Field Report Monday

StyleandSpeed · 2013-08-19T19:02:32+00:00

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notaPUA_yet · 2013-08-19T20:09:12+00:00

Been dealing with a resurgence of approach anxiety recently since I started going out sober gaming (to improve health and not use alcohol as a crutch). Its been difficult but I've stuck with it, and to my pleasant surprise, its affected my day game abilities.

Yesterday I decided to get work done at a cafe (priorities gentlemen) and actually ended up getting some great opportunities.

Make sure you make friends at the places you frequent, because it does pay off! favorite barista (guy) took my order and when I went up to order, the cashier (female, unattractive) struck up a conversation with me. I played along, talking about my recent rafting experience. When I went to pay, she simply waved her hand and said "don't worry about it :)" As a bonus, the barista I'd ordered from gave me a large instead of a small. Saved 4 bucks. Massive social proof helps, gents!

Also struck up a conversation with a cute off duty barista when I sat down to work. Eventually, I told her, no more playing around, gotta get work done. As I continued to work she would try to restart conversation and continued to check up on me as she got back on shift.

Finally, the highlight was when I saw three cuties near the door on my way out. Grabbed a nearby chair and sat down without asking, like a boss. Started chatting and plowed through the "is this dude for real?"looks and eventually had them hooked. I didn't stay long as I was on my way to the gym (again, priorities). I felt no need to push for a #close because they weren't that interesting and didn't live in my city. It did teach me a lot about approaching confidently though.

On my way out, I smiled at how I'd worked the entire cafe and remained outcome independent (on my terms). Plus I got free coffee benefits (and more in the future.) Goal this week is to push the limits more and really get good as closing sober.

Happy Monday.

scottishredpill · 2013-08-19T17:05:48+00:00

Friday, an unexpected flake from a recently returned plate meant I ended up at a dinner party discussing an up and coming trip to South Africa. There are 3 women there, all of which I ended up in the kitchen with at some point, doing some heavy chatting and flirting. Unfortunately, they all have boyfriends, so no real action, but its fun to keep the practice up.

About 11ish, we realise we have no ice. The hostess asks if I would go to the bar across the street and use my charm to get some ice, how can I turn down an offer like that? We grab a bag, and jump across the street.

The bar is fairly busy, and as I am looking for an opening, I spot the barmaid I k-closed from this Field Report at the end of the bar, flicking through a newspaper, so I take the hostess hand and we approach through the crowd.

"Hey chick, hows you?"

"Oh, hey scottishredpill, I'm good, tired"

"You do look tired, those bags under your eyes look terrible"

"Haha, charming as always, what brings you here?"

"I know" looking around the bar "the festival wiping you out then? I'm here for a steak pie"

"Not really, we've been pretty quiet. Steak pie? You cheeky bastard"

"Oh, too much partying then? You love me really” giving her should a nudge with my elbow

"Ha, maybe"

"Haha, you party animal" I take her arm in mine and pull her a little closer, giving her all my attention "Listen pal, I need a favour, this girl here" I motion to the hostess "is useless and we've ran outta ice. Any chance you can ask your pals here if I can get some?"

"Hmm, I dunno, our ice machine doesn't work well..."

I give her a huge smile "Aww, c'mon"

"Haha, ok” she waves over one of the girls behind the bar. As she approaches us, we make eye contact and I give her a big smile

"Hi <name, i can't remember what she called> her, scottishredpill needs a favour” she then returns her attention to her newspaper

"Hi, I do, it's terrible, we've ran outta ice, got some I can borrow?"

"Borrow?"

"Yea, I'll give you back some water"

"Ha, we don't have that much ice left..."

"Awww, pretty please" giving her a shit eating grin "Look, I even brought my own bag"

"Haha, ok, I'll get you some"

"Cheers, your a star"

"How do you these things?" my hostess pal whispers in my ear.

"Chick, I'm irresistible"

"Arrogant more like"

"Ha" I smack her ass "that too"

The bar maid returns, with the bag full of ice "This is all our ice"

"All of it?!"

"Yea"

"Ha, you're going to have some annoyed customers when they can't get ice in their drink. You're a champ, you can get a Christmas card."

I lean towards the bar maid I've k-closed "Hey" she looks up, and I plant a kiss on her lips "Cheers pal, catch you later"

We leave the bar, and head back towards the party.

Midnight hits, and I receive a text from my flat mate, asking if I wanted to join her and some of her derby pals at a gay club. I make my excuses to the hostess, say goodbye to everyone, jump in a cab and head to the club.

When I arrive at the club, there is a queue on the left, and the smoking area on the right. I quickly move into the smoking area, and slid my arm into two girls that are heading towards the entrance.

