Friday-night frolic kicked off early as usual as is always the case for me.
I hit up a lounge spot, grabbed a mixed drink and something to snack on while I asked around about the party later on.
I opened the chick who was standing beside me at the bar counter, asking her if she knew where the action is going to be later that night [it was about 7 PM at that time].
She told me about a talent-show concert thingy to be held just down the bloc from this lounge.
We went on to have a brisk and brief chitchat while drinks were being poured.
I rolled off.
A while later, perhaps a few hours after making some runs around the city, I made my way to the talent-show thing which was held at an open-air nightclub.
The way the venue and its logistics were structured, one didn’t have to enter the club in order to have access to the bars. So I stood outside, electing not to pay the $10 cover charge, but ordered myself a drink from outside.
A fair amount of people was congregating outside also.
After about 1:30 AM, they opened up the gates and no longer took cover charge, so anyone was allowed to enter at will.
“Fuck yea”! 😉
With my lone drink in hand- a terribly tasting mixed drink might I add- I made my way into the venue but paced around near the entrance trying to scope out the sets and lone wolves which were more to my liking.
I overheard a girl few yards away with an American accent so my antennae shot up and locked on like a heat-seeking missile.
On a side note: my cold-approach schtick and vibing work greater on American girls than non-Americans.
Why is this?
I guess because I have more in common with American girls opposed from girls here in the islands who can’t relate on commonalities.
In any case, she was in conversation with some dude who looks like a potential suitor so I waited a bit just to size up the situation some more.
In little or no time, she rolled off towards my way so I stopped her by hand motion and opened.
Can’t remember what the hell I said to her initially but we chatted nevertheless.
Some guy who she probably spoke to earlier in the night, or a guy who had likely bought her a drink, stop and said something to her, so she snipped our conversation to go talk to him.
Side note #2: Here’s the deal with guys who buy girls drinks [assuming he bought her a drink prior]; most guys do so with the sense of “If I buy her a drink, she is now indebted to me”. Hence, he expects the girl to be completely compliant, cordial and nice.
In the drink-buyer’s defense; the girl does become compliant and feels a sense of indebtedness (though to a degree), so she’s likely to give conversation only to the guy who had bought her drinks. But that doesn’t at all mean she will sleep with him (this is rarely ever the case as you would know).
In any case, she steps away to hear what the guy had to say.
For all I knew; they knew each other prior, and this wasn’t a pick-up attempt.
Screw that! I wasn’t gonna chance it! So instead of rolling off like a defeated guy who got AMOG’d, I stood right there and held onto the girls hand while she leaned over to hear what the guy had to say.
There were 2 guys actually.
The reason I held onto the girl was 2 folds:
1.) I wanted to give the guys the impression that this girl and I were already well acquainted and locked-in. So I wasn’t just some random club stranger. 😈
2.) I wanted to make sure the girl knew that I wasn’t just going to roll over, roll off and throw the set. I wanted her to know that I was still in the game.
In such a case where guys external-interrupts another’s set, the interrupted guy would either leave or stay there passively until the girl finishes chatting with the interrupter.
Being passive in such a case is risky because not only could the other guy pull the robbery and whisk the girl away for good, but the girl- under the influence- is liable to forget that she ever spoke to you, and wander off while leaving you standing there like a mannequin in a clothing store.
Therefore, I come to learn that the best play on my part is to interrupt the interrupter, or keep a physical hold on the girl by either holding onto her hand or holding her around the waist or shoulder as she listens to what the interrupter has to say.
Having felt that the interrupter’s conversation had been carrying on too long [perhaps 30 seconds], I yanked the girl by the hand (her palm) and pulled her away.
The guy yells out, “Yo man”!!!!
The girl does nothing but laughs and allows herself to be yanked off by me.
That’s 1 effective way (most effective actually) to handle potential cock-blocks, AMOG’s and guys who interrupt your set: just yank the girl back!
Anyway, so I yanked her (playfully yet dominantly) by the hand, led her towards the exit then threw my free arm around her shoulders then tightly embraced her in a hug while whispering some shit in her ears [I really don’t remember what the hell I said to her].
Whatever it was I said, she laughed and hit me on the shoulder then I rolled off.
Some time went by (perhaps 45 minutes), I spotted her again inside the club. She comes over and playfully hits me in the gut.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me.
I said something to her which was cheeky and forward.
This went on for about 2 minutes before we both rolled off again.
A while later, I spotted her again being chatted up by some muscular dude.
I knew this was an attempted pickup just by the looks of it.
As their conversation proceeded, I happened to draw nearer, to the point where I could overhear the conversation.
As suspected; they were total strangers and this was an attempted pickup.
However, what the guy does next made my jaw drop!
In hindsight, such a move should not have been appalling to me since most guys would’ve done it anyway.
What did the guy do?
He bought the girl something to eat and drink from the bar. 😯
Not only did I see this go down with my own 2 fucking eyes, but I overheard him making the offer to buy!
This led me to post the following status to Facebook as this was going down [I usually game while posting to social media 😉 ].
Not only is buying a drink suicide in such a situation, but it is even more damaging to the guy’s chances because he wasn’t at all locked-in!
In other words, the set wasn’t hooked. So buying a drink, let alone food and drink, would’ve been very risky since the set hadn’t hooked yet.
As predicted: the girl took the food and mixed drink, said “thanks” then sayonara (“bye”)!
She sped off!
Epic fail dude!
As the night/Saturday morning chugged along, I gamed a few more girls, although I was hell-bent on taking the New Yorker home.
Problem is [and there were many]: this girl was the hottest in the club, which means she drew the most male attention…which means competition heightens from other males.
By the looks of it, she appeared to be out alone. So at least I wouldn’t have to worry about some pull-blocking bitches (her friends) trying to sabotage the attempted pull.
The guy who’d bought her the drink and food stood by idly while she was chatting with some other dude.
As I was to swoop in again in hopes of isolating this lone wolf: she disappeared into the crowd!
“Oh- there she is”!
I pursued like my life was depended on it but she was just too far for me to catch up!
Yelling out to her would’ve been pointless since the music was blaringly deafening!
“Where the fuck is she going”, I said to myself as I kept up the pursuit!
“Oh no, Oh no, Oh no”!
She hops into a fucking waiting cab and took off!
The post below to Facebook depicts the defeat @ 2AM in my eyes…and the alcohol content.
All in all guys, it is just the way things go in the battlefield called the nightclub.
I love it!
Definitely not every weekend I get to take a chick home, neither should you believe that every weekend will materialize a novel lay. But you get the added benefit of learning how women and men operate in such environment. Hence a better sense of how to traverse that battlefield.