This is my first field report, so please feel free to ask for more detail, why I did something (if I don't explain it properly), or if I'm not writing this properly.

For most people here, the End notes may be enough to read. Most of the story is just me on the dance floor, just having a good fucking time and a chick going after me because of that.

Bar one(drink stop)

First stop was just to stop at a little bar which had a $6.25 triple special going on, so we will move past this. Just hanging out with all the folks in my faculty, good fucking time. Back on the bus.

Bar Two (dance stop)

We reach our second destination. Grab my buddy ( we will call him wingman from now on) and we hit the dance floor. No fucks given. He's a jacked black guy so us grinding on each other is hilarious. We are both having a blast, this gets the people around us having a blast. (I can only make this work with this guy. I've tried it before with other people [both guys and girls] who have the same energy, but we just have a spark together that gets those around us moving) Anyways, we're dancing, a couple guys start to come dance with us, sure! They wanted to have a good time, bring on the dancing. I turn, three HB7-8 dancing together and they are watching us. Well shit, I think they want to join us! I half moon walk and half fly in between them. I then proceed to do that thing that women do where they dance down into a wide squat position; they love it. I dance with them a little more. Another guy from my group points out some of our old high school buddies, I leave the nice ladies to go chat.

I head back to the dance floor and find my wingman, we start dancing again. One of the ladies from earlier comes and finds me, we dance for a song. hands everywhere. I twirl her, she twirls me (everybody loves being twirled). Song ends, she needs to go see her friends. Cool, she goes. Our bus is here, damn it was having a good time.

I will stop here and make note. If you are doing a pub crawl and you are having a blast, staying at that bar/club is sometimes the best choice

Bar Three (bad stop)

We walk in, empty. Music we can't dance to. Those who came with us are the only peoplereally there. Shit. One bud of mine said we should head back, we go back to bar two.

Bar Two (final stop)

Wingman, buddy, and I get back to bar two and jump into the dance floor head first, one hour left and I haven't danced enough.. we go hard. Not even five minutes in, the HB8 I was dancing with before comes and finds me. Dance together for a good 20 minutes until she says she needs to go outside and see here friends. I answer with, "let me come with you." She declines, no problem I turn and keep dancing. I get a poke on my shoulder, she's handing me her phone. I pull out my phone and give it to her instead (she's now invested something in me). She goes and sees her friends (She keeps going to talk to her friends, but always coming right back after.) Anyways, the night is just about done and I want to go home. I see this HB8 talking with another guy. I walk up to them and introduce myself to him, ignored her until I found some common ground. "Hey, I'm goaliebw..You're at the U of _? oh you're in? Do you know ___? Shit, he's one of my best buds." (Boom, we have something related). Right after we make this connection, I turn to the HB8, "hey HB8, you ready to go?" She answers with a "I'll catch up with you in a bit." Pretty sure this was a no and I'm not waiting around, I bid them good night and header out.

Getting a ride home, I text her.

Me: Just met this cute girl, who loves dancing!

Her: Who's this

Me:Tall, bearded, handsome as fuck guy with the big long pink ding dong penis. (I sent this because... why the fuck not? It's a line from the song "and we danced" by macklemoore.)

Her: I didn't see your penis lol

Me: we can talk about your problems over breakfast

I send this thinking I wouldn't get an answer, I was just having fun seeing how far ridiculous I could push things.

Morning

I wake up to a one word text, but my first thought is.. Really? You're still texting me?

Her: Clever

Well she was cute and lots of fun, lets see what I can do. What helped a lot in the following texts is because she is interested in me from how I was last night. I gained her interest, left her wanting more and then she pretty much helps me at the end to set up a date. Here's the texts.

Me: Oh boy, still recovering from last night. You're Andrea, right? (She put her name in my phone, who knows if she remembered that or not but I had no clue what her name was)

Her: Yes what's your name (I'm a pretty quite guy, so I get this a lot when I say my name in a club)

Me: goaliebw. Glad I found someone who could almost keep up with me dancing! I had a blast

Her: haha i like to bust a move!

Me: But only one song at a time, you kept running off to your friends (I'm calling her out on this)

Her: I know haha... (I'm not happy with how short her texts are, so my next text will push her to say more or I'll be done with her)

Me: So tell me a little about herself. What's something that you're better at than most people? (also note that this is the first time I ask her a question. Before this point, every text that I sent "could be" the end of the conversation, but she has choosen to keep texting me)

Her:I can rap slim shady like a motherfucker! (still a short reply, but I like the tone)

Me: Fucking yes, I want to hear that!

Her: What are you better at than most people? ( she is now investing in me trying to get to know me. This is a good sign)

Me: I'm one of the best around at picking women up. How I do it is I'll bend at my knees, put my arms around them, and lift. I can also do this to pick up men; just a special talent of mine ;) (winkie face cause bitches love winkie faces)

Her: Wow, that's quite the talent. Maybe you can pick me up sometime. (Sure can do)

Me: Maybe. you'll need to earn that privilege. How does Tuesday at 8 sound

Her: I guess I can pencil you in. (boom got what I want)

Me: Just press lightly in case you need to erase it. I'll give you a shout monday so we can figure out plans.

Her: Sounds good (end communication, beem me back up)

End Notes

During most of the night, I barely talked to her. I was just there having a fucking good time and she came and danced with me. Very little talking at all!

What I am and you reading this should take away; just go have a fucking good time, they will come, and keep text game fun and short.