I had a very interesting evening tonight that I thought was instructive. I'm not sure if it will be very helpful to others but I feel like I should share it. I was hanging out in our IRC channel when somebody mentioned the time and the date and I jokingly remarked "what the hell are we doing in front of our computers on a friday night," to which the general reply was something to the effect of "we have shit to do tomorrow morning, what are YOU doing inside on such a great evening?" At that point I decided that I should go out and sarge. While I may be a devoted student of the game and make occasional outings to practice, I am still very much a redpiller that exists more behind a keyboard than he does in the field and I was out of my element. I got on google and looked for nearby events, my choices boiled down to live country music a couple minutes down the road or a former DMC champion on 4 turntables at a club in a town about 20 minutes away. Without much thinking I opted for the turntablist and drove to the party, a venue which I had never visited before.

I quickly realized what I was getting myself into. I was the only white guy there (well technically there were 2 others, one was the headlining DJ and the other looked like he owned the place). The warmup DJ was playing hiphop and the crowd was thin, they were all seated in groups at tables and booths and it seemed I was the only person who arrived to the party solo, was the only white guy, was socially awkward and generally had a hard time fitting in. The only seating that was open was the large bench aligning the dancefloor made out of plastic colored lights. I sat down on this thing with a drink in my hand, facing the entire room who all seemed to be staring at me, it was awkward as fuck and I did my best to assume an alpha looking posture from the books and blogs and whatnot, I fear it was not very effective.

I remembered a lot of things I had read. Christian Mcqueen's material on how to conduct oneself in a club setting was especially prominent in my mind. I was friendly to the staff, I tipped well and introduced myself, they were really respectful and accomodating. I remembered something else I had read that said something to the effect of "seduce everyone" and I was trying to get myself in a social mood to work up the nerve to approach the groups of hostle looking people staring at me from their tables. I chatted with the bathroom attendant, he could tell I was nervous so I confessed to him that I was having a hard time fitting in out there and am not usually a very social person. He gave me his card and walked around with me, introducing me to a bunch of people. Everyone was friendly, eager to meet me and just a joy to be around. All the concerns in my mind dissolved away and I was just enjoying my time meeting everyone.

The warmup DJ was nearing the end of his set and we began finding our places on the dance floor. I was doing my best approximation of dancing and a man introduced me to his sister, telling me it was her birhtday and that I should "get up on that." A beautiful, thin black girl backed her ass up on my lap and I had a really difficult time feeling the music and dancing along to it. /r/nofap had worked its magic and I had a raging boner that made the entire world darken, there was only this ass against my dick and I had to struggle to be cool about it and just dance. I was obviously awkward, but it wasn't so bad that it came off as creepy, the dudes around me seemed to be amused by the whole situation and very encouraging. I could tell people were laughing at my expense but some of the dudes were really trying to get me to feel the music and move right, everyone was having a good time about the whole thing. They were friendly, they could have just ignored me but went out of their way to shake my hand, tell me their names, introduce me to people and get me dancing. I think a lot of them got joy out of partying with a novice and showing me how to "feel it" the way they did. I got a couple free shots from folks, grinded on a couple more girl asses and realized that it wasn't that big of a deal. Apparently all the girls just go from dude to dude and rub their asses on them for a couple minutes then move to the next one.

The headliner began his set, I got myself another drink and explored the space a bit. I am a decent looking man, I dressed in a fitted shirt, tight pants and dress shoes, I am tall and in reasonable shape. By this point in the evening I had met the door girl, the bathroom dude, a couple bartenders, a security dude , the MC, and a few of the fuzzy booted cage dancers, all of whom got a buck or two into their tipjars. I obviously stood out from the crowd by virtue of my race and possibly my generosity, and the important folks in the room all had a handshake and my name at this point. I think it was because of those introductions that a strange korean looking fellow waved me up to the VIP platform above the dj booth. This dude became my best friend for the rest of the party, he pointed at a girl and seconds later another gorgeous woman's ass was gyrating against my dick, he was standing beside me with an arm around my shoulder, trying to guide me into some dancing technique and I was just trying not to jizz in my pants. I come from an EDM background, a scene where you take a pill and flail like an idiot, nobody judges you and you can pretty much touch anyone you like without fear. Hiphop clubs are clearly different, there is a dance style and a ritual involved in securing an ass to grind on, girls were willing to give me the benefit of being a novice but I doubt I can count on that generosity in the long run. I will have to learn how to hiphop dance and grind on ass properly.

