| Club Empire! (3.15.08.)
Ok I realize it’s been awhile since my last FR. That’s because (as some of you know) over the past two and a half weeks I’ve been busting my ass to finish up finals projects and I got horrendously sick. I only get sick once a year, but when I do it’s monumental (true to form I got sick the week before finals). Haha. So expect more frequent FRs from this point forward. Okay, Enough dicking around, on to the FR!
The six of us are sitting in a circle around a small black table in the tiniest club I’ve been to. The music is obnoxiously loud. I’m reminded of Dane Cook’s routine about going to a club and enjoying the music if the volume were just a tiny bit lower. Glancing around the room scanning it for sets, I can tell I look hungry. Well that’s a yucky feeling, so I plaster a smile on my face and try moving to the music a bit. The venue is full of dudes, and more dudes who happened to bring girls with them, not too many sets of just chicks. “Oh well, it will fill up and the logistics will get better” I told myself. I glance over to Yenwen who looks up at me and jerks his head in the direction of the patio. Awesome, I could use a coffin nail about now. I can always count on you Yenwen. Fuck bronchitis I want my cancer delivered on a silver platter. Well . . . I suppose I’ll settle for a small cardboard box with a pretty camel on the front.
We walk out to the smoker’s patio and shoot the shit for a minute while the club insists on playing its blaring music out here as well. I’m losing my voice already. Kong comes out to greet us. After a minute he enters into a seated three set at the table behind us. Yenwen breaks into the set once Kong hooks. They start laughing again and I take that as my cue to join the party as Yenwen welcomes me warmly. Awesome, the night finally begins!
Casanova Crew OC representing:
~Me
~King Kong
~Yenwen
~Jackett
~Jack + a friend.
Saturday starts out pretty exciting, as the guys and I arrive early enough to hang out in the front of the line. The place reminds me of an El Torito, which is always a plus . . . hmm getting hungry.
We kill time at the front of the line when someone opens the female bouncer. She tells us she thought we were there for the show. Apparently this “show” is a bunch of male strippers doing their thing before ten o’clock, and the club opens later for everyone. If I remember right Kong makes some comment about her metal detector. She gives him a devious glance and goes on to explain how it’s her special tool for colon cleansing, which is why it’s so long and round.
Kong replies “Yeah. Well it’s not big enough for me.”
The look on this bouncer’s face made everybody fall to pieces with laughter. When she gathers her wits again she tells us that she KNEW we were here for the show. She had a feeling it was right up our alley. Haha. She’s fun, I like her already.
Jack tries to open a few sets while we’re in line, but no dice . . . soon enough we get to check out the inside of our El Torito themed playground.
I give the place a once over and realize just how tiny it actually is, not to mention pretty empty because we’re some of the first to arrive. I occupy myself by taking a bathroom break, rejoining the guys at our little black table soon after. This would be the part you’ve read already…..so continue reading, with great justice!
I walk over to Kong and Yenwen in the three set calm, relaxed, confident. I notice that once I’m walking over to a set there is no more anxiety, it’s been replaced by excitement because I’m about to have fun. Everyone is laughing, which is a great sign.
I greet them all with a playful smile. “What am I missing out on over here? I knew this was where the party’s at!”
“Hola Juan?!” Yenwen can barely contain himself as he talks into the phone while the girls all bust up into giggles again. They’re starting to remind me of sixth graders as they cover their mouths to try and hide their excitement with what’s happening.
“What’s your name?” The cutest one(I’m being lenient, here. Haha) is introducing herself to me. IOI, sick! Girls never seem to introduce themselves to me first in the club. We do introductions all around and she passes the phone to me.
“What am I doing with this?” I give her a ‘WTF?’ expression, raising an eyebrow as I take the phone from her.
“Well he probably won’t call back, so just push send to call him and say ‘Hola, Juan?’” Everybody starts laughing again, and I’m still clueless about what’s going on, but that doesn’t mean I’m not up for a grade school prank call.
I dial the number, get the dude’s voicemail. I decide it’s time to have some fun so I put on my best female Spanish accent. “Hola, Juan? Ooo I’m so hot for you righ’ now. I wan’ to fuck you up the ass!” End call. The girls are beside themselves with laughter, and I decide they’re a lot of fun. Yenwen and I talk with them for a while longer, but soon enough we’re heading inside to check out the crowd once more. It still looks bland, so we grab a seat with the guys at our sexy black table.
