duke007
Master Don Juan
Last week was a raging success, so the three of us were keen to go one step further in our second meetup.
The venue was the same, but for some reason there were probably only half as many clubbers than there were the same time last week.
I arrived early and sat on a couch by myself with a glass of lemonade. I couldn't stay out late because I've just started my first full-time job...and mid-week clubbing in your first week is kinda silly. Unfortunately I began to grow tired and my whole mindset was way off. In the back of my mind I knew I'd have to leave once the night started to heat up. Also, getting a makout early in the night is pretty hard, so what was the point? All I kept mulling over was how I was going to wake up next morning and which train/bus I'd have to catch.
I've learnt over the years that mindstates are absolutely critical, but I still find it difficult to control. Just this week I've fluctuated continuously from walking with a bounce in my step and talking to strangers on the street, to thinking negatively about how female behaviour disgusts me.
So I was already stuffed before the night began but I owed it to myself to make an effort.
A group of girls and guys sat on the couches next to me, and one hot girl was left standing and seemed to be slightly left out. We were separated by a table (built into bench seats) so she began to move beer glasses off it so she could sit next to her friend. I started helping her and then said, "Are you sure you want to sit there? You'll get beer stains all over your butt." She agreed and kept standing so I "skooched" over a bit a made room. She thanked me and sat down but her friends had completely turned their heads so it was just me and her. Too easy!
I was delighted...she was an HB8.5 blonde. We started talking straightaway and she was very responsive, giving good eye contact and touching shoulders with me. But as always, I didn't apply adequate kino because of one major problem. Whenever I'm at a pub/club, my hands are ICE COLD from touching the glass. Touching her with cold fish hands is going to do way more harm than good....i've been repulsed in the past by girls kinoing with clammy, cold, wet hands. So all I did was nudge her with my arm and shoulder, which is weak. How the hell do other people overcome this problem?? It has hindered me for years now.
I was doing decently with the convo though. She started saying, "I'm a good girl" so I answered, "Ohhh yeah...that's what they all say!.....all girls have a wild side" She started asking me questions and I stupidly mentioned I was working full-time and it was my first week. This seemed to impress her but then I f*cked it all up by saying stuff like, "I really shouldn't be here" "I'm not going to have a big night" "I wont' be drinking tonight" Basically I was nowhere near congruent with her state...she was gearing up for a big crazy night and I wasn't the fun party guy she was looking for. Soon her friend came and took her so they could get drinks. All I had to say was, "I'll come and see you for a dance later tonight" but I missed my chance. Oh well from now on I should ONLY talk to girls in party mode.
Wingmate (who btw has requested I refer to him from now on as Donni) and No Longer a Loser soon arrived and we started talking about our goals for the night. Donni was determined to make 8 approaches. NLaL was only going to stay half an hour so he was keen to approach right away. There were so few opportunities we needed to do something drastic to get the ball rolling.
Two UGs were standing by the dancefloor as NLaL began to walk by. The one on the right gave prolonged EC until I shifted my head away in disgust. Then to my horror, NLaL walked right up to them and I sheepishly had to talk to the UG who eyed me. Needless to say it was awkward and I was quick to initiate the withdrawal. They kept showing up near us later in the night but these are the type of girls you'd never touch with a 10 foot pole. Donni had made a few quick approaches by this time but nothing really to write home about. It's also hard for me to comment when I didn't see what happened.
NLaL went up to two hut slutty looking girls (HB7.5 and HB7) on bar stools around a table and easily gained both of their attention. He used a classy opinion setpiece, about whether he looks better with or without glasses. Donni and I didn't want to intrude on his set....he might have been telling a good story or making really good C+F banter and one of us arriving would have stuffed it up. Eventually he looked over in our direction and pointed so I took my cue and started winging. The one I was talking to (HB7) was pretty cool but seemed shy. Soon NLaL announced he was going to leave so I told the girls I'd see them later on the dancefloor.
The venue was the same, but for some reason there were probably only half as many clubbers than there were the same time last week.
I arrived early and sat on a couch by myself with a glass of lemonade. I couldn't stay out late because I've just started my first full-time job...and mid-week clubbing in your first week is kinda silly. Unfortunately I began to grow tired and my whole mindset was way off. In the back of my mind I knew I'd have to leave once the night started to heat up. Also, getting a makout early in the night is pretty hard, so what was the point? All I kept mulling over was how I was going to wake up next morning and which train/bus I'd have to catch.
I've learnt over the years that mindstates are absolutely critical, but I still find it difficult to control. Just this week I've fluctuated continuously from walking with a bounce in my step and talking to strangers on the street, to thinking negatively about how female behaviour disgusts me.
So I was already stuffed before the night began but I owed it to myself to make an effort.
A group of girls and guys sat on the couches next to me, and one hot girl was left standing and seemed to be slightly left out. We were separated by a table (built into bench seats) so she began to move beer glasses off it so she could sit next to her friend. I started helping her and then said, "Are you sure you want to sit there? You'll get beer stains all over your butt." She agreed and kept standing so I "skooched" over a bit a made room. She thanked me and sat down but her friends had completely turned their heads so it was just me and her. Too easy!
I was delighted...she was an HB8.5 blonde. We started talking straightaway and she was very responsive, giving good eye contact and touching shoulders with me. But as always, I didn't apply adequate kino because of one major problem. Whenever I'm at a pub/club, my hands are ICE COLD from touching the glass. Touching her with cold fish hands is going to do way more harm than good....i've been repulsed in the past by girls kinoing with clammy, cold, wet hands. So all I did was nudge her with my arm and shoulder, which is weak. How the hell do other people overcome this problem?? It has hindered me for years now.
I was doing decently with the convo though. She started saying, "I'm a good girl" so I answered, "Ohhh yeah...that's what they all say!.....all girls have a wild side" She started asking me questions and I stupidly mentioned I was working full-time and it was my first week. This seemed to impress her but then I f*cked it all up by saying stuff like, "I really shouldn't be here" "I'm not going to have a big night" "I wont' be drinking tonight" Basically I was nowhere near congruent with her state...she was gearing up for a big crazy night and I wasn't the fun party guy she was looking for. Soon her friend came and took her so they could get drinks. All I had to say was, "I'll come and see you for a dance later tonight" but I missed my chance. Oh well from now on I should ONLY talk to girls in party mode.
Wingmate (who btw has requested I refer to him from now on as Donni) and No Longer a Loser soon arrived and we started talking about our goals for the night. Donni was determined to make 8 approaches. NLaL was only going to stay half an hour so he was keen to approach right away. There were so few opportunities we needed to do something drastic to get the ball rolling.
Two UGs were standing by the dancefloor as NLaL began to walk by. The one on the right gave prolonged EC until I shifted my head away in disgust. Then to my horror, NLaL walked right up to them and I sheepishly had to talk to the UG who eyed me. Needless to say it was awkward and I was quick to initiate the withdrawal. They kept showing up near us later in the night but these are the type of girls you'd never touch with a 10 foot pole. Donni had made a few quick approaches by this time but nothing really to write home about. It's also hard for me to comment when I didn't see what happened.
NLaL went up to two hut slutty looking girls (HB7.5 and HB7) on bar stools around a table and easily gained both of their attention. He used a classy opinion setpiece, about whether he looks better with or without glasses. Donni and I didn't want to intrude on his set....he might have been telling a good story or making really good C+F banter and one of us arriving would have stuffed it up. Eventually he looked over in our direction and pointed so I took my cue and started winging. The one I was talking to (HB7) was pretty cool but seemed shy. Soon NLaL announced he was going to leave so I told the girls I'd see them later on the dancefloor.
