Saturday night in NYC, sixth night in town. I went out alone to see an HB9 acquaintance perform, got there for the last song and she bolted off stage, out the back, and I couldn't even say Hi. On the way in, I made sure to talk to the bouncers and doormen. I admit, I had some AA, was cold from the walk and needed to warm up before talking to HB9, should have gone for it. Instead, I ordered a beer and sat in the back like a beta. A black HB6.5 opened me and I took the opportunity to get into state. We chatted a little while, I finished my beer, and bounced after she kept saying how sexy my lips were. Nice confidence booster, but I've lost some good opportunities getting hit on by over-aggressive girls, and I'd like some advice on dealing with those kinds of girls. Also, I tried talking to the bassist of the band, fucking asshole.

I get outside and the guitarist from the band opens me, saying thanks for coming. I tell him I know the singer and ask him where's a good place for a drink, he tells me where the band is going and we part ways on a good note, awesome guy. I'm walking down the street and see a HB8 tall blonde smoking a cig outside a bar. I ask her if she's going inside, she affirms, and I say I will too. I talk to the bouncer, I sit at the bar, order my beer, get the bartender's name, asshole already, enjoy your dollar tip. I open a HB6 at the bar, she's waiting for a friend. I open two guys next to me, business partners, one's an Aussie. Mostly telling people about my visit. HB6's friend comes, I talk to him. See HB8 from outside come in, should have talked, but still pretty cold. Try talking to bartender again, FUCKING ASSHOLE, he says something along the lines of "Come on, I'm busy," when he was just fucking standing around. NYC bartenders are shit, imho. Pissed about this guy, I decide to bounce, and give a warm goodbye to the HB6 and her friend.

Walking down the street a HB8 British girl and her chaps are behind me, she's saying she hates Americans and I tell her I take offense. She says "Not you!" and follows me to tell me the story. I stop to listen and touch her arm, I'm getting better. Her chaps cross the street, and since she was so adamant about following me, she has to cross a huge intersection right when the lights are turning, lol. I yell a goodbye.

I test out a couple bars, talk to doormen and bouncers, generally fucking nice guys. Get directions to a cheap place. I hit the bar, open a group of four Indian guys, and get an Aussie for a bartender. I tell him my shit experience with NYC tenders so far, and talk to him about Xavier Rudd and aboriginal peoples. For the first time in my life, a bartender gives me a free drink. I'm in fucking ecstasy. I tell the Indian guys about him, and get into some hilarious conversations with them. At this point, I'm in state and open a HB7 and HB8.5, forget what I said. The HB8.5 giggles and I turn back to my Indian friends. I'm catching eyes from all directions now, as these guys open up and we have good fucking laughs. Intermittent good conversations with the bartender also helps with social proof.

While I'm the life of the party, the HB8.5's proximity is off the wall while my back is to her. I can feel her ass all up on me and she doesn't mind. I ignore her while the Indian guys start buying me shot after shot, I've never had strangers do that before either. Also, the bartender pours shots to celebrate the Jet's win, and I pass them out to everyone, including the HB7 and HB8.5, HB8.5 giggles more. I should have gone after her, but for some reason I wanted the HB7. I sat down next to HB7, and started a conversation, tried to escalate kino, but I was hammered at this point. Oh well, she was pretty boring anyways, and I couldn't get passed her bitch shield, need advice.

Eventually, a girly friend of mine arrives and as we're about to bounce I notice the HB8.5 alone and I ask where her friend is. She laughs more and says she lost her wallet and was crying outside. Poor girl. I SHOULD HAVE FUCKING #-CLOSED THIS GORGEOUS GIRL, IOI'S OUT THE ASS. Honestly, I was intimidated, I never thought I could get a girl like that approaching as a complete stranger, the night was going so well I was kind of caught off guard. Also, I'm really taking to heart trying indirect pickup, but I realize there are times when I have to make the move. Next time, I'll at least try.

The night sucks after this, but at least I'm hammered at little cost. Mostly my girly friend just leads me around in the cold and takes me back to where I'm staying, she wasn't interested in going out and meeting people (WTF) and I'm not interested in her (she's in LTR with friend), just a lame time. I need new friends. On a high note, I open a HB8 in the subway and we have a great, funny conversation. Should have #-closed again, but like I said I'm working more on indirect pickup and getting into the talk to EVERYONE mentality. Today, I'm extremely happy to have had a great time flying solo, and I'm on the way to being a true alpha and having girls picking ME up.

tl;dr Took a few bounces to get into state, got hammered because people liked me so much and bought me drinks, talked to EVERYONE, couldn't close any HB's but the night was still FUN