Saturday 9th Feburary
So with 2 friends coming to spend the weekend with me, I was well pumped for a good night on Saturday. You’ve met TJ before, but let me introduce Turt to you as well. A little background, we like to call ourselves the three musketeers, it’s cliche; but we always have a good fucking time when we’re together for a night out on the town.
So they arrived into London and dropped their stuff off at my flat around 5pm, from then we headed straight to the pub to quash our well sought after craving of burgers and beer. After 3 pints, we left for the local supermarket to buy our drinks for the night, and came out with 2 bottles of Pepsi max…
Back home we started tucking into a mix of Vodka, Dissarono, white rum and eventually some home made Jaeger bombs. With some good times and good laughs, we got ready for the night ahead. I had a friend from university out in Soho, and the plan was to meet him, this was the same friend from my blog about NYE, you will be able to tell from this blog entry, but I’ll tell you now this friend remains as allusive as ever, and we never met him on the night out.
We head out and it’s late already, just before 11pm, we arrange to meet this friend at a place in the north part of soho, but I receive a text that says they moved onto Heaven, a gigantic gay club near Trafalgar Square. My friend TJ is gay, and he’s been suggesting we go there for a couple of months now, as you can tell from the title Turt and myself obliged!
After receiving that text, it really rounds of what a catatonically bad journey we had to Soho (a mixture of bus and tubes), it really took three times as long as it should have. But before that, we headed back to the same place as we went on NYE, this was from my selfish perspective simply because the standard of women in there was fantastic. But it was not meant to be the queue was long and it was raining too. We jumped in one of those Rickshaw bikes, which are over priced and fucking cold and he tooks us to Heaven. I tell you what with 3 grown men in the back of that thing, and the weather how it was he certainly earned his money. But the alcohol in your blood doesn’t make the journey feel any less like you’re going to die.
Heaven
After queuing for a long time, and having my chewing gum confiscated by the bouncer oddly, TJ, Turt and myself went into one of the biggest gay clubs in London and apparently Europe. I’ll confirm again, that allusive friend of mine wasn’t here.
So we get in, I head to the bar, TJ heads to the toilet and Turt waits just behind the crowd, his first experience of a gay club starts with him being approached in the first 30 seconds of being inside. The round I buy is in plastic cups, very flimsy and I drop my own drink, I scare everyone around me by yelling in anger, the barman doesn’t offer me another drink.
We walk around a bit checking the place out and looking for my friend, we still didn’t know he wasn’t here, and we end up on the top floor of the club that over looks everything. This was my approach area for the rest of the night
1st Approach
Turt taps me on the shoulder and tells me about a hot girl in a red dress, I want to approach but get a little anxiety first, I recognise it and just go and do it anyway. She’s at the bar with one guy, so I tap her on the shoulder.
“Hey, how’s it going?My names Olly-Roger.”
We shake hands and she gives her name in return. ”Not bad. Who are you here with?”
I turn round and point to TJ and Turt, “those two. And you?”
“Just my cousin”
“Do you always go out partying with family?”
She laughs, “Not all the time, no”
“I like your dress.”
“Thanks” and she smiles “We’re going back downstairs, to dance”
“ok, see ya”
Not the best, but it’s good to get the first approach out the way.
2nd Approach
After around 20 minutes of talking, laughing and joking. A hot girl in a blue dress comes upstairs, I go over and talk to her after a minute or 2, informing TJ that he may need to wingman me and flirt with the gay guy she’s with.
“Hi, I wanted to come and meet you”
“Oh, hi.”
We swap names and shake hands. I tell her my background in Psychology and take a guess at her job. I get it wrong, and have another go, I include her friend and get him to give me clues, I befriend him straight away. Obviously my intent is on her, but I included him in conversation as much as necessary. After some fluff talk, the gay friend leaves for a few minutes.
“Are you straight or gay?”
“I told you I came over here to meet you”
“I’m trying to hook up my friend”
“My friend over there is gay, they might get along.”
“Why are you here then?”
“I was meant to meet some friends, but they’re not here.”
“No I meant, it’s rare to see a straight man in gay club.”
“I try to keep an open non-judgemental mind.”
The friend comes back, and we fluff talk a bit. After that I find out she’s married, it’s a bit gutting as I liked her, and would’ve gone out to get to know her. My friend TJ rounded this up perfectly the next day, I said she was married, and he replied “ugh, what a waste.”
3rd approach
Shorty after excusing myself from the conversation I went back over to my friends and we had another drink. Then 4 girls came upstairs, all of them pretty, but one super hot, so I went to talk to her straight away. I went over and spoke to her found out her name “Oterely” never heard of that before. Maybe a nickname, but she was definitely foreign. The conversation didn’t really lead anywhere, Turt and TJ ended up talking to others from the group.
Approach 4
So I’m just talking to Turt at this point and TJ has made some friends with 3 girls at the bar, he brings them over good old TJ. So they’re talking to him for 30 seconds, and one of the girls comes over to me:
“apparently you’re not gay”
“word get’s around quick, no I’m not”
She gets close, really close, so I repeat the gesture and get close too, and after a few seconds like this, she begins to kiss me. I just leave it a peck on the lips for a moment, then go back in passionately, (credit to Daniel Balboa
http://themaleinsider.com/how-to-kiss-a ... ng-a-girl/) after that we begin to start talking but not even a sentence comes out before her friends grab her hand and takes her downstairs to dance.
That’s it for approaches, we finish our drinks and head downstairs amongst “the sea of gays” as TJ said, we dance for a bit I bump into the girl in the blue dress, I spin her around and dance with her for a few minutes, but nothing really comes of it.
We grab more drinks and just have a really good time in general, loads of drunken pictures the next day, hilarious moments like TJ stole pizza, left an embarrassing answerphone message to a guy he’s seeing, and also abusing me down the phone also by answerphone message too. I’ll give him a worthy mention of falling of his chair flat on his arse on the N29, if anyone was riding that bus at 5.30am Sunday morning, that was us. Turt managed to grab some of the most embarrassing pictures of everyone, especially a couple getting it on on a sofa at the back of the bar. So drinking + best friends + kissing girls, will make me miss these days when they come to an end, but hopefully no where near soon. It was an amazing night.
Overview
There seems to be a lack of sexuality and intent when I approach, it's like I'm scared of being sexual from the off. In a way I don't know if this is good or bad, obviously you want to build rapport with a girl but when it comes to clubs approaches you kind of want to state your desire for them right then from the get go.
Anyway it was good to get some detailed approaches down on my journal I'll be giving a proper review this week, and see how I've come along since starting it.