duke007
Master Don Juan
I've just arrived home, and I'm not the happiest camper. I thought two huge nights out in a row would be the perfect antidote to forget about all the family bullsh1t that is currently going on. But I feel like I've lost ground.
Last night I got drunk at a Uni bar night and had such a crap night it was worthy of a rant. I'll spare you the details though.
Tonight promised to bring me back into form. I was meeting up with two girls I met while in Fiji and one or two of their friends. One of the chicks I would have scored with at the time if not for her stupid borefriend back home. I found out that she had said, "I wish I didn't have a boyfriend right now"
A couple of weeks ago she gave my MSN to her friend who proceeded to take the initiative to email me and start a 3way conversation. The chat went perfectly. They were bored in a university computer lab until I came along and used some flirty C+F. She was obviously trying to set us up and it seemed to be working. She even SMSed me the next day saying, "We want you to come online again and entertain us". Of course I didn't.
Tonight was also the night I planned to break my karaoke virginity. I've wanted to do this a long time now, but have always made some excuse. I needed something to force me to put my balls on the line and differentiate me from the masses. Doing it in the presence of a large group of girls is better than signing to my guy friends. Also, tonight I drove. I'm completely pissed off with alcohol after last night.
When I first saw the girls, the one I nearly seduced in Fiji looked quite impressive. By looking at holiday photos I had to rate her a 6, but now she was a definite HB7.5 (don't you hate how so many chicks lose points on photos?). Problem is we soon met 3 other of her friends. That means there were 7 girls and me. I felt like some poofter on a girl's night out! The girl I chatted to on MSN was there and she was an HB7. Three were definite UGs.
We enter and straight away four of the girls (not HB7) down a shot. It's not long before they are wasted (HB7.5 in particular, we kept kinoing each other and I sooooo wanted to bone her). Initially my C+F was there but not flowing like it usually is. I made fun of her for being alcoholic and said the barman was ignoring her because she'd had too much to drink. (I had to signal the barman for her in the end!)
Unfortunately, HB7 was EXTREMELY quiet. She'd barely even talk to me and even then gave next to zero eye contact. In a group of three conversation, her HB6 friend completely took over. I spoke to the HB6 for a while and she was nice and friendly but HB7 seemed to completely freeze me out. It was almost rude...I had no idea what I did wrong for her to act so different towards me compared to when online. I didn't have any hairs coming out my nose or anything...
I told the girls I wanted to sing and the HB6 seemed unbelieving that I was actually going to do it. HB7 had no comment. We looked through the book and I made jokes about doing songs like "It's Raining Men" and "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun." HB7 barely gave a reaction and I wondered why I was even wasting my time.
All the songs were Sh1t, with a capital S. I like ballsy rock but the songlist was made for pop fanatics. I thought Boys Of Summer might be a good classic that I can do but it wasn't on there. I settled for Jet's "Are you Gonna Be My Girl?" even though I've never sung it, but unfortunately it was already done. The ONLY other song I knew well enough was Green Day's "Time of Your Life". It's a bit of a ballad and too slow for my liking. I had to choose it....my mind was already made up to do karaoke and NOTHING was going to stop me.
While waiting for my turn other guys got up and were WOEFUL. They sung crowd favourites though, so everyone joined in a had a good time. This made me feel a bit better. It's not how well you sing, it's the fact that you are giving it a shot that counts.
I finally got up on stage, and stone cold sober it became obvious it was the wrong time of the night for a ballad. People weren't hugging in circles like they do at closing time when Bon Jovi's "Living on a Prayer" comes on. I wan't the least bit nervous though. Stupid me missed the first line because I couldn't even hear the music properly. After a questionable start I settled into the song and thought I did an OK job. I've definitely sung better before but i was hitting most of the notes. Also as tends to happen in a noisy room I was signing too loud which can ruin a ballad. The crowd just didin't like the song...especially during the extended instrumental it kinda died. If only I could have belted out "Basket Case" or "Hitchin a Ride" people could judge if I was worthy or not.