On the VIP platform the dudes were limited but the guard allowed the hot girls to enter freely. I had free shots from korean dude's bottle, he and his friends were all exchanging hi5's with me and enjoying the music, random girls were entering our space and assgrinding, I had a hard time beleiving that all of this was actually happening. I did my best to act natural but my dancing was strange, I'm sure I had a stupid grin on my face the whole night and people were likely making fun of me. Another girl's ass was against me, this one was so close that one of her weave strands got caught against the button of my shirt and pulled out when she disengaged. She was mad at first but soon realized it was her fault and acted apologetic. She gave me her name and told me she was a hair dresser. She asked me where I was from, I coudln't hear shit and turned her hip towards the bar and started walking, she follwed and it was quiet enough to hear her speak over there. We bullshitted about hair for a few minutes and I got her name, number and where she worked, she made me promise to meet her and get my hair done. My new best friend was looking on quite proudly through this whole exchange, whispered in my ear that it was "a very good start," and we returned to the vip platform to grind ass for a few more songs. Last call came, I got my new friend a drink, I figured it was the least I could do, we grinded more random asses and my new friend told me something to the effect of "let me know next time you are out man, I'm gonna go," and he put his number on my phone. He was all suited up and important looking, he might be a good network connection for ass in the future, he really seemed to know his shit. I hung out for a couple more songs and a couple more random asses then decided to leave myself.

Hair dresser weave-snagging girl was waiting outside the door, for me apparently. I told her something like "I'll seriously show up and have you work on my head, but I don't know how to find you." She was laughing, we perfomed the childish pinky oath to meet again (pinkie fingers interlock, both people kiss their thumb during the connection). I walked around the block and came back, told her I couldn't find my car and she offered to come with and help in the search. We found the car and I offered her a ride back to her car (we were all spread out along the street because parking sucks in the city), I kissed her on the mouth, a slightly lingering peck really and insisted she get in the car and it wasn't a big deal to get her to her ride. At this point I don't know if I did the right thing or the wrong thing. We were at a remote edge of the streets, she crawled over her seat and put her head in my lap, I pet the back of her head (apparently touching a black girl's hair is a big deal) and she undid my pants and sucked my dick in the car. I got off, she drank a little and wiped the rest off her chin and we drove around to find her car. I think I should have attempted to take her home with me but I wasn't thinking clearly and just hugged her goodnight instead. Grinding ass all night then getting your dick sucked has an effect on one's brain.

I made a presumption about her that I think turned out to be true. I figured she was interested in me and was using the hair dresser angle as a pretense to get me to meet her, because I had my hair buzzed down to nearly nothing and there really wasn't anything that a stylist could do with such a little amount of hair, she just wanted to get me to come around again. I wasn't counting on her waiting outside the door for me after having such a great evening. I think my succes with her was due to this fact, that I was not dependant on the outcome so it showed in my attitude and made her more attracted.

Overall, I really enjoyed my evening as the awkward white guy at the hiphop club. I only spent about 50 bucks the whole night and that was enough for entry, drinks and a generous amount of tips. I think I will go back, the people were more respectful than the EDM clubs and the whole experience delivered much more value for my money than many of the other places that I've been. I really do want to work on my awkwardness though, I don't want my awkward dancing and social behavior to be the object of redicule, or have to rely on kind members of the crowd to throw me a bone. One thing that really interests me now is body language. People can't really communicate verbally in that booming club environment. You have to open your sets without speaking and much depends on your ability to stylishly move with the music. I really want to be able to move smoothly now, and I really like the crowd that was at that party. I've been to lots of places over the years and few of them were more welcoming and respectful than that one, I suppose I owe some of that respect to Mcqueen's writings about introductions and tipping and such. I'd be quite pleased with myself if I could turn that club into a pussy paradise as the books describe, but we must take things one thing at a time, I intend to study and practice body language and social dancing, hopefully it pays off.