The night started out at a massive "pre-game carnival", where there was dance music, free food, and carnival activities like the moon bounce and bull riding. My buddies and I danced with random people, approached random girls, caught up with friends. My friend saw this cute blonde, HB7 in a jump suit with space ships on it or some shit, and we approach. She's really sweet, and I date close (she's either crazy or a really unique person...); my buddy let's me take this one. I see an HB9 that I've seen a few times and have always wanted to approach, but this time didn't get the chance to before my friend pulled me away. Damn AA. We participate in the carnival activities, and have a good time there.

Next we hit some frat parties. Frat 1: I'll tell this story later...

Frat 2: the power of being genuine. In some tiny basement with music and everyone dancing. Go in with the usual non-verbal (dancing with them, handshake, hug, etc.), encounter some resistance, but still had a good time, as that was the number one priority. One HB7.5 said she had a boyfriend of 2.5 years, but I was genuine (a powerful technique that 60 years of challenge talks about): I said that I just wanted to meet her because I thought she looked interesting. She actually relaxed a lot, gave me eye contact, we bantered for about a minute and hugged, and I was on my way. Leave every person you come in contact with better than when you met them.

College bar: kisses from drunk chicks. We get blown out by our first set, it's almost expected now. Get rejection out of the way early in the night, and you get closer to god mode. I just start dancing with random girls, have a good time, open them, some are receptive and some aren't. I get two kisses from girls who put their arms around me, both from really drunk girls though (one was an HB8, if that counts for anything... damn look at my chode-self seeking validation).

The story of frat 1: an almost f-close that I'm embarrassed about. First thing, we approach, nonverbally of course because of the music. The first girl I approach is really receptive, we start grinding. This evolves into a makeout. I can tell she's extremely drunk. I isolate her, press her up against the wall, make out, start fingering her through her jeans. Being the noob that I am (never F-closed from gaming before), I pick her up to go home. She tells me she's a virgin, gets severe ASD, so I put her down, get her number, and bounce. Something felt off here, it's almost like she was too receptive, like it was too good to be true... later I go on facebook, look her up, and find out she's a chubby HB4. fuck. I was sober, but it was fucking dark. Ok fine, there's no one to blame but me. What the fuck do I do now, ignore her texts?

All this has gotten me thinking. Frat parties (and our local college bar that is essentially like a frat party), have got to be the worst places to meet quality women. Everyone you talk to is drunk, and the girls that give you action are drunk. But then again, it's a way to practice being direct, which definitely helps in escalation during more social situations like day or social circle game. Hmm, who the hell am I to make any judgements yet, I'm still a complete noob. Also, I guess the SNL with a HB9 isn't a bad motivator either. My brain is full of fuck right now, gotta sleep.