Fast forward a few minutes to find all six of us enjoying the smoker’s patio this time around. Cue the drunk girls, who stumble out into the smoker’s arena(yup, arena. We wrestle naked all while smoking. Haha). One of the smashed girls is a gorgeous brunette in a black and white dress who proceeds to walk directly over to our table, as if on a mission, assumes a seat between myself (I’m standing at this point) and Jack. She looks to Jack, asking for a cigarette.
”Sorry I got this one from Muse” pointing to me. “He’s the man you’ve got to ask.”
She looks up at me innocently with her dark brown bangs hanging in front of her eyes “Can I please have a cigarette?” She asks in her politestestest most 5 year-oldest voice. Her voice is sweet, seeming to match the body it came from perfectly.
I smirk, giving her a look like I’m not buying into her innocence. “Sure! Just one thing, you’ve got to stand up and give me your best dance move.” I make a circular motion in the air next to her. She gives the typical girl response of ‘not knowing any’ and I call her bullshit, making her dance for our amusement anyway. She starts flailing around, I suppose it’s some sort of dancing…somehow.
“Not good enough! You can do better than that.” I tell her. She immediately jumps up from her seat again and does the same shit. Whatever, it’s good enough. The guys are telling me she still didn’t do a great job, and she looks at me with those innocent eyes again.
“Nah, she’s put up with enough of our bullshit.” I turn to her, clawing her in for a big hug. “You’re alright, here ya go.”
Someone asks her if she and her friends were here for the strippers earlier, and she exclaims with excitement obvious in her expression: “No! There were strippers? OMG that’s awesome!” Jackett tells her they were male strippers, and she gives us a face of utter disgust.
“So you’re into the female strippers I take it?” I ask her while I raise an accusing eyebrow.
“Hell yeah! So hot!” She yells. Two more of her friends emerge from the club at this point obviously wanting to snatch her away. Kong and one of the other guys beat them to the punch, opening the obstacles before they even get within five feet of the gal. Thanks guys, owe you one.
“Wow, we are totally going to a strip club together!” I say with confidence, gazing into those deep brown eyes.
“Allriiiight! When?!” She asked, again watching me closely with that adorable, innocent look as she wraps a free arm around me.
“Very soon.” I told her knowingly, and put my arm around her for just a moment before pulling away. As I’m doing this, she drops her fucking cigarette. It bounces off the table on it’s flight toward the ground. We’re all just standing there watching it burn away to ash while the guys bust on her for being so clumsy.
No one makes a move to pick it up, so I bend over and snatch the smoke from its newfound home on the cement. That’s when I hear it behind me:
“WOOOOoooOOOooo!” Followed by girls laughter.
I stand up, hand the cigarette back to her, and before I can even utter the words ‘What did I miss?’ I feel a body slam against me from behind and start grinding on my ass! Glancing over my shoulder I see the two culprits, a couple of girls who can only be friends of Miss Innocent are dancing up on me. One of them takes her scarf off and wraps it around me, pulling me in closer. “Well, well, what an ego boost!” I thought to myself.
Since I was rocking my own scarf that night I said “Hey! My turn!” I break loose of her scarf, promptly spinning to face them, and continue to grind on the girl who is now in front of me. I immediately wrap my scarf around the two of them, pulling them in close. Their hands are everywhere, and I push them off after a moment, returning to my seated, cancer inhaling brunette.
“Okay, what are you girls out celebrating tonight?” I ask Miss Innocent “Your friends seem like a lot of fun!”
“It’s her twentieth birthday! And I just turned twenty also!” She exclaimed, obviously excited about it.
“Awesome! I’m twenty too! High Five!” She gives me solid palm slap action up high as I tell her “Yeah you know what they say, girls only come out to clubs to celebrate something, and it’s always either a birthday or one of the girls broke up with her boyfriend.” (Thanks Status for that beautiful conversation filler, I’ve been using it more and more.)
“Fuck that!” She yelled, not so innocent looking anymore. “We don’t have boyfriends! We’re out celebrating her birthday!!!” She looks excited again. I love her facial expressions, so raw and full of emotion, I imagine myself taking her home. Hehe…
I know I can kiss her at this point. There is no doubt in my mind about that subject. Not to mention number close her. Just one problem: I have a mental block about closing chicks that are hammered. Call it a qualm if you will. Instead of playing the “Club makeout guy” I get to play the role of “Pussy excuse maker” tonight. I humbly refuse my desire to move in, meeting her lips with mine. It was a split second decision I made as the moment became obvious to me, and just like that the moment has vanished as her friends finally break away from Kong and drag her away by the arm. How quickly logistics change in the field. “Oh well,” I thought to myself, “She was smashed anyway. She dropped the goddamned coffin nail four times. No big loss.”
