I haven't posted a field report in ages, so I decided to start posting about 1 to 2 a month. Here's the first one, from last Saturday (Reproduced from my blog):

As usual myself and one wing (only my second time out with this guy) arrive at the club just before 9 to avoid paying the cover charge or hassle getting in. It’s already fairly busy at this time, so I have a feeling it’s going to be a good night.

We kick back and have a beer. My wing is young and eager to get going. I tell him I’m not going to bother opening sets until 10pm. Approaching and running a set can sap your energy, an I don’t want to burn out before prime time (11:30 – 1:30 IMO). I’ve seen so many wings arrive before 9, run around like mad things opening sets for a couple of hours, then bail before midnight because they get tired. This can get you some telephone numbers, but won’t get you an SNL.

My wing opens a passing 2 set as we’re stood by the bar by calling them over. There’s a tall blonde and a short brunette. I take the short brunette. We banter for a bit, and she seems interested with some IOIs coming my way, but I fuck up my response to a shit test and it dies:

Her: We’re in the White Room

Me: Posh. Do you have a big ice bucket full of champagne? That’s what they usually have in there.

Her: Yeah, but I don’t like it. I prefer vodka.

Me: I was just going to say I bet you prefer vodka. I can tell.

Her: So are you saying I’m not sophisticated?

I gave her what was supposed to be a faux guilty look, but I may have just looked like she had caught me out, therefore failing the shit test. In retrospect I should have ignored her question, grabbed her hand saying, “Show me how you move”, then spun her round, pulling her in for the lock in. Bit gamey but would pass the shit test and take the set forward at the same time.

The girls make their excuses and rejoin their friends. At this point a group of girls enters the club. One of them, an HB6 is dancing in a very sexual way as she walks by. We lock eyes for a couple of seconds. She is DTF and attracted to me, so I should definitely open her. I decide the time isn’t right yet. It’s still too early, so I let her walk on by. We’ll call her HBSexyLilDancer. I have a feeling (in my loins) that I’ll be seeing her later.

My wing opens another set in the smoking area which doesn’t come to much. Back in the club, and fast approaching 10pm I decide it’s time to open my first set, so I’m keeping my eyes open. At this time the clubs still only at 1/3rd capacity, so there isn’t much around. We’re going up some stairs as an HB9 is coming up. She’s the hottest girl I’ve seen so far so I open her. I go direct by telling her she looks gorgeous, then I ask her name. Turns out she’s here for her 19th birthday party. 10 years younger than me… Anway, the set doesn’t really hook so I let her go.

In the future I’ll open with what Rob Judge uses, “You’re adorable. I wanted to meet you.”. Although what you open with doesn’t really matter, that opener’s clever from a psychological point of view. I’ll right an entire post on it another time explaining why.

Later my wing and I are standing with our backs to the back of a booth in the golden spot. The golden spot is the spot in any bar / club which is equidistant from both the bar an the girl’s toilets. It’s a high traffic spot that’s perfect for grabbing girls on their own or in pairs as they go past.

My wing has a set that almost hooks, but not quite. I explain to him how locking the girl in against the back of the both can help in hooking sets, as it makes the girl feel like she’s having a conversation with you, rather than feeling like she’s just about to walk off.

I open an English HB8 that’s walking by with something like, “Hey, I need to talk to you right now. It’s really important. You’re cute, what’s your name?”. It hooks moderately well, but I realise I need to lock her in if this is going to go anywhere.

The banter’s going quite well, but my wing keeps interrupting and breaking my flow. He’s trying to get her to hold his glass. He doesn’t seem to realise dominance should come via finesse, not just barking orders at a girl. Eventually the girl makes her excuses and goes back to her friends. I raise the issue of not interrupting when I’m one one one with a girl to my wing. He told me he was trying to help me lock the girl in. He told him thanks, but no help needed. I explain to him about the bubble of love (from RSD’s Tim) which exists around a guy and a girl before a pull, and how having a third person stops that bubble existing.

After some more drinks, we hit the dance floor. The English girl is there and recognizes me. My wing says I should go for it. I disagree. She’s there pulling silly dance moves with a large group of her girlfriends. And that’s what she wants to do at the moment, have fun with her friends. When she’s done that for a while and had a couple more drinks, then she’ll be ready for having fun with men instead of her girls. So much of it is about being in the right place at the right time. In retrospect I would have danced with her for a bit without any escalation, then left her. This would have created a strong possibility of reopening and easily closing later in the night.

So I’m busting my (terrible, frankly) moves on the dance floor. The place is starting to get busy. There are a reasonable number of decent girls on the dance floor at this point. As I’m browsing this vagina buffet for a target I notice HBSexyLilDancer from earlier. She can really move her body. They say that dancing is the first stage in the human mating ritual, where people dance to attract a mate. Watching her dance now this seems very true.

A quick aside on girls dancing sexy. I’ve started to notice that these fall into two categories:

The attention whore The girl whose DTF

It’s hard to explain how to spot the difference between the two types, it’s just an experience thing. I can tell HBSexyLilDancer falls firmly into the DTF camp. She’s dancing like she’s the only girl in the world and no ones watching. She’s grinding her hips back and forth just for her, because she’s horny and wants to feel the music in her body, not because she wants to put a display on for the chodes.

I realise that my wing has already made his move; he’s kiss closing HBSexyLilDancer’s friend. He introduces me to her. I turn to HBSexyLilDancer.

Me: Is this your friend?

Her: Yes

Me: Cool. What’s you’re name?

Her: HBSexyLilDancer

Me: That accent…. eastern Europe?

Her: Slovakia… I’m from Slovakia. You?

Me: I’m English. I come from near London.

I take both of her hands and make strong eye contact.

Me: How long has the little Slovakian girl been in London?

Her: Two months.

Me: How many English men have you kissed since you’ve been in London?

Her: None. I have never kissed an English man.

Me: No? That’s so sad.

I move my head towards hers.

Me: You really should try it while you’re here.

I don’t even get to finish moving in for the kiss… She quickly and aggressively bridges the rest of the distance herself and we kiss. Her friend runs off and leaves my wing on his own.

We spend 5 minutes going for it on the dance floor. My hands on her tits, her hands on my cock. Girls often seem to put guys they pull on the dance floor into a box labeled, “Random Dance floor Pull”. They never answer when guys in this box call them the next day. They rarely go home with guys in this box. Obviously, you don’t want to be in this box, and this means getting them of the dance floor ASAP.

I grab her hand and start to lead her hand and start to lead her off the dance floor.

Her: Where are we going

Me: Don’t worry, just down stairs to the restaurant. It’s quiet there, and we need to talk.

Her: OK

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