Background

For the longest time I was your typical nice guy. I got steamrolled by women, taken advantage of, had a lot of anxiety because I felt like I needed to be the opposite of my father who I hated so much (classic nice guy syndrome). If I got rejected it would haunt me for months so eventually I stopped trying. I swallowed the pill 16 months ago. I spent a lot of time in monk mode just improving what I could about myself. I made a list of everything I wanted to change and began to work on it right away. I'll post a few important ones below. This weekend was eye opening proof to me that I had "made it" - that I was red pill. While I have made this acknowledgement I also know that we're on a never ending journey of self improvement and so I take a second to acknowledge my accomplishment (something I needed to work on for a while) but continue to move forward. And with that here's my Saturday night.

The List - Some of the biggest changes I wanted to make

  • Be more expressive - say what I feel, don't just say what I know people want to hear.
  • Lose my approach anxiety, and stop taking rejection to heart.
  • Gain more confidence so that I can take chances and not feel stupid.
  • Take calculated risks.
  • Get bigger, get lean, and try to be the top 5% in the room at all times.

The Night

So it started out as a typical Saturday night. For me that's usually the gym, some xbox, maybe catch up on school work, and see where the night takes me. I was talking to this girl on tinder, an hb6 - nothing special, just an average looking girl but definitely fuckable. She had the nice blond hair/blue eyes combo and some long legs. Her bio read "No hookups" but we all know that's ASD because within 30 messages I had her completely flipped around. She told me she was going downtown and would "see what happens". I went with a no pressure approach. I made her think it was her idea. I have become a manipulative bastard and I fucking love it. I told her that she was sexy, and made sure to leave no room for interpretation - this wasn't two friends out to have a good ol' time. I told her she was going to dance with me, and I said "no matter how drunk you get me, and no matter how hard you try, we're not sleeping together". I planted that seed in her head and let it grow. She laughed but this is when the conversation turned into a purely sexual one. We were talking about how the last time I was downtown I got my crotch grabbed by a random girl and she said something along the lines of "hmm, that may happen again tonight...". I knew with 100% certainty I could get the kill by this point.

I messaged my friend and we arranged to go downtown. For the time time ever, it was just him and I going. Usually we go in groups of 4+ and bring some girls for pre-selection but I had this girl lined up and I felt confident enough to just go downtown and let the night play out. Him and I had a few drinks at his place and went downtown. By the time we got there I was in what we call the 'golden zone'. I was drunk enough to be loose and have fun, be social etc. but not so drunk that I couldn't keep my wits about me.

We head into the club and it's pretty lit but I don't see the girl anywhere. I circle the club a bit eyeing up the different girls, scoping out what the night had in store for me. I knew one way or another it was going to be good. Abundance mentality. The thing is, even though I sure I was going to get the kill, I went there to have fun too. I had some plans for the night - I wanted to take myself out of my comfort zone and dance with a lot of girls. I wanted to actually talk to these girls. I wanted to be able to approach a group of girls and talk. I wanted to be able to enter any social circle and be a part of it. Lastly I wanted to practice night game and just walk away having a fun night.

I circulate a bit more and finally find her. We hug then talk for like a minute but drunk me wants to continue scoping out the club. I told her "I'm going to circulate, I'll come find you" and left (kind of a dick move). Within a minute of that I pass by an hb8 who's dancing and I put my hand on her lower back as I walk past her. I always do this to see if I'll get a response. She turns and grabs my arm and next thing I know she's grinding on me. She was clearly gone but I didn't care, I just went with it. Roughly two minutes in, I look over at my buddy who was beside me dancing with a girl as well. He took her home like half an hour after that. I had made the realization that at that point I was flying solo. A year ago I wouldn't have dreamed of being in the club alone, it would have given me extreme anxiety but here I was. I kept my goals in mind and went on with the night.

All in all I danced with nearly twenty girls that night. I made out with three, and pretty much fingered two. I talked to multiple girls, usually simple things like asking how their night was or making a comment about a song. I danced in groups of people, like guys/girls who had gone out in groups.