Using my magical transportation device, I find myself back in the club standing with Kong and Jackett when I spot a two set of cutie petit Asian girls talking within ten feet of us.
“Two set to the left.” I tell my compadres, while chancing another look in their direction.
“Go ahead man, get in there!” Was all they needed to say, and I’m already walking toward the girls.
I notice one of them is leaning on a suitcase almost half the size of its owner. What the fuck is that about? Who brings a suitcase to a club, time to bust her for it. “Hey guys you’re absolutely fucking adorable, I just had to come over here and talk to you!” I deliver with ease. I quickly find them laughing thanking me for the ‘compliment’.
“Wow!” I point to the suitcase and place my hand on Asian#1’s shoulder. “Nice purse! I love it, goes with your outfit perfectly! Where did you get it?” The duo gives me a blank stare that says ‘What the fuck?’ for a split second before they bust up laughing. I follow this up by trying to transition into normal game, when suddenly Asian #1 waves her hand in the air signaling that she’s done with me. God damnit, no clue how to fix this one, except to plow but I really don’t care enough to put in the effort. “Hey you guys are alright. I’m going to get back to my friends now.”
Fast forward with me in my time machine again about fifteen minutes into the future, when I see Kong in a three set of cute Asian girls at the bar. He’s already got them laughing and leaning in, obviously hanging on his every word. I decide he could use a wing anyhow, and march toward them with a big smile plastered on my face.
“Oh my god! I hope you three aren’t hitting on my boyfriend!” I say in my most flamboyant gay accent as I wrap my arms around his shoulders ever so gently. I can barely conceal the fact that I’m about to giggle like a Catholic schoolgirl at what I just said.
The whole set starts laughing loudly again, and one of the girls shouts “Oh my god! I knew it! You ARE gay, Kong!” Well damn, now I’m confused. He filled me in that he had opened by asking if he looked gay, because a guy just grabbed his ass.
“So you guys are both gay then?” The dominant girl of the three asks us with an incredulous look on her face. Her pals seem intent on hearing every word.
“Why? Are you girls looking for blowjob tips?” I ask innocently. Laughter ensues.
“Of course!” The same dominant chick answers.
“Ahh, too bad you’re going to have to look somewhere else. We’re not gay.” They laugh again and I know I should have followed up with something stronger, but that was the only response floating around in my mind at the time. These chicks are fun so we stay and talk to them for another couple of minutes before Kong ejects. This set was so warm and receptive I was a bit disappointed but ejected with him anyway.
Throughout the night I opened a few more sets, a bunch of warm up sets, nothing to write home about. Kong and Jackett help to push me into a few mixed sets as well, because I have to get over my intimidation of working a set with dudes thrown into the mix. I hate having to be pushed into sets because I should be able to do this on my own, but I still have a mental block about mixed sets. Fucked if I can figure out why, all I’ve noticed about mixed sets is that ninety percent of the time other guys are easy to blow out or out game. Often times, if you introduce yourself to the guy first and make nice with him, he’ll turn out to be friendly and welcoming. Maybe the tidbit of advice that guys are your allies in field is true! Thanks for pushing me so hard you two, I appreciate it, guys. I’ll try a lot harder in the future to just go in on my own, but for now . . . thank you!
Fast forward once more. It’s now just after midnight when we find ourselves again sitting in a circle around our favorite whore of a table feeling frustrated by the crowd and the club as a whole. I can tell everyone wants to get out of there, and my voice is practically gone by now, making it hard to project over the music. I feel the need to hit the road as well at this point. I decide I’m going to open one last set before we take off. I tell Kong what I’m planning. He already has a set lined up for me, of course.
Pointing to the bar he says “Two set, by the end of the bar. Go.”
By now I’m feeling fearless as I stride toward these tiny Asian girls who are gazing around the club just begging for someone to talk with. Checking my posture, I calmly decide it’s time. Tonight is the night I leave my comfort zone in the ultimate way possible. It’s time to drop a bomb on these two, a first I will never forget.
Closing in . . . Time for talkingness! “Hi! I’m Nate! I’ve gotta say, you two are just too fucking adorable standing over here! I had to come over and talk with you.”
“Awww, thank you so much! You’re cute too!” They say practically in unison(well only one of them called me cute. Haha), followed by cute giggles.
