So I went to Atlantic City this weekend - Friday and Saturday night I stayed there. The friday night we went to this bar called Maynard's, it was pretty neat - I figured priority #1 here in rust removal is re-desensitizing (lol) myself to AA, so I kind of went in guns akimbo, shotgun-spray opening and dancing like a wild man. AMOGs came out heavy and I was moving around too much but that was kind of the point. I had a few actual failures at opening, like the girl wouldn't even look at me. Shit was wild. I managed to find it kind of funny though.

There was this one set, both I and the girls were kind of dancing in proximity to one another and I floated through their circle once or twice. I noticed one with her back to me - a "minor IOI" that Mystery mentions in some obscure youtube video, in passing. In reality you see this in the field all the time (at least I do, I dance a lot) and it would behoove you to recognize it. Anyway I'm dancing with this girl (a solid 8) and it's going well, we're getting close and grind-y and playful and she's letting me come in pretty close to her face, but sort of turning at the last minute. You can tell it's "no, not here" face. She gives a strong IOI - she leans in and pecks my cheek. Then, one song later, everything fizzles and she wanders away.

wat.

With my excellently perfect hindsight I can tell you that the peck on the cheek wasn't just an IOI, it was an escalation window. A retardedly obvious one at that. her face turn said "no, not here," while her peck said "well, how about over there." 15 minutes later I'm wandering around and I catch myself looking for her. one-itis strikes quickly grasshoppers. I snap out of it and continue my night, nothing substantially noteworthy, probably like 3 more sets of tired, not fun girls.

The next night we went to the Casbah, the club in the Taj Mahal. walking in there was nuts, 8s and 9s everywhere. Again, shotgunned my way through the club just to (re)-prove to myself that it's not really a big deal (whoever said the club is like high school, don't take it seriously - that worked for me). I had this one hilarious set:

"Whoa looks like a mini-dance party over here."

"yea we're pretty good at dancing"

*I stick out my hand to the one, "here"

she shakes her head, I laugh, stick my hand out to the next one.

she shakes her head as well.

I look at the third one and she goes, "take a hint buddy we don't want you here."

I laughed my ass off and gave her a high five. That's how I knew I finally had my AA at a manageable level once more. I was actually relieved that she blew me out and freed me up to go somewhere else. She didn't even really say it like a bitch, just kind of matter-of-factly. There was something refreshing about all of it, and this interaction kind of summed it all up well - I got rejected over and over and over and over again, and I still had fun and really didn't care. Well, I cared, I would have preferred to have gotten some, but it didn't alter my mood.

I was a bit disappointed to see what the girls WERE going for, jersey shore types and spanish guys pretty much riding totally on their sexy accents. Really only a tiny tiny bit though - like, the thought crossed my mind. and anyway that just highlighted the fact that i need to get a handle on lifestyle and looks to up my shit a little. I needs to get me a real, expensive haircut (got long locks up ins).

tl;dr: got rejected all weekend, feels good man.

bonus: it wasn't all fail, all the time. Some bachelorette party asked me for a condom (scavenger hunt), they were all like 5s anyway but the one says to me "what are you doing with MAGNUMS?"

"what do you THINK I'm doing with magnums?"

happy memorial day brahs.