Quick Aside: I've spent most of my adult life working in and living inside high end nightclubs, casinos, and bars in Las Vegas. Those familiar with my writing know what I'm talking about, but to those new to my topics you must understand one thing: My job and lifestyle permits me to see how people truly actually are-- masks removed, full throttle human experience-- and most importantly take part in it. A few years ago I decided to cast aside my participation and rather write about these absurd experiences to share light on how people really work.

This is one of those stories.

A couple of weeks ago I'm running the door at my new location. It's one of our busiest nights of the month which means thirsty guys, girls in their finest fuck me clothes(and attitudes), the thirsty legion supplying my pockets with money in an attempt to win these women over, and the general redundant malaise of the modern social dystopia and all its familiar trappings: Cell phones and pictures everywhere, everyone in the same hip, sold to them from the mountaintop disguised as cultural recognition fashion, you know...the usual.

Every girl has a flannel wrapped around their waist and every guy has their Boardwalk Empire haircut on is what I'm saying. Also, pills. Lots of pills. Like everyone is on pills nowadays.

Here's a quick run down of the regular gamut of experiences we get on nights like this, things that happen so regularly as to become mundane despite their ridiculousness:

1.A woman asking if there was a woman only line. Nevermind the fact that women DONT PAY to get in, she was upset that people paying me money to get in got in before her. I chuckled at this become women don't tip unless theyre big or unattractive or old. Young, attractive women believe their presence is the payment because it's their only form of currency.

2.The drunk guy trying to get in his jersey. Dress up you guys. Seriously. Not just the boring ass button up, jeans combo. Get a blazer or a cardigan or something. Stop being lame. But even a button up is better than some lame t shirt shit.

3.The 3 girls dragging their clearly intoxicated friend to the line and getting mad when I don't let them in. She can barely walk but they don't wanna go home yet. As always, young, attractive women are terrible friends because honor is not a female trait.

4.The veritable legion of women trying to flirt with me to get in; I call it the three step process and every girl has it when they want something:

Step 1 is ask nicely. Step 2 is use their body in some way(Flashing, shaking ass, touching my arm, whatever). Step 3 is anger because that's pretty much the only tools women have. I've said this 100 times and I'll say it again: Men, through rejection and failure, have a million tools to use. Women have 2, they're just kryptonite to their targets.

I was snapped out of my repetitive boredom by a strange site: A very nerdy boy I used to go to school with. He had completely reformed his process: He had worked out and developed actual chest muscles he proudly showed off with his white t-shirt; he had a fitting leather jacket on and wore it with actual style; and lastly he had grown a beard and carried himself with it. At his arms were two very attractive women, a tiny asian with great fake tits, a solid 8, and a tiny little latina sitting at 7.

I greeted him with utter shock and pleasantness. It makes me so happy seeing men turn their lives around. We said our pleasantries and I sent him on his way. Right after him came a latin man and his latin girlfriend whom I thought nothing of at the time, but the way he carried himself compared to the previous guy just stuck in my brain. Something was different.

I'll skip all the gluttonous details and fast forward to the night's end. I'm wandering inside looking for the signs of idiots consuming too much alcohol and what do I see? Former nerd and his 2 girls sitting a table next to latin man, allowing me to put my earlier inquisitive nature into field theory.

The nerdy guys two girls are taking pictures while he keeps going to the bar to get drinks. They sit next to each other and laugh and giggle, waving over some black guys they know before going back to their phones and pictures. He sits opposite them as he returns with drinks. At this point I'm trying to figure out if he's actually fucking one of them or if he's double orbiting them. I'm so fucking disappointed because I realized I had been duped like so many women are nowadays, deceived by a facade, a caricature of a man, with all the trimmings but none of the substance. All flash, no form.

But hark, what is this, at the table next to them I see the latin couple. Latin man sits there with drink in hand, back against the couch, looking around the room. His girl, phone nowhere in sight, is rubbing his chest and just enjoying his presence. It's such a strong sign that I can see the two girls my nerdy guy is with look over at it. Not satisfied with showing her adoration in this manner, she lifts her leg and begins straddling him and kissing his slightly exposed chest above his v-neck. I see the shock on the two girls faces as they look at my nerdy friend for conformation of this acts despicability. He obliges. Of course.

Funny enough they couldn't look away. I watched them continuously glance over as they found themselves unable to stop talking about it.

And then something wonderful happens: Sensing his girl was drunk enough and that the night was a success and it was fucking time, the latin guy lifts his girl off him, grabs her hand, and leads her home. She obliges without hesitation.

Five minutes later I see the Asian with big tits finally actually sit next to my former nerdy friend and acknowledge their partnership. She's spent most of the night dancing by herself to songs as he watches and her friend takes pictures. She eventually decides she's ready to go and they all leave once he pays for his tab.

All of this happened within a span of twenty minutes but it felt like an entire novels worth of human behavior. I could've made this post 10,000 words longer with intimate details but I'm long winded as it is.

This was fascinating to watch, as one man was running game, posing as a man, and the other was just being one. One man was running game and the other was just doing exactly what he wanted.

It was a visual representation of everything I've ever tried to bring to this sub: Game is like a corset, it's a performance enhancer that doubles as a goal, of where and who you want to be. Once you lose the weight the corset no longer carries it's immense importance, it's just something fun to throw on every so often to surprise someone.

The reason I wrote this story and why it became so memorable was because this weekend both parties were back. Latin man sat at the same table with the same girl and his same drink. They had a couple drinks then he took her home. The two girls were back without my friend. They danced and filmed each other for snapchat, got free drinks, then went home. My nerdy buddy was nowhere to be seen.