[FR] Mission 10: Tonight we make soap.

ThrowawayPUA · 2010-08-22T08:40:59+00:00

[part 2]

Well anyway, this week there's a festival downtown and Nurse Girl told me she was going there after the meeting. I was already planning on going, mostly because I had to drop off some library books nearby. I told her we should go together and hang out. I figured at some point I'd ask her about that concert invitation/non-invitation incident. So we walked there after the meeting, and it was just totally oppressively hot and humid. I thought I was going to have a heatstroke. I'm getting pretty cranky, but trying to suppress it. We're poking around this festival, which was smaller and less interesting than last year, but then a live band starts up and we hang out for a while. I decided I was less interested in finding out if she had asked me out to that concert, since we were already kind of out together at a concert. We chat a bit, and we're both griping about our exes, and this is tricky since Nurse Girl knows The Woman and I've told her of our troubles, so I just skip over that and complain about the previous ex, the alcoholic that drove me crazy enough to go to our 12 step group. But we are both tiring out and have seen everything at the festival, so it's about time to head our separate ways.

And then I saw a woman I used to work with walking down the street. I know this one was giving me serious IOIs, but I was her supervisor and couldn't do anything about it at the time. And then when our contract job was over, I was in a meeting and she left before I could get her phone number. But this is good timing, I am about to eject from Nurse Girl just as the new target appears, I'll call her Zen Girl (she is a zen buddhist). So I follow after Zen Girl for a minute or two, conscious that I am probably about to appear tryhard for chasing after a woman. But I casually come up to her at a street corner, "hey I thought that was you.." Oh crap, I forgot her name. But she hasn't forgotten mine. She is with her 19 year old daughter and introduces us, oh is she hot. I'd do them both. We chat about our old job a bit and how neither of us are ever going to work there again, we hated it. Zen Girl gives me some serious IOIs again, e.g. she said she read my blog and enjoyed it, and commented on some specific stories. She mentions her daughter is starting at the university, they're moving into the dorms today. I told some silly stories about my own horrible days in the dorm when some guy set up a drug lab to manufacture hash oil in a locked handicapped access bathroom that wasn't being used, and then one day his hash oil solution caught on fire, making the densest cloud of pot smoke ever seen on earth. They both laughed, but I sensed that I was just reminding Zen Girl of all the mayhem her daughter was just about to encounter in the dorms. So what do I do? I ejected. Oh what a chump. I should have gotten her phone number, but I felt inhibited hitting on her in front of her daughter, I suspect that would not have gone well. Well maybe if I can just remember her damn name, I could look her up on Facebook. I found her once, but it said "status: in a relationship" so I didn't contact her. Now I am not deterred by such things. I am only deterred by my own self-limiting self-defeating attitudes.

But this chance meeting informed me of something I hadn't realized. A sedditor and I were chatting about an article by Roissy about seduction methods for each age group, and commented that young 18-21 year olds are often easier for an older guy like me, they are suckers for a smooth older man, after dealing with inexperienced high school boys. And then I realized, the bars are 21-only, there is a huge influx of freshman girls who desperately want to hook up this weekend and they are not going to be at the bars I hang out at, they'll all be at house parties where old men are not invited. Well at least the Juniors and Seniors are coming back. So I better get out there tonight.

I head out about 10:30PM, I figure I'll start around at my local live music place near my house, maybe Redhead Girl will be there. She isn't. The band sucks. There are only two unattached girls, real fatties. Time to GTFO. I head downtown and stop at a couple of other clubs on the edge of the bar district, on the pretext of checking out clubs for our meetup group. They are all sausage fests, and it's still hot and humid, these places are real dives and the people here just stink of BO. I can't stand it. But next door is my favorite old bar, the artist's and writer's bar. I used to hang out there a lot when I had a painting studio right across the street. But it would be a crappy place to sarge, it's really small. I decided I would go check it out, and damn if it isn't closed! Well this evening is getting off to a disappointing start.

I get back in the car and head downtown. I see a couple of girls dressed in improvised togas that look like they're made out of pink curtains. One of the girls trips over her toga, right as she crosses the street in front of my car, it falls right off her body. But she's wearing cutoff jeans and a top underneath, dammit. As I get closer to downtown, I am astonished at what I'm seeing. There are crowds of people walking downtown. Hordes of them. There must be a hundred people on each city block, in groups of 20 or 30, and this is going on for blocks and blocks. There are probably several thousand kids headed downtown tonight. This is the last weekend before school starts and they're all out to get drunk and laid while they still have no responsibilities. I have seen it busy downtown, but never like this.

