So guys, do I look like a drug dealer? *gesturing to my outfit*
HBL-Ce: *weird looks*
Me: *back to HBR* So, what are you guys celebrating tonight?
HRB: Absolutely nothing.
Me: Nice! High fives all around *high fives all around accompanied with weird looks* I figure if you can celebrate nothing, it's worth celebrating *taking a seat and noticing weird looks between HBL and HBCe, and yes, I know my statement makes no sense*
I continue to slap together sentences that make no sense at all, hoping and praying it sounds okay. I eject quickly enough once I stop getting any real feedback.
I don't know what it is, but I guess I give off this weird creepy insecure vibe. Oh wait, maybe it's because I'm weird creepy and insecure? Yah, that must be it. I had a horrible thought pass through my head on the way home tonight. "Maybe I'm not cut out for this stuff?". Then I remembered all my good nights. I was improving every night. I just took too long of a break between nights out.
Tell me anyone if in your first two months you had those doubts. Also, any comments on my sets would be superb. _________________ "Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so. "
-David Grayson
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