"Hey, my names Fred, I don't wanna queue, let me come in with you and I'll give you a dance, and a snog if you swing this way"

"Haha, we're a couple"

"Even batter, let's go" I say as I motion them to continue towards the entrance.

The two girls show their stamps, I shrug "I've got these two fine ladies on my arm, but I have one" and the bouncer lets us through.

As we enter, I give the two girls a kiss, say goodbye and give them a playfully tap on the ass as they walk away.

I quickly scan the bar, and don't see my flat mate. I'm am currently monetarily struggling, so I head to the bar, stand and smile. The guy standing to my left looks me up and down and makes eye contact.

"Hey man, I like your shirt, wanna buy me a drink?" I say

"Sure, what do you want?"

"Any beer will do, I'm easy"

He laughs, and orders my beer "What's your name handsome?"

"Fred"

"Liar"

"Da fuk, no one ever believes me when I tell them that!"

"You’re too handsome to be a Fred"

"Haha, aren't you a fucking charmer" I say as my beer arrives.

He grabs my ass, and tries to pull me closer, I push him away as I pick up me beer "Woah there" I take a drink to move the beer between us "Maybe later, I gotta find my friend" and I walk away.

I head towards the dance floor, clocking a tall blonde staring at me as I approach. I make a bee line to her, take one of her hands with my free hand and spin her round and into me, and move my hand down to her ass.

"I like how you managed to not spill your beer” She says into my ear

"I've done this before" I reply, and go for the kiss, she moves her head and I kiss her cheek

"Woah there tiger-" she starts, and I move my hand and start to walk off, she grabs me to pull me back and I go for the kiss and this time get it.

"Nice to meet you" I say in her ear

"You’re bold" she replies "I have a girlfriend"

"Is the she angry, butch type?" I ask

"Haha, yes, how did you guess?"

"There's usually only one cute girl in a lesbian couple. It was nice meeting you, but I don't want beaten up"

She laughs "Haha, you're good" she says as I push her away.

I take a few steps and suddenly there is a short girl grinding her ass into my croch. I grab her hip with my free hand, grind her closer and spin her around, she's cute, so I go for the kiss and she doesn't resist. We dance for a few minutes, have another kiss and then I move on.

I finally find my flat mate at the other end of the dance floor, she is with 3 of her derby friends. One of them really stood out, half her hair was cropped short, the other side was in dreads, lips pierced, tight body wrapped in a black dress, let's call her Sophie.

We all dance as a group for a while, until I notice her one of her pals making a rollup, I ask to steal one from her, she says yes, and we all head out.

We're standing in a group, and the girls are all discussing their derby practice they had earlier that evening. Bored, I reach out and rub Sophie's cropped here. She looks surprised, then laughs. I smile, and notice a girl girl in another group staring at me. I walk away from our group and approach.

"Hi" I say as I approach, smiling

"Hi" she replies, smiles back

"Are you straight?" I ask

"Bi" she replies

"Cool" I reply as I step into her personal space, put my arm around her and kiss her.

"What's your name?" I ask.

She tells me "Hi <name>, I might see you in there".

As I return to my group, my flat mates tells me to behave, and Sophie is laughing at me. One of the other girls is giving me what I can only describe as the evil eye.

We head back into the club, and head down stairs to the proper dance floor. We find a corner, and continue to dance. After a few minutes, I am dancing with Sophie, she is grind into my crotch, and I have my hands running over her hips, up her sides and up her arms, and curl them around my neck. I lean in her neck and bite her, she moans and laughs, so I spin her around and go for the kiss. She moves her head out the way, and pushes my chests away!

Shocked, I laugh and spin her away, and turn, scanning the room and spot a cute redhead looking at me. I approach, we dance and kiss, and then I head to the bar.

At the bar, I spoke a cute brunette wearing an officer’s hat. I approach, and take it offer her and put it on. She spins round and I smile at her, she laughs and says I look cute, her male friend is suddenly between us

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asks

"Sure, I reply, bottle of beer would be grand"

He turns to the bar and yells the order at the bar man, and turns back to me, placing his hand on my crotch

"What your name?" he asks

"Fred" I reply "But sorry man, I'm straight, so please remove your hand from my crotch, but introduce me to your pal properly and I might let you watch"

He looks surprised at first, then laughs, gives my crotch a last squeeze and gets his pal to turn round. I grab her and my beer, spin her onto the dance floor. We dance and kiss for a while until she snatches her hat back and disappears.

