Field report 3 - a couple of dances and failed kiss closes.
So I head back to university in Oxford and on my first night back it's my friend's birthday.
We go for a curry first the group is It’s about 9 girls 5 guys. I established myself as the alpha of the group which wasn’t difficult given the competition, forcing people to play the penny game and then to drink when they lost. I noticed a few IOIs from the girl to the left of me – pretty but I’m not of the Asian persuasion.
As we leave the restaurant I get chatting to two American girls who I had been too far away from at the curry house to talk to. We have good chat peppering in negs and witty banter and one of them walks into a pole, obviously so engrossed by what I’m saying. They had smuggled some booze out of the restaurant so I went to buy some tonic to go with it and we made our own G&T. Unfortunately, the police then drove past and nicked it off us.
Anyway we get into the club and I’ve chosen a target from the two set. Let’s call her American 7. I lock-in with American 7 as the others fill the booth my friend has which has got a view of the dance floor and them of you. Great social proof. After some time some girls we vaguely know, 7’s and 8’s come over to try and get our booze. I neg them a few times but eventually my friend comes in and he’s too nice and gives them booze. One of the girls is a choir girl so I got some good chat from that. By this point there is a 6 who was at the restaurant earlier all over me. I dance with her a bit but she’s probably one of the worst girls in our group.
At some stage a girl who will be known as English 9 who I have met twice before rocks up. She says hi expressing excitement to see me. I then move away and talk to two less hot girls to the side of her. After a while she taps me on the arm and starts asking me some questions and being flirty. Again somehow I end up on the dance floor and she grabs me and I show her a few Latin American dancing moves. I negged her saying she looked taller than I remember – maybe not a very good neg, should have generraly negged her more. At some stage there’s this Canadian girl I know from college who happens to be there - Canadian 7. A very shy type seems to like me a bit I think, but she’s sort of too cute and too shy in a way. I introduced her to people and gave her some drinks – I was treating her as a friend rather than a target. She had failed to get into the a party so had come with only a couple of people.
So next I go out for a fag, I’m alone. I’m smoking in the entrance of the cinema and a two-set of a 7 and a good 8 open me from the bus-stop – perhaps 5 metres away – asking for a light. I throw them my matches without a word. I then proceed to laugh at them as they fail to use a match properly and I come over neg them and then DHV by getting it first time. We have some good chat which somehow moves a friend they are with being in a famous British tv show. I can see I’ve hooked them – they’re giving me the ‘who is this guy look’. They lead me back to the club by the hand and introduce me to their friends.
It’s strange though recently I seem to have developed blindness, I forget what people I’ve just met look like when I’m boozed. So anyway, we go downstairs and I’m introduced to someone but can’t hear shit. English 9 can see me entertaining this newly acquired 4-set and gives me a knowing look. I take one of the girls up to our booth to get a drink – I’m not paying for shit – but maybe this is still a bit dumb. Anyway, when we get there I’m astonished to realise that I’m not with the target who I thought I was isolating but a friend of her’s who looks a little similar but not as hot and who I haven’t spoken to at all. Am I going fucking blind?
So anyway, after some time I lose her and I go back down to the dance floor where I find English 9 with three random dudes. She grabs my hand and we dance a little then some rugby-jock in a Ralph Lauren t-shirt waltzes in with a bottle of champagne and steals English 9, after a few minutes they’re kissing. I ask my friend if English 9 has a bf and he tells me ‘yes’. Apparently he’d just turned up. So anyway I gather my breath go dance with the main group and remember that all important word NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEXT.
Moving on from being an AFC is about not letting a 9 slip through your hands ruin your night. So I head back to the booth and notice that American 7 is sitting and hasn’t been to dance, I grab her by the hand and lead her to the floor. After 10 minutes or so of comedy Latin American dancing things are getting frisky. I can see she’s getting turned on and I try to pull her, and she’s like no I have a bf but continues dancing. I try and pull her a couple of times but she’s not having it even if she doesn’t mind dancing. Eventually, we both leave. I’m thinking again ‘how fucking unlucky am I here?’
Even so, my spirit has not yet been killed as it moves to 2.30am. I regather myself with a fag outside and find the two fitties from earlier. We have some good banter but unfortunately it turns out they’re leaving. They are from Oxford but go to uni in Nottingham and are leaving early in the morning. So I head back in and I feel like it’s time for some dancefloor game. The booth is empty and there’s not much booze left. I know I’m now on my own, most of the group have headed home. So I bump asses and grab a few girls and encounter a few inevitable rejections, before I pray on this girl who, though I didn’t know it at this stage would be called Dutch 8. She was sort of on a limb out of her group as her mate danced with somewhere, I swoop in grab her hand and we dance for about 10 mins. I’m boozed and I try to pull her she walks off.
I’m not sure how much longer I can go on its approaching 3am. I go out for a fag in preparation for one last stab at the dancefloor. I get outside and Dutch 8 is talking to some douche, I plow in with ‘do I know you’. Then we have some good chat told her about my trip to Amsterdam and places in Holland I’d been while negging her. This shows how boozed I was, I lifted up her arm and said ummmm ‘no hair’ – neg and kino or just damn right rude? Anyway I ask her if she’s coming back in but then the douche I usurped is like ‘come come the taxi is here’. She goes to kiss me goodbye I get one on the lips.
By this stage I can’t go on even though a few of my friends are still in there. I head to the kebab stand and order some foul shite that I can still taste now. All in all a good night but ‘how did I not pull?’ Most important thing learnt is Oxford is so much more interesting and fun than Colchester. Although this was an out of the ordinary night as I had confidence and social proof already thanks to our portable harem.
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