So Saturday nothing happened as for 1. I was so hungover and didn't fancy the drive that came with the potential date I was intending. 2. I'd already organise to meet up with some friends.
Sunday was a "recovery day" in time for NYE, which turned out to be an amazing night because it was so spontaneous, I was just with one friend who came back to London with me.
So the night started out just at mine, we had a few drinks whilst franticly searching for something to do, this was all last minute and we didn't have tickets to anywhere, browsing through pages of events in London but no luck because entry to everywhere was £25+. We had a back up plan to meet a friend in Camden although we weren't sure if we'd get tickets on the door, or quite frankly if it would be that good. The original plan was to meet someone who's on my psychology course, at a pub then walk down to watch the fireworks at the Thames, then go clubbing afterwards. This was looking bleak, no contact of any plans for over 5/6 hours, we built our own night in the end.
We head out around 10:45pm, to a club I've been before, it's apparently a gay club - admittedly there a lot gay people there, but it's also one of the places dancers network in London, and dancers are generally straight women... My friend TJ, really wants to go so we decided it's a good choice and it has the cheapest entry fee, the intentions of the night have already been set, we were both pretty much looking for one night stands, he even had his contact lens solution in his pocket! In the meantime though, on our way - that is absolute carnage on the bus (classic London travel on NYE). TJ gets called "baby face" by a bunch of Spanish guys with stick on moustaches, it's admittedly quite funny. I throw some comments back and forth to a guy sitting down, who already looks wasted because he thinks I'm telling the truth about my "There's a moustaches only party in Camden." We jump off the bus and get on the tube and head to Soho. Also I texted the number I got from Friday, saying what were up to and she come and join, but she was at a party. At least it was a response I'll pursue that another time.
I finally hear back from my Uni buddy (UB) who's with his boyfriend, and he is in a pub in Soho; Convenient. The text conversation follows like this:
UB: Say 'insert Uni buddy's name' on the door
AR: Cool, are we guest listed?
UB: Warn you! It's camp, there's drag queens and gays. It's small, say my name on the door - it will get you in.
AR: Any women?
UB: Zero, Ha.
We get to the pub and I receive a text that says they are heading down to the river. It's now about 11:30pm and we won't make it to the river in time. And I have to say he wasn't holding back, it was exactly how it was described in the text above. As much I like to think I'm not homophobic, I felt really uncomfortable here, starting to feel bad about it, I was relieved when my gay friend TJ even admitted he did, it was a long 20-30 minutes to mid night. Although the bonus was we got a free champagne, (which tasted awful), it certainly wasn't worth standing next to drag cabaret for.
So after we neck our drinks we head out and catch a bit of the fireworks through a gap in the building at Leicester square, and shortly after make our way to the chosen club. The wild Goose chase continues in finding my friend, but we decide if the club is still cheap entry we'll go in, but if not meet him back at his for drinks. And the club was a measly £10 to get, some pubs were even charging that.
As we walked in, I have to say my hesitations about going there were quickly ridden off, there were some of the most attractive women I've seen even in just the walk inside. It was really a fantastic choice of venue, so after grabbing a drink, we head downstairs to the dancefloor. After TJ chats to someone he's met before we head to back of the dancefloor mainly as there's booths full of girls that I spotted.
There's an amazingly hot Brunette in a black dress, that I start dancing with straight away, I hold out my hand, she grabs it and I spin her around, and straight after I pull her in close "Why are you dancing on your own?"
B: "I'm with them" points to booth, (who I note there's an even prettier blonde in a red dress). "I have a boyfriend"
AR: "Oh me too! Let's double date." Admittedly not the best thing to say in a gay club.
B: "No sorry, I don't think so"
AR: "Fine, but we're dancing together."
She's hesitant at first, but then she eases into it a bit. After a couple of minutes and finishing drinks, we had back to the bar. Where I'm about to make another approach on another brunette, and then she turns and starts kissing another girl, shame as she was really pretty...
