Firstly, I am by no means a "DJ" or "PUA" or anything of that sort. I just wanted to share my Vegas experience and the results(or lack-there-of) I had while there. LONG POST INCOMING
My friend planned a small wedding in Vegas and wanted me to come. My initial decision was of course No, as I thought it would be too expensive. He then dropped the bomb on me and asked me to be his best man. I couldn't deny him that.
So there I was in Vegas. To my disappointment, nobody else (outside of the bride and grooms family) showed up. My friend, who used to be down to party and have a good time, seems to have turned into the exact PW guy that we always made fun of. That's a shame. They have the entire trip planned out and they're going to sleep around 9pm every night so they can get up early for some lame show. I think they had MAYBE a single drink the entire time there. That's fine, it's their weekend afterall and I don't have to approve of how they spend their time.
So, I end up flying solo the entire weekend. Mostly I just end up drunkenly walking the strip and meeting up with other people who are doing the same.
LONG STORY SHORT
The last night that I'm there, I end up in a club alone as the first person out on the dance floor. I went in with the intentions of dancing, and then it turned into me trying to get other people out on the dance floor. People probably thought I worked there or something. I end up dancing with almost every girl in that club. I'm having an awesome time. I eventually drank too much (around 11 shots w/o realizing it) and went on autopilot. I knew I wouldn't be getting laid at this point as my ability to concentrate was gone. Here's a list of things that I remember happening throughout that day/night.
-I got a handicapped guy to come out and dance in a large group I had formed...he had an awesome time (he was just in a wheelchair...he came out and starts pop/locking)
-Danced with almost every girl in there. I couldn't even leave the dance floor without a some random girl running up to my table and dragging me back out.
-Some girl that was pretty cool starts playing ultra hard-to-get. Her and I start this "I hate you" type war. Teasing and leaving, pushing each other away only to have her come back after I'm back mingling with other chicks (this makes no sense to me)
-Some guy tries to ****block me...telling me to Leave the girl alone. I ask him "Who are you bro? You having a good time today or what?" I high-five him and he tries to talk to the girl. She walks away from the **** blocker and throws her arms around my neck. (also makes no sense to me)
-Some girl feeds me some of her party cake.
-Another girl takes my shirt off while I'm dancing with her. (I work out + low bodyfat)
-Security asks me to put my shirt back on and laughs at the situation.
My night comes to a crawl at this point as I've had too much to drink. I never thought it would be possible to dance with every girl in a club and not take a single one back to the hotel...in Vegas.
Well...there's the rundown of my Vegas experience as a solo guy in a club. Had a blast, but I genuinely don't understand women sometimes.
My friend planned a small wedding in Vegas and wanted me to come. My initial decision was of course No, as I thought it would be too expensive. He then dropped the bomb on me and asked me to be his best man. I couldn't deny him that.
So there I was in Vegas. To my disappointment, nobody else (outside of the bride and grooms family) showed up. My friend, who used to be down to party and have a good time, seems to have turned into the exact PW guy that we always made fun of. That's a shame. They have the entire trip planned out and they're going to sleep around 9pm every night so they can get up early for some lame show. I think they had MAYBE a single drink the entire time there. That's fine, it's their weekend afterall and I don't have to approve of how they spend their time.
So, I end up flying solo the entire weekend. Mostly I just end up drunkenly walking the strip and meeting up with other people who are doing the same.
LONG STORY SHORT
The last night that I'm there, I end up in a club alone as the first person out on the dance floor. I went in with the intentions of dancing, and then it turned into me trying to get other people out on the dance floor. People probably thought I worked there or something. I end up dancing with almost every girl in that club. I'm having an awesome time. I eventually drank too much (around 11 shots w/o realizing it) and went on autopilot. I knew I wouldn't be getting laid at this point as my ability to concentrate was gone. Here's a list of things that I remember happening throughout that day/night.
-I got a handicapped guy to come out and dance in a large group I had formed...he had an awesome time (he was just in a wheelchair...he came out and starts pop/locking)
-Danced with almost every girl in there. I couldn't even leave the dance floor without a some random girl running up to my table and dragging me back out.
-Some girl that was pretty cool starts playing ultra hard-to-get. Her and I start this "I hate you" type war. Teasing and leaving, pushing each other away only to have her come back after I'm back mingling with other chicks (this makes no sense to me)
-Some guy tries to ****block me...telling me to Leave the girl alone. I ask him "Who are you bro? You having a good time today or what?" I high-five him and he tries to talk to the girl. She walks away from the **** blocker and throws her arms around my neck. (also makes no sense to me)
-Some girl feeds me some of her party cake.
-Another girl takes my shirt off while I'm dancing with her. (I work out + low bodyfat)
-Security asks me to put my shirt back on and laughs at the situation.
My night comes to a crawl at this point as I've had too much to drink. I never thought it would be possible to dance with every girl in a club and not take a single one back to the hotel...in Vegas.
Well...there's the rundown of my Vegas experience as a solo guy in a club. Had a blast, but I genuinely don't understand women sometimes.