When I left the stage I just became another anonymous clubber. No guy recognised me as the one who sang Time of Your Life, and I didn't receive one shred of EC from the females. I went back to my group of 4 girls (the three UGs were luckily elsewhere) and they barely even reacted. I laughed it off and said it was all in fun, that I won't quit my day job and that they have to do it now too. But HB6 and HB7 (who were sober) seemed to has a LESSER opinion of me now, if that was even possible. My friend HB7.5 was really cool though and was telling me how annoying it is when random guys pinch her arse. I said, "Would you get angry if I grab your arse?" *pinch* She slapped me on the chest
No chance of me getting with her though.
I sat down near HB6 and HB7 to see if I could chat but they pretty much froze me out. They were looking through the song book and laughing amongst each other about certain songs with no intention of singing any. Never mind that I'd already used that line of humour I went back the others and we sang the last few songs in a big circle. The b1tches left in a hurry and the others wanted to go to another pub to drink more.
Out on the street, HB7.5 was saying to her UG friend (who actually picked up) that guys should carry business cards with photos so when you wake up in the morning you can tell if they're worth calling. Geez I really am getting the sense about how shallow and picky women are these days in my city.
She then says her and her friends standards go WAY down when they're drunk. I said, "Well I must be looking pretty damn good now! You liked me sober!" She laughed which probably meant it was true.
I drove home alone. I had lots of female social proof, mainly with a girl who was getting attention from guys. But it didn't get me sh1t all. I also put my balls out on the line and sung karaoke but it didn't get me sh1t. Also I spent my time in the club not worrying about "picking up" or being on the lookout for possible approaches. Nothing gained. I did however speak to 2 other girls at one point but didn't follow up enough.
I must have fallen into a huge hole. I can't understand why genuine success seems so far away for me at this stage.
A 17yo smoker with a fake ID (ie little slvt) flaked on me, a flirty HB9 with few friends at swing dancing class stopped coming after 2 lessons, a cool ticket checker at the movies never got back to me after we joked around for about 10 mins, all the hot chicks at work are taken...the list goes on and on.
Ahh well I think I just need to read my signature again.
Last night I got drunk at a Uni bar night and had such a crap night it was worthy of a rant. I'll spare you the details though.
Tonight promised to bring me back into form. I was meeting up with two girls I met while in Fiji and one or two of their friends. One of the chicks I would have scored with at the time if not for her stupid borefriend back home. I found out that she had said, "I wish I didn't have a boyfriend right now"
A couple of weeks ago she gave my MSN to her friend who proceeded to take the initiative to email me and start a 3way conversation. The chat went perfectly. They were bored in a university computer lab until I came along and used some flirty C+F. She was obviously trying to set us up and it seemed to be working. She even SMSed me the next day saying, "We want you to come online again and entertain us". Of course I didn't.
Tonight was also the night I planned to break my karaoke virginity. I've wanted to do this a long time now, but have always made some excuse. I needed something to force me to put my balls on the line and differentiate me from the masses. Doing it in the presence of a large group of girls is better than signing to my guy friends. Also, tonight I drove. I'm completely pissed off with alcohol after last night.
When I first saw the girls, the one I nearly seduced in Fiji looked quite impressive. By looking at holiday photos I had to rate her a 6, but now she was a definite HB7.5 (don't you hate how so many chicks lose points on photos?). Problem is we soon met 3 other of her friends. That means there were 7 girls and me. I felt like some poofter on a girl's night out! The girl I chatted to on MSN was there and she was an HB7. Three were definite UGs.
We enter and straight away four of the girls (not HB7) down a shot. It's not long before they are wasted (HB7.5 in particular, we kept kinoing each other and I sooooo wanted to bone her). Initially my C+F was there but not flowing like it usually is. I made fun of her for being alcoholic and said the barman was ignoring her because she'd had too much to drink. (I had to signal the barman for her in the end!)
