As I wrote before, I’m a nerd, I’ve always been and probably, even if it may not seems so on a first appearance, I always will be. In the first days of June I attended a big LARP event ("live action role-playing game", a form of role-playing game where the participants physically act out their characters' actions) with more or less a couple of thousands of gamers, and among them a surprisingly high amount of hotties, and the two lovely brunettes F. and E. among them.
At first, I had my doubts to attempt pick-ups in such a venue, so different from any other I’ve practiced in, than a few considerations came to mind:
- Conveying a strong identity is exceedingly simple because everybody is faking it
For shy or introverted people, impersonating a character may be an excellent way-out from approach anxiety
Being an even with a pre-determined time (5 days), it’s easy to see it as an “alternative life” where to act in a more free and libertine way
It’s just a game like everything else, there’s just clearer
With those thoughts in mind, I armed myself with the few skills I’ve developed joining this community, and went hunting a thin and lovely redhead…
…and failed miserably.
Long story short: after following all the necessary steps, I chickened out: after some comfort-building kino, I was looking for some signs of a green light from her to make a move, ignoring the fact that she was waiting for a move from me – a thing that was later confirmed by a common friend. She got bored and disappeared in the night.
Disappointed and frustrated by this failure, I moved to a tavern with a friend of mine to drown my sorrows; inside the wooden structure lit by a subtle candlelight, filled with people in fancy Renaissance clothes, we found an improvised gambling den. They had a handmade roulette table settled, where you could buy fiches and win shots. Being also broke, my friend offered me one fiche saying the motto “Sfortunato in amore, fortunato al gioco”
– unlucky in love, lucky in gambling.
…and he was right: within forty minutes I won so many shots that I was tipsy, my friend drunk, and I was offering free shots to everybody sitting nearby. Than F. sat at my side, smiling at me: a short and slim brunette in a tight black and white dress, an oval face with delicate-featured that reminded me of those old black and white French movies. Returning the smile, I invited her (and her friends) to blow on my fiches for good luck, and I kept winning. Between a play and the other, I took some time to chat with the girls, and I started a subtle kino playing a game of hands with F., who completely failed to understand the rules, and when I made her notice that she said something like
“Oh I’m sorry, I thought you were going to read my palm”
“Well, have you ever had a palm reading?”
I had absolutely no idea how a proper palm reading worked, but neither did she, so I improvised. After a few minutes, a told her that the place was too crowded to do a proper reading, so I handled the fiches to my friend and we moved to a bench nearby. Kino escalated quickly, but I can’t really recall the details: the shots began to take hold on me. Remembering my failure a few hours before, I opted for a more direct approach, and I suggested to continue in a more comfortable location. She looked at me and said:
“Unfortunately there’s someone waiting for me in my tent...”
“Fuck, all this work for nothing”
– I thought
“…but maybe we can go in your tent”
she added while moving her delicate hand up my thigh.
Maybe the motto was bullshit, after all.
The next afternoon I was sipping a cold, salty beer seeking shelter from the scorching sun in another improvised tavern, thinking about how I saw F. a few hours before kissing her boyfriend, and I somehow felt bad. I mean, that poor guy had no idea about where those lips were just a few hours before, and he seemed so happy holding her in his arms. Here I’m a newbie, so I’m pretty sure a lot of you have slept with girls who had boyfriends, what’s your opinion about that? Should I have stopped?
K527 you are becoming a degenerate savage!