Polish Falcon perspective on Triple Trouble Weekend - first night
Okay, on Ace's permission, in this post I will describe our Triple Trouble Weekend the way I remembered it. Three guys (me, my brother Jacky, Ace), three evenings (Thursday, Friday, Saturday). Three closes? Read on to find out!
We start on Thursday night. Their train came late, so we leave around 10PM. My brother is very "tired" after previous night party. The air is freezing cold (below zero). FYI, there are two partying zones in Krakow - old Jewish district called Kazimierz, with fancy bars and artsy clubs, where the thing is more about sitting and drinking, and Old Town around main market square, with lots of clubs and discos around, where the thing is more about dancing and drinking. Yes, drinking is the common denominator. We hit the Main Square in the Old Town first. We meet a blonde girl in funky hat who is SPAM invitations to "Cien" ("Shadow") club, standing there with two girlfriends and some guy. We start chatting (warmup!) and we actually get the idea to go to Rooster's to first eat something warm (official reason) and allow Ace try some MM routines on waitresses (unofficial reason). We manage to split the group, two girls leave, Ace takes care of the guy, I isolate the girl. We talk them into showing us the way to Rooster's, but don't manage to make them stay with us. Still, girl says to come and pick her up later, so she can join us for the club.
Ace actually knows a couple of nice magic tricks, but his verbal game didn't impress the waitress. The tricks, however, made us popular - folks from neighbouring tables would come over or peek or make comments. We talk with Ace and Jacky, I share Dallas stories and a couple of CA tricks and ideas. When waitress arives, I take over and instead of cocky lines, I try to make it personal. She studies this and that, I know someone from that school, so we try to find common friends, blah blah. I didn't even try to go for number close or anything, but she definitely became warmer then at the beginning when Ace was teasing her. He says that he know sees how JM works and that I'm not bad. Screw that, it's ego, I say I am just a beginner.
We join the invitations girl (let's call her AprilGirl). We first talk together, then guys stroll off a bit and it's one on one, but she is often getting distracted by seeing passing party people who might be temted to take the invitation. She keeps getting back to me, though. We are joking about my work and studies, because I am not telling her what I do, hinting on my travels instead. And then, BAM, my MLTR calls, because she is on her way travelling around Europe before coming to me yet and is stranded on some airport and needs my help. Crap, why right now? All these 'love' and 'darlings' start flying, way to discourage AprilGirl. Whatever. I try to straighten up the situation, then hang up. Back to AprilGirl. We agree that she will join us in the club, when she finishes her work with invitations. She keeps bugging me about my work'n'stuff, so I tell her that I will tell her three things about me, one of them false, and that she will have to guess which one is that - but also that I expect her to do the same thing in return, so now she should think them before joining us.
Story is getting to long, so let me abbreviate it a little bit. The club is located in the basement of XIX century tenement houses, in caves/cellars, three dancefloors, some twisted corners, quite some places for isolation. Before I finish my scouting of the place (gee, I need to go there more often), Ace has already opened a set. Two Australian guys and a girl, later two other girls join. Guys are okay, girls barely speak English, the one that is pretty is married, but as a warm-up set, it was okay. We then meet the guy that we have met with AprilGirl before, he's with some other girl, blah blah, some basic talk. I stroll around, open very sexy brunette in red, uhm, shirt I guess (makes her look half naked, notsure what this piece of clothes is called). Her girl friend leaves, but the girl says that she is studying something todo with physical education, I say it shows (what a body, honestly!), she asks how come. Instead of complimenting her on her curves, I wrap my arm around her waist, pull her close and whisper to her ear that it's all about the way she moves. I then go to say I trained martial arts for ten years and I can notice by looking at how people move how fit they are and what sport they practise. The compliment passed flawlessly, she thanks me, some more fluff talk follows, he shows me her biceps, touches mine, talk about studies and says with some regret in her voice that she would love to chat, but has a boyfriend and he's the owner of the club, so... I thank her for being straightforward, but say that it doesn't make the conversation with her impossible, methinks, and that she is really nice and I would like to talk some more. She beams up, says how all the guys around here are leaving her after she says she has a bf, and how nice it is to talk to me too. Anyhow, I don't want to have trouble with bodyguards and the owner, so I disengage later.
BTW, it is true. Most Polish players (meaning guys who go a lot to clubs, drink a lot, and hit on girls) are as subtle as a five-ton hammer falling on a girl. I haven't ever realised how few classy guys are around these places. I need to work more on my approaching, dancing, social and escalation skills, but all these muscled machos with chiselled jaws, expensive clothes and "I'm the toughguy" attitude don't intimidate me now. Well, at least significantly less than before.
