| I was in a rush when i put up the above, here is the full report in its uninspiring lgory:
I posted up at the Hibernian for the millionth time. I chatted with a bartender buddy until 2 girls strolled in. One heavyset, the other not as much. I had already decided I was opening at least 3 sets for the night. I came in from the side to the heavyset one. I did my usual weeknight line of how, "Raleigh's slow on weeknights, it's a fairweather town..." the heavyset girl was predictably glad an attractive man was speaking to her, but surprisingly didn't slide into bitch mode to make me the whipping boy for the fact that her weight has made her single for much of her life.
I switched positions after getting my 5th beer of the night and posted up between them. Turns out the cuter girl was the au pair for the heavier set one. Fuck. What is with my meeting au pairs ad nauseum?
This meant that the cuter girl wasn't going to steal me from the heavier set one. That's the fickle nature of logistics, people.
I ejected after my 6th beer and headed to game show Trivia night at Napper Tandy's. No sets worth opening. A bunch of frat-tastic guys with sneakers, khakis, and polos standing around and buying drinks *gag* for not that cute preppy, white chicks. Fucking. Spare. Me.
A girl from my high school flirted with me pretty hard but I simply leaned against the bar and decided that I was not NEARLY drunk enough for this shit. I hit the wall but pressed on.
I hailed a cab and made my way to Tequila Tuesday, texting a flakester I did a 60 minute take home on two weeks before. I strolled in and opened the first clearly wanting attention set I saw. The girl quickly came into my frame of living in the moment, her qualifying herself as a girl that makes bad decisions and lives impulsively from time to time. I became a social robot. I went through my material and even my lackluster emotion managed to succeed with this girl and her friend. I had one set left to open based on my established parameters for the night. I opened 3 girls seated on a couch. I'm making a habit of approaching girls which are logistically ill-advised. Fuck it. Why not? Open the hardest sets. Open the girls that other guys are afraid of approaching. The worst they can say is "no". The best they can say is "I'll fuck you". I like those odds. All or nothing, motherfuckers. There was a moment between when I started and ejected that the switch "flipped". When you're perceptive, you learn to note when girls flip this switch: what lacked was congruence on my part. The girls were cute, but I wasn't that attracted to them. This was my error.
When approaching girls who are used to shooting guys down Red Baron style, you must be all or nothing. There was a moment when I should have held the line. Held fast. But I did not. Because they just weren't my type. Whereas, a girl my type...with different genes than myself, would have warranted/elicited my cobalt steel frame. C'est la vie.
It was better than nothing and certainly better than standing by the bar lurking and jerking off in my thoughts like every other motherfucker out, drinking up the courage to approach women on a fuckin' Tuesday night. The battle is fought to be won. Can't knock a man for hoisting the black flag, only for hoisting it halfway.
I walked to my car until I hailed a cab, drifted peacefully into unconsciousness, woke up in a blizzard of hangover and dehydration, drove home, and went back to sleep at my parent's house.
The cost of direct game is just that: it is all or nothing. I'm simply tired. The girl last night wanted me to take her home (she told me). Not bad, since I'm at 3 take homes in 3 weeks. All with direct/inner game: Simply being who and what I am and unapologetic for it.
Oh yeah, I made conversation with a bartender from the night before who has witnessed my massive game at Flying Saucer 2 weeks in a row. The guy with her (Affliction shirt, muscles, soon-to-be balding, and overtly insecure) grew agitated the moment she leaned in to speak with me. I almost felt sorry for the guy. Walking around with her, trying his best, ineffectual game, then watching me stroll in effortlessly and with purpose.
I kept it casual and low key as I know that I'll see her again soon. _________________ "Fortune favors the bold."
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