Unfortunately, HB7 was EXTREMELY quiet. She'd barely even talk to me and even then gave next to zero eye contact. In a group of three conversation, her HB6 friend completely took over. I spoke to the HB6 for a while and she was nice and friendly but HB7 seemed to completely freeze me out. It was almost rude...I had no idea what I did wrong for her to act so different towards me compared to when online. I didn't have any hairs coming out my nose or anything...
I told the girls I wanted to sing and the HB6 seemed unbelieving that I was actually going to do it. HB7 had no comment. We looked through the book and I made jokes about doing songs like "It's Raining Men" and "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun." HB7 barely gave a reaction and I wondered why I was even wasting my time.
All the songs were Sh1t, with a capital S. I like ballsy rock but the songlist was made for pop fanatics. I thought Boys Of Summer might be a good classic that I can do but it wasn't on there. I settled for Jet's "Are you Gonna Be My Girl?" even though I've never sung it, but unfortunately it was already done. The ONLY other song I knew well enough was Green Day's "Time of Your Life". It's a bit of a ballad and too slow for my liking. I had to choose it....my mind was already made up to do karaoke and NOTHING was going to stop me.
While waiting for my turn other guys got up and were WOEFUL. They sung crowd favourites though, so everyone joined in a had a good time. This made me feel a bit better. It's not how well you sing, it's the fact that you are giving it a shot that counts.
I finally got up on stage, and stone cold sober it became obvious it was the wrong time of the night for a ballad. People weren't hugging in circles like they do at closing time when Bon Jovi's "Living on a Prayer" comes on. I wan't the least bit nervous though. Stupid me missed the first line because I couldn't even hear the music properly. After a questionable start I settled into the song and thought I did an OK job. I've definitely sung better before but i was hitting most of the notes. Also as tends to happen in a noisy room I was signing too loud which can ruin a ballad. The crowd just didin't like the song...especially during the extended instrumental it kinda died. If only I could have belted out "Basket Case" or "Hitchin a Ride" people could judge if I was worthy or not.
When I left the stage I just became another anonymous clubber. No guy recognised me as the one who sang Time of Your Life, and I didn't receive one shred of EC from the females. I went back to my group of 4 girls (the three UGs were luckily elsewhere) and they barely even reacted. I laughed it off and said it was all in fun, that I won't quit my day job and that they have to do it now too. But HB6 and HB7 (who were sober) seemed to has a LESSER opinion of me now, if that was even possible. My friend HB7.5 was really cool though and was telling me how annoying it is when random guys pinch her arse. I said, "Would you get angry if I grab your arse?" *pinch* She slapped me on the chest
No chance of me getting with her though.I sat down near HB6 and HB7 to see if I could chat but they pretty much froze me out. They were looking through the song book and laughing amongst each other about certain songs with no intention of singing any. Never mind that I'd already used that line of humour
I went back the others and we sang the last few songs in a big circle. The b1tches left in a hurry and the others wanted to go to another pub to drink more.Out on the street, HB7.5 was saying to her UG friend (who actually picked up) that guys should carry business cards with photos so when you wake up in the morning you can tell if they're worth calling.
Geez I really am getting the sense about how shallow and picky women are these days in my city. She then says her and her friends standards go WAY down when they're drunk. I said, "Well I must be looking pretty damn good now! You liked me sober!" She laughed which probably meant it was true.
I drove home alone. I had lots of female social proof, mainly with a girl who was getting attention from guys. But it didn't get me sh1t all. I also put my balls out on the line and sung karaoke but it didn't get me sh1t. Also I spent my time in the club not worrying about "picking up" or being on the lookout for possible approaches. Nothing gained. I did however speak to 2 other girls at one point but didn't follow up enough.
I must have fallen into a huge hole. I can't understand why genuine success seems so far away for me at this stage.
A 17yo smoker with a fake ID (ie little slvt) flaked on me, a flirty HB9 with few friends at swing dancing class stopped coming after 2 lessons, a cool ticket checker at the movies never got back to me after we joked around for about 10 mins, all the hot chicks at work are taken...the list goes on and on.
Ahh well I think I just need to read my signature again.
