This is my first field report, hopefully not my last.

I go out last night, it starts out with all guys everywhere, so I drink and play cornhole. Then as girls start to roll in, I open some sets my wing opens some we begin to surround ourselves with people and I end up getting a few numbers before I even get warmed up, I'm new to pickup and I'm still feeling the high right now.

The DJ last night was a friend, there was no one on the dance floor so I put in a few requests. I am a pretty good hip hop/break dancer so I just started having fun. Before I know it, three songs have gone by, I have like 30 people looking at me and someone was actually recording me with a phone.

Normally I don't dance a lot, my friend even pointed it out this weekend that I have all these skills but would rather dance on the side than in the middle of everything, so in an attempt to be bold and sarge some ladies, I did it up.

Then I catch this mixed set of three girls and a guy. They're all staring and only look away when I catch them. I take it as an invite. I go get a drink, and approach. One girl an HB8 I had opened two weeks ago, I called her by her name, she had no idea who I was. So I explained the last time we met, that I mistook her for another girl, and she thought I was really charming and cute and that I was surprised she forgot me.

I switched gears and talked to the rest of the table. The guy just kind of sat there like I was an alien abducting his women. They commented on my dancing, and then in a twist, she stole my next move and isolated me. We go outside, she smokes and we get to know each other. At first shes trying to interview a little, so i got her talking about herself and bantered all the while I was trying out the kino escalation ladder. Man does that work. I made sure that I kinoed the rest of the set in a socially appropriate incidental manor, but it worked so well that at one point she had spilled a drink on her ass and I helped her pat it dry, she practically helped me.

I handed her my phone, and told her we could get together in like 6 months. She put in her digits, we danced some more, and as we left the bar together, she remembered (like 2 hours and some number of cocktails later) to tell me that we shouldn't wait months, we should get together next week.

Now let the text game begin.