I ended up finding the tinder girl again and we danced for about twenty minutes on and off. She was really good at grinding and I was sporting like a 3/4 chub that she turned around and grabbed while we made out. Keep in mind this is the girl who doesn't hookup. I decided I wasn't really feeling it because the night was still young and I didn't want to commit to one girl for the night so I kind of phased in and out. She texted me saying I was shady because I kept dancing with a lot of girls and that she was going to take me home but every time she went to get me I was all over another girl. I told her I was there to have fun and would still go home with her but it didn't mean we had to be together all night. She said "you do you I'm leaving" and I said "lolok" and that was it. I wasn't going to let a random ruin my night. My friend texted me around this time as well saying he was coming back to the club soon and reporting that he got the kill on the random he was dancing with. At this point I didn't care if I was alone or not because I was having a good time. It was around this time that a lot of the "girls night out" types showed up. You know the type. The girls who are out just to dance and have a good time and don't want guys touching them. I decided I wanted a bit of a challenge at this point, my confidence was up and I was feeling it. I approached a group of four girls, picked one and put my hand on the small of her back. She turned around and said "no" and instead of moving on, instead of being ass hurt, I simply said "oh I'm sorry I thought you were x, I'm just looking for my friend" and she apologizes. I introduced myself and she let me into their little circle. As soon as the threat was gone her guard was down. I thought to myself "this is actually going to work". We talked for not even a minute and I said "you have really pretty eyes" and she laughed while bumping into me and grabbing my arm. I asked if she wanted to dance and to my surprise we did just that.

At one point in the night I was just dancing on my own because the club was playing some good music and I was feeling it. I positioned myself in the middle of the dance floor and just tore it up. I wanted to see if anyone would come up to me. At first, two guys (at separate times) complimented my dancing or something along the lines of that and I just kind of said thanks and introduced myself. I was being social, doesn't hurt to make connections where you can. I had girls come into my circle, dance with me for maybe 30 seconds and I'd peel off and keep doing my thing, not pressuring myself. Randomly this hb7 walks up and goes "ouuu superman" (I was wearing a navy blue and black superman shirt") and touches my chest. I took her by the arm and pulled her in and started dancing with her. I feel like I had the confidence of a god that night.

My friend texted me saying he was near the club and it was nearing closing time so I said I would go outside and meet him. I didn't close on anyone but it was my most successful night. It was a night of reflection for me, I was able to gauge just how far I had come. I'm walking down the street on the phone with my friend trying to find him, and I hear "hey, you work with me!!" so I turn around. It's this cute blonde girl that I work with and a few of her friends. Plot twist we matched on tinder a month back. I messaged her but she didn't reply so I said fuck it and moved on (another thing I wouldn't have been able to easily do a year ago). I walk up to them and start talking to her. This is where I really impressed myself because I walked up to a group of hb7's and didn't have a second thought about it. My confidence from the night was through the roof. She brought up how we matched on tinder and I said "you never messaged back" and she had said something about being extremely shy because we had never talked in person (this girl eye fucks me at work all the time but we had never exchanged words). I told "we're talking now, give me your number and we can talk later as well" and she took my phone and gave me her number. That shocked me more than anything and was a great close to the night.

Lessons Learned

  • No matter what you do, have fun. Girls will want to be apart of your world.
  • Take the time to reflect on your victories, small or big as they may be.
  • Always continue to work on yourself. Always be hungry.
  • Take rejection lightly, it's going to happen.
  • You don't need to buy girls drinks to get with them.

TL:DR

Went out with a friend of mine to have a club night. I went out having a tinder girl DTF but didn't end up with her because she was angry that I was having fun with other girls. I danced, I had fun. I got rejected, I got approached. It was a wild night and a great milestone for me. A chance to reflect on how far I've come as an RP male who had the worst kind of approach anxiety a year ago. I ended up getting a number from a girl I work with at the end of the night as well. Go read the full story you bastard.

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