We head upstairs and TJ goes to get a round from the bar, I see a table of 4 girls. There's one girl with dark brown hair, who's just my type, quirky in her dress sense but looks fantastic. I approach with:
"Hey, I just saw you and wanted to come and get to know you"
"Hi, how's it going?" at this point I notice she's really drunk, but carry on.
"Good. What's your name?"
"says her name" I didn't catch it at first because of how drunk she is and it's unusual too, we shake hands. "Nice to meet you" with very strong eye contact.
At this point her friend to my right, butts in I'm assuming to cock block me. After some fluff talk with her, for about 2-3 minutes, about ages, jobs etc. she starts quizzing me on my approach on her friend. So I tell her "she's pretty and I want to get to know her." She's impressed with my honesty, and asks me what I think her friend does for work. My friend TJ is talking to the other 2 in the background, at this point I over hear a trademark "Heeeeey!"
AR: "Well she's definitely creative"
Friend: "yeah, good guess."
AR: "It's not entertainment, like music or acting"
Friend: "yeah carry on!" She actually got excited and impressed.
AR: "Must be a fashion designer then"
Friend: "Yeah, you're right. I'm impressed, it was a good guess."
AR: "Thanks. Well you just have to really look at someone, I'm sure you can do it too."
After this I talk to the drunk girl for a while longer, and the friend allows it, basically it's me getting the stamp of approval. And then she starts telling if I can cure her hiccups, she'll love me forever. I take this as a sign that she's going to be sick. Also at this moment, her friend tells me they don't like TJ, just on time for a really camp gay guy to come over and start bitching at TJ. I couldn't be bothered to pursue a potential vomit stained t-shirt, so we just leave, grab another drink and go back down stairs.
I dance with the girl with the black dress again from earlier for a few minutes, before I attempt to pick up a "celebrity" called Cheska, well not really she's just on reality TV, on that Made In Chelsea show, the only reason I know is because TJ gets excited and goes over and hugs her! Anyway she's with a dude in a white shirt. No idea if they're together or not, so I just make a move when she's on her own at the bar. It's super direct.
"Hey, you're so hot. I needed to come and meet you"
"I have a boyfriend"
"Oh cute a boy. How would you like to go out with a man?"
She laughs submissively, but strongly says. "I'm really taken"
I couldn't be bothered with that interaction any more, so just headed back over to dance with TJ and the brunette; at least I can say I hit on someone from TV.
I saw the blonde girl in the red dress from earlier, she was with a, let's say slightly chubbier girl. So I started talking to her, she was totally into it, and was flirting with me so I started flirting back, she had an accent and she was from Estonia. She was nice but I didn't see the blonde girl who I was going to ask me to introduce me to, however one thing I did notice, was the brunette I kept dancing with, was totally looking at me, from her body language I did sense a bit of attraction. So after I finished talking to the Estonian, I went back over one more time to see if I could push it for at least a kiss - it didn't happen. I grabbed TJ and we left it was 4am at this point, and we were hammered and tired so we left.
Thoughts, ramblings and a night review:
Despite not getting a number or anything else. It was a fantastic NYE mainly because it was just so much fun - I guess this is the definition of not really caring if you get the girl or not. This is important, if you start judging a successful night on how many times you get a number, kiss, or laid, you're in for real mental despair. Have fun first, and then think about approaching someone you look the like of.
However I do wish the fashion designer had been more sober because I feel we could have gotten on, but oh well, I could have gotten the number but I doubt she would have remembered me the next day.
Also that age old guy method of talk to the fat/ugly one first definitely gives the hotter girls a "I'm hotter than her, why isn't he talking to me" kind of feeling, but then she'll be more receptive when you talk to her, also because you've made friends with her, her potential to be a cockblock is a lot lower.
On the opening lines, the "I want to get to know you" seems to be more accepted, mainly it's intriguing for them, it gives them the impression that your talking to them just because they are hot, despite actually talking to them because they are hot. The good thing is, It's honest but it isn't too indirect like asking a girls opinion on something that you don't really care about.