I notice a bar I've never seen before on the edge of downtown, closest to the high density student apartments. I go in and it is so packed nobody can move. I work my way to the bar and then give up any thought of getting a drink. I did a couple of lame openers, like "oh man it's so packed in here!" and "could you even get near the bar? I gave up!" But this is too packed to sarge. I tried to work my way back out, leading the way for a girl I'd opened, we both decided we were heading for the exit (but she was with a boyfriend). I tapped one guy on the shoulder to make way, he looked back at me and just lost his composure. The girl laughed, but I felt bad for the poor chump. But not too bad, I just wanted him to get the fuck out of my way. I finally got out of there, I stood outside for a minute trying to figure out what happened, and I was amazed to see groups of 20 or 30 people going into the club, as groups of 20 or 30 people were trying to get out. It was insane. Last week I was complaining the clubs were too dead to sarge, now they're too packed to sarge.

So I headed back to my favorite club. All the girls are dolled up, but they're all alike, dressed in either a cheap little black dress, or a short empire-waist skirt from Forever 21, and cheap black heels. And the guys are all dressed alike, cargo shorts with a graphic tee. It is packed here too, at least I won't stand out all alone in an empty club. But there is a hostile vibe here, it's hot and crowded, people are shoving up to the bar, and it is a bad scene. I do a couple of openers, nothing is working. I leave and go to a new dance club next door. It's so loud I put in the earplugs I brought along, but I leave quickly. Head to Tavern J, it's relatively empty, eject and go back to my favorite club. Now it's getting to be about 12:30 and people are drunker, and the scene is going badly. I try for a couple of openers and they don't even catch. I'll just give one. A girl comes up right in front of me, twirls around looking around intensely. She faces me and I say, "You look lost." She says, "I'm looking for my boyfriend," she puts on lipstick while looking at me, then walks off. Weird. There is a very strange social dynamic here, the girls are all in groups and have bitch shields set to maximum, but they have not yet discovered that quality men are in short supply. The guys are all bouncing around like hostile idiots. Venus met Mars and there was a massive amount of sexual energy going around, but it didn't seem to have any place to go. Well hopefully this will settle down a bit once classes start. But for now, it is time to declare this a washout and head home. But at least I was out there trying openings again, doing far too few of them, but trying nonetheless.

I get home but I am surprised, the night is not yet over. As I sit down to write this FR, I notice I have an email, a Facebook notification. Nurse Girl wrote on my wall, "I had fun hangin' out with you today." I wrote her back, "I had fun too, let's hang out again soon, but let's find some place with air conditioning." Ha. Well I guess today wasn't a total washout, she is definitely interested in me. But I'm not sure if I should chase after Nurse Girl. I know I could have her, and she's cute and younger than me, but not too much younger. But I am afraid she'll turn into Marla from Fight Club, and I'll turn into Robert Paulson.

lookatmeimskinny · 2010-08-22T18:22:42+00:00

It's funny you're so into Fight Club, because every time you mention The Woman, I picture Marla.

PUAMinny · 2010-08-22T22:11:23+00:00

Loved it like always.

Whats the problem with nurse girl? You think she must have issues since she's at 12-step? I would at least give her a few dates and see if she's crazy or not.

You should give out some astrology tips, it seems like another cool trait to have about you, and I think at least a few of the guys around here would be interested, at least I would.

What does a pisces with pisces ascendant look like this week?

-Minny

workaccountblah · 2010-08-23T12:35:10+00:00

Great read. I would love to live in your head for a day.

The message that I took from the Fight Club self-help groups was that they were a very feminine way of dealing with our problems. I'm inclined to agree to an extent. I think that as men we are better at dealing with problems in other ways. Medication, physical exercise and self-reflection are potent ways to deal with any situation. I'm not an advocate of the lone wolf, but I do think that men getting advice about life from women (especially ABOUT women) can be a disaster.

Title	[FR] Mission 10: Tonight we make soap.
Author	ThrowawayPUA
Upvotes	9
Comments	8
Date	August 22, 2010 8:40 AM UTC (15 years ago)
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