Day Four – Temperamental State
After yesterday I’m out with a bang.. excitement and smell of adventure in the air. Feeling good.
Banker suggests Tiger Tiger but last minute changes to the plans occur. My mate, PartyBoy, a university friend, has caught whiff of my 30 day expedition and wants a taste of the glory. I willing to share and agree to meet at a club Covent Garden.
We arrive to the queue and learn that bouncers are being anal about ID and male/female ratios. Potential problems given we’re just two guys and my mate has classically decided to leave all I.D. else where. This is Irrelevant though, since we get turfed from the queue for being too male and even despite my efforts to chat up the beach ball sized female bouncer. It’s fine!
The simple answer to this to round up some girls. A couple of ugly looking sisters walk by and I spring forward inviting them to the club.
“The gardening club??” the least ugly of the two, enquires. “Like for gardeners?”
Apparently they are from up north and don’t know how hip and cool we are in London with our funky names. I convince them it’s a cool place to be.
I feel I have bestowed value upon them since I am cool with dashing looks and more over I have introduce these lost souls to a place filled with cock.
Now, imagine my shock and disgust when she turns around and suggests in a seedy sales like manner that I should purchase her and her uglier sister drinks for their favour of getting us in.
“We can get in without you, but you need us”.
“Fuck off” I retort, in surprised anger.
We quit attempts of entering that place and move on to cheesier venues.
Only later I realise what a fool I’d been; a smarter ploy would have been to agree to purchasing drinks for the ugly sisters but once inside scampered like a rat. Hehe. Oh well, live and learn.
We get to another club and thanks to PartyBoy’s genius, manage to bypass queues, ID checks and entry fees by entering through the club’s restaurant area. We get ourselves drinks and head for the cloakroom to offload jackets.
Now, with a drink in one hand and coat in the other, my only conceivable method of negotiating the swing doors in my path is with a swift kick or preferably an aggressive kick given my current mood.
Through the door windows I notice a couple of girls approaching in the opposite direction. I hold fire and wait for them to come through. Moments pass and no movement at the door – I logically assume they are clear of the door and let loose.
As you’ve probably figured the door smacks one of the girls in the face. Shit! I apologise loudly and sincerely. Her friend turns to me and retardly spouts “Can you apologise again!?”
This doesn’t make sense to me and so for the second time tonight, angered, I respond with “Fuck off!”.
This venue is busy and mixed crowd. I’m mainly hanging with my uni chums but darting off at the odd opportunity.
I do a number of approaches with no great results other than shooting the breeze. I find an odd feeling where my initial excitement for the night fizzles out and I’m plunged into the darkness of chode mode.
I fight through the feeling. Remember to have fun and just chill out with my mates.
PartyBoy, gets drunken as usual and is off talking shit to girls. I liken him to a draw-string toy – bring him to a party, apply alcohol, pull the string and he’s off!
I don’t have the luxury of this social lubricant as I don’t drink. Instead I keep fighting my chodey feelings and doing approaches. I feel likes its all going down hill. I don’t understand!
I rock up to two cute girls on the dance floor “Hey.. you guys are my favourite” I exclaim loud and proud. It opens but I self eject. Chodey times.
PartyBoy requests I wing him on two girls. Mine is a bitchy brown girl. It opens but I get a sense she is just being polite, this feeling overwhelms me and it soon fizzles out my interaction. PartyBoy doesn’t seem to be doing too well himself. We leave.
Fury now. I spot a hot chick moving through the dance floor with a friend in tow. I charge a straight line toward them and open the cute girl “Hi, I’m AJ..”, standing just in their path. She’s receptive but her friend goes to move away, “woah..” I grab the cute one’s arm.. “hey where’re you going?”
“You’re forceful” says the friend. They linger for a second but my frame is weak and I don’t persist. They go to move away and I let them.
It’s nearing the end of the night and I find myself on the dance floor with PartyBoy. We spot one cute girl surrounded by a mixture of friends. Despite feeling fairly low at this point I make one last move. Making eye contact I extend my hand over the group and go for a hi-five.. she reciprocates and I grab her hand and pull her toward me.
Other girls in her group see this and like a magnet they break from the guys they are with and swarm around me and PartyBoy. I fail to escalate or indeed do much more than just introduce myself. The moment of awesomeness evaporates almost as quickly as it occurred.
I’m done. Home time.
On my drive home thoughts about my state based game is starts to bug me. Maintaining my happy state is difficult. Tonight I was all over the place. I can see how my state based game is weak. Being on a high so early just left me tired and screwed over.
Not sure how to fix this.
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