I then walk around the club, joining Ace and his set, approaching one or two girls, talking with some black guy from States, sipping drink, high-fiving OwnersGirl whenever I see her and so on. I also noticed waitress from Rooster, funnily enough dressed very conservatively (as opposed to her skimpy work outfit). Fun times, fun times.
In the meantime AprilGirl arrives, we talk all together, I then lead her to the dancefloor (leading!), we dance. It's overcrowded, but we shake our bodies anyways. She's a volcano of energy, jumping, throwing her arms around, some really hot dancing also takes place, my thigh between her legs, friction, friction (you can call me frotter now). I then lead her to sofas, we sit down, lock legs, get personal. Unfortunately, this was my greatest failure of this evening - while the conversation was sparkling and sexy at the beginning, it became less so later on, less kino, argh. I did SOI though, I touched her a lot, played with her hair, caressed the back, we got the age difference issue sorted out (she's 19, I'm 27 - but I got her to say it's not a problem for her), I also managed to turn around the fact that I am just another boring computer guy. Later on we came back to Ace and Jacky, and when I left her for a while with Ace, this turned out to be a bad idea. I didn't want to struggle over her ("bros before hos", pardon my French), so I didn't interfere.
Some crazy dancing with a girl that came with the other guy followed and a weird situation followed. She had a band aid on her elbow and I assumed she was that guy's gf, so I kept cracking jokes about domestic violence and so on. Also, I didn't hit on her really, but there was some sexy dancing and double-entendre jokes. In the end, it turned out that she is not that guy's girlfriend (with a delicate suggestion that she is not taken), and also that she in fact doesn't have left arm and its prostetics. It really freaked me out. I mean, it shouldn't have, but it did. My imagination showed a slideshow of us having sex and I felt weird. It didn't spoil my night, but boy, was that unexpected. Now that I think of it, I should maybe have go for some mercy f**k with her, she said it scares away the guys and seemed a little bitter about it, it made me somewhat compassionate, but then again, I would feel like taking advantage of her.
My brother finally opened some set, three girls, rather trashy and not very good looking (well, one was all right), but he finally shown some initiative. For the record, he was still quite wasted after previous night, sort of justifies him. I joined for a while, got bored with girls, ejected and joined Ace with AprilGirl. She later bounced to other club with a friend she met, we were already getting tired and I didn't want to leave guys, so I declined the offer, even though she actually repeated the question to me specifically - I am a bit of a loser here, I know, but it was 4:30PM, I had to go to work at 9AM, and day before I also was partying, so I have decided to let her go. I managed to do semi-kiss-close, meaning kiss on the left cheek, kiss on the right cheek and then one straight on the lips. And then one more. Ot wasn't real deep kiss, but still, better than nothing.
Ace and I then joined my bro and his three-set, I ejected again (these girls were getting annoying), talked a while with OwnersGirl, who was already quite drunk, kissed her goodbye (just on the cheeks), talked to some guy in Japanese shirt and after some debriefing us three we prepared to leave. Also, my brother opened a two-set while leaving, without spectacular successes, but still - he tried. I rewarded him for that wink
Oh, one more thing - I saw pretty blonde eyeing me in the middle of the night, so I approached and told her I will join her on the dance floor later, and then I forgot about it. There was just too much happening. Bumped into her when she was leaving, said I couldn't find her before (no silly apologizing!), and instead of going for the phone number (her other friends around, us having talked to each other maybe for 30 seconds altogether), set up to meet her in the same club on 10th January 2008. She laughed and made me promise I will be there. Heck, am I getting good at it or what?
And then the night was over.
Also during these days - some flirty texting and mailing with three other girls, possible follow-up in January (because I leave Krakow for Christmas). Details might follow
Lessons learnt - I have not forgotten entirely what I have learnt in States. Ace said our approaches (MM vs JM) are different, but he gives credit where due. I still have approach anxiety, but I am able to contain and/or minimize it in most cases. I still fail sometimes, but my confidence is much higher. For the record, I didn't even dress up for that night, just regular black T-shirt and a cross between a sweater and a blouse - my weapons were not looks, but mindset and JM. Another lesson - don't trust MM guys. Don't ever let go the girl you're working on, persist, don't slow down. With more in-field training I can become better, but already I see results.
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