I head back to my friends, passing two stunning blondes on my way, one wearing a bowler’s hat. I reach over, take her hat, stick it on my head and continue through the crowd. I hear a yelp, and a hand reading for my back. I reach behind me, and grab the hand, and drag it with me until we reach a clear space near my friends, turn round and pull her into my. I kiss her quickly, she pushes me away, looks at me, and pulls me back in to continue the kiss. As we move apart, her friend joins us, and I put the hat back on her head and turn to my friends.

We dance for awile, until I see the blondes friend reaching across my group for me, I let her take my hand and she pulls in into her and kisses me. When she is done, she pushes me away and into her pal I originaly kisses and we kiss again, and she pushes me away.

My flat mates is shaking her head at me, so I grab her, pick her up and motor board her tits.

"Ok" she yells in my ear "We're done, let's go” she takes my hand and drags me out the club and we head home.

Take Away: Gay bars are nights out on easy mode, give them a shot sometimes

ultragoodfaker · 2013-08-20T04:38:25+00:00

Been attempting to spin this plate up for about two weeks, no conversation outside seeing each other or planning to do so.

First night out was at her bar, went back to hers and fooled around.

Second night together she came to my place after flaking the night before. More fun activities, but still no sex.

Following second encounter, she sent me an example of what I've been calling text-novellas. She needs an 'escape' from school, which is just now starting up. Someone to take her 'out for drinks and dinner' and not just meet up for sex.

...next.

2013-08-19T14:56:44+00:00

Shitty FR incoming:

Went to coffeeshop to get some work done Saturday night, because the internet was out due to construction across the street.

Struck up a conversation with HB7 while working. She was extremely flirty, I was extremely flirty, asked of she wanted to go back to my place and bone, she said yes.

It should ALWAYS be this easy.

nSaneMadness · 2013-08-20T07:56:21+00:00

Bumped into M about two weeks ago while I was working (she works for a company that is hired by mine to go around the district and reset product locations). She tossed out quite a few IOIs, and I ran my game on her, but with her beta-orbiter co-worker close by, I admittedly chickened out of going for her digits.

Fast forward to tonight. Catch her walking by... "Well then, hi to you too."

Can see her shadow stop, and she back tracks, "Hi!"

"Not even gonna say hi to me, well that's disappointing, as if I wasn't already disappointed with you..."

M: "What!? Why?"

"Should worry less about why, and concern yourself with how you'll make it up to me."

M: laughs embarrassed, "I'm not sure I want to know." She walks off, I smirk, pull out my phone set it up to add a contact. She walks around the corner again, blushing. Without a word I just hand her my phone.

M: "What's this?"

Me: "A phone. It wants your number." She then blushes more and hands it back with her number added.

pcadrian · 2013-08-19T15:38:47+00:00

It's Sunday afternoon. Over the past 3-4 weeks, there's been this cute cashier at the grocery store I shop at, and I've been making eye contact and smiling every time I go there, and she's been smiling back. Every single time she would run and start bagging groceries at a different register than the one I was at. Until yesterday.

I'm the second person in line, and she was bagging the groceries for a man before me. We both make eye contact and smile.

pcadrian: You gonna help me today?

cute girl (smiling and looking down while bagging the other guy's groceries): Yes, I will help you.

I start talking to the actual cashier at the register, an older woman, just some small chat. I like to talk to everybody. Meanwhile the cute girl runs at the neighbouring register to bag stuff, so I look at her, and point at my groceries. She says

cute girl (smiling): I will be there

After I pay and she puts my items in a bag, she hands it to me and takes the stance of a polite employee helping a customer:

cute girl: Thank you, have a nice day

pcadrian (trying not to crack up at what she said): Thanks. What time do you get off work today?

cute girl: Ohhh I work until 8

That's too late for me. I got a ton of stuff to do in the evening anyway. So I hold out my receipt and say:

pcadrian: Do you have a pen?

She goes to a nearby register and grabs a pen and some paper. I hand her my receipt instead:

pcadrian (smiling): You know what to do

She laughs and without hesitation writes down her number. I tell her I'll text her and we say goodbye. She did respond after work.

Moral of the story: worrying about pickup lines is stupid. Make eye contact and smile like there's no tomorrow. And then say anything. Don't hesitate. Even though I was in a grocery store full of people on a Sunday, I didn't feel anxious one bit because I didn't hesitate. The funny thing is, I started to feel that approach anxiety AFTER I left the store with her number.

Happy Monday!

RedSunBlue · 2013-08-19T14:16:11+00:00

It's beach season here in Japan.

Two weeks ago I was out on the sands (well, I'm out there almost every week, but this particular series of events began two weeks ago) with some homies, sipping on some rum and coke while hollering at the girls in bikinis traipsing by.

We shout "Hey!" to a couple of petite ladies and wave them over to our beach blanket. They saunter over, we make banter. They are really tiny girls.

"Wow, you girls are tiny. I think I could fit you all in my suitcase the next time I go back to America. Except you. You have to wear dog ears and get in a pet carry on."

"You" in the red bikini comments on my abs. Game on. She's 21. I continue teasing her. I pull her in and take a silly picture with her.

My friends and I go off to eat. We invite the girls to come with us, and they do. My friends go off to some vendors to grab food, I go off and get us all a round of beers/cocktails. We all eat and shoot the shit until the girls have to leave for another beach party. I wave the red bikini girl over.

"I'm going to send you this picture later, what's you number?"

She gives it to me. I tell her to give me a kiss before she goes and she plants one on my cheek.

Text exchange the following day:

Me: Hi [red bikini girl]! How are ya? [Picture from the beach]

Her: I'm good! Thanks for the picture!

Me: Are you free this weekend?

Her: I think I'm gonna go to the beach.

Me: Let's go drinking on Friday!

Her: Really? I have work until 7.

[Logistics]

Her: I can't stay long because I have to work the next day ( T_T)

Me: No prob, see ya then

I send a confirmation text the day before the meet. On the day of, I take her to the same cheap restaurant I take all my dates to. We shoot the shit, I get some touching going, and then all of a sudden, she misses her last train home.

We take a taxi back to mine. We're getting into it but she says she's on her period. I lay a towel on my bed and tell her to pull her tampon out. She obliges, I fuck her silly. I ran out of lube and she wasn't juicing up as much as I'd like her to naturally, so I use a mixture of olive oil and spit to get the job done.

After we're finished, I see her wiping her back and legs.

"...what is this?"

"It's olive oil, really good for you skin. I use it to shave. Natural is best, ya know."

Takeaways:

There was very little "game" being run here; I just gave her a few good reasons to sleep with me and not many reasons not to. I'm always on here harping on about how everyone should be lifting weights and eating right if they want to score poon because after a point it seems you don't even need to do much besides 1) find an interested girl and 2) not fuck up.
Simple text game works more than it doesn't. When in doubt, be brief.
Paying for girls' food/drink is a good move if the frame is right. We told them to come with us, bought a bunch of food and drink, then told them to dig in.
Olive oil. You know the Greeks and Romans were getting down with that shit too.

Bostonsboy306 · 2013-08-19T15:30:15+00:00

Went to a bar and party Friday night with multiple single girls and struck out. Fuck.

desire_engineer · 2013-08-19T18:19:55+00:00

I'm traveling at the moment so I have a good number of failed attempts for the few successes I've had.

We saw a small group of HB7/8 girls dressed up at the bar, they were in different coloured wigs and whatnot, just out having a good time, I stuck up a conversation with one in a black wig, then playfully try to convince the girls I was a professional escort - they love it when I ask them for a tip for the conversation! I stick with this persona for it's comical value..

Find out the girls are also traveling on through, and the girl in a black wig who I've been getting good IoI from eventually tells me she has a great boyfriend back home (and her friends later confirm this) but she was extremely flirty with me as she introduces me to her friends... after the introductions she goes directly off to dance/suck the face off some other guy she met earlier! I was amazed by that one...

I end up getting along well with them all but as a few of the girls left feeling unwell I get the number of the cute shy red wig girl most interested me and decide to play the long game. we organise a second "low-key" night out for a few of us. I did manage to keep her interested and escalate on the second night but could tell she was worried about being slutty by doing what she wanted to do with me...

Her more promiscuous friends ended up helping in this situation because when the night was winding down, the red wig and I were alone as she gave me the shit test "Look you have great game! but we are not having sex tonight cos I'm not like that" I diffused it a little by saying "this isn't a game to me", "I actually enjoy your company and thought we were just two people getting along great".

We go outside to get some fresh air and wait for her friends who are being chat up. The topic of no sex remains the same just now with less kissing and affection from me, I say things like "it's been fun, you are almost as cute as I am handsome" until I feel there has been enough resistance and say "Okay, now, I can tell you're interested - so go and tell your friends you are leaving with me - and tell them to take their time getting back."

It works as I could tell I had earned the friends blessing from the passed nights, I pull her into a cab and she directs the cab to her hotel where we bang it out (she was actually pretty shy not really knowing much in that arena)... as we are fucking the two friends return who happen to have brought guys back to the room - they are all nice enough to wait 15 awkward minutes in the bathroom for us to finish with the room... the guys spend the rest of the night talking, trying to talk them selves up to the other girls, they end up just getting pizza for the group and fall asleep.

drewbaccha · 2013-08-19T15:58:26+00:00

Some background. I'm a newbie when it comes to TRP. Until discovery I was a gamma