I thought to myself “Wow, that hooked them?! This stuff is way easier when I just don’t give a shit! It’s now or never…”
“Hey, thanks! You two look like you could totally use a threesome tonight!” I place a hand on the upper arm of each girl as I drop my slight variation of the Apocalypse on them, barely able to hide my shock at what I had just said.
Then . . . Silence. The music was blasting, all around us people are practically yelling to talk to each other, the bartender is serving up drinks, but I hear none of those things. Only the dead silence following my invitation to these two cuties. Time distorts itself, blurring around the three of us as I hold eye contact with the one to my right. In reality, maybe five seconds went by, but it felt as if time had paused just long enough to stop by and ask me what the fuck had just come out of my mouth.
Just like that the bubble of awkward suspense around the three of us shatters, falling in pieces to the floor as the girls totally lose it. They can’t contain their surprise and are already laughing their asses off. I had done it! Briefly, yes, but I had held the line and they ate it up.
The girl I held eye contact with for an excruciating few moments rests her hand on my upper arm (hmm…mirroring my previous kino?) and follows with the expected “No, no threesome for us tonight! Thanks though, you’re a sweetie!”
Standing there in utter disbelief that I had actually Apocalypsed these two, my game plan fell through the floor. Here’s where the playbook says that once they refuse your offer (which they always do) you transition back into normal game, taking the interaction in whichever direction you fancy. Well, not this time, gov’nuh! “You guys are great!” I claw them in spewing my typical eject line with a big smile “I’m going back to my friends now, but it was nice meeting you two.”
I’m practically hovering six inches off the ground, as angel’s wings(maybe they’re devil’s wings, muahahaha!) carry me back to my five buddies who can’t help but give me confused looks. I hadn’t told any of them what I was going to do since I didn’t formulate a plan until I was already walking to greet the girls. I think the guys see me as pretty reserved (Not without good reason, I’m still opening up little by little around everyone. I just need more time and you’ll all see how obnoxious I really am once I’m 100% comfortable. Hope you’re ready.), which is why they were so shocked at what I had done. Hell, I surprised myself because I hadn’t just left my comfort zone, I was miles outside it this time. I didn’t care anymore. I just offered a threesome to two totally hot, complete strangers in a place I had never been before. I am normally pretty reserved around strangers and new people but it’s been easier and easier to be myself the more I go out, practice, and venture another step outside my comfort zone each time.
A couple of the guys do one more set since we’ve decided it’s time to go. I glance at the clock on my phone and holy shit, it’s only twelve thirty! We were just plain done with this place though, and by this time I was definitely not much for conversation thanks to my dying voice.
Overall I left club Empire with feelings of satisfaction and happiness that I had gotten the ball rolling on one of my biggest sticking points: Getting out of my comfort zone and being myself in set. I’m starting to understand what it’s like to not care anymore. Not care in the sense that approaching is really no big deal anymore, it’s coming much more fluidly and naturally now. On top of that, interactions are SO much more fun because I’ve totally dropped my outcome oriented way of thinking. I’m able to just let go, have a great time gaming girls, and meet cool new people. Taking these new steps is very exciting to me! I feel as though I’ve cleared a big hurtle in my progression with this little game we play when the sun goes down and club doors open to swallow us party goers each night.
I feel that I’m nearing the edge that is serious, quick progression. I’m ready to take the plunge.
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I know this was a long one guys, but if you made it all the way to the end, then I’m glad you took the time to read. You get a gold star! It was much longer than normal because I decided to take my Field Report writing in another direction. This one was much more fun to write than FRs in the past. I hope you enjoyed reading. If I get good feedback on this writing style, I’ll continue write like this with my future FRs. If you’d prefer I go back to the other way, then you’ll have to convince me. HA.
Goals for next time:
~ Push myself even farther out of my comfort zone while in set, and inject my personality as much as possible into my interactions. I need to stop being afraid of what girls will think if I get obnoxious, because they always seem to eat it up, even with what little I’m actually giving them currently.
~Start closing god damn it. More and more often I’m noticing sets where it’s obvious I can close with ease. Time to get some numbers and get back to my absolute favorite part of game: Day2’s and dates. Also, when I see the signs I need to just pull the fucking trigger and go in for the kiss. No more bullshitting around, time to progress. It’s time, I can feel it.
That’s all for now my tasty little yogurt cups. As always, I’d really like to get some feedback and constructive criticism on this one. If you do that for me I’ll love you forever and ever. Look forward to more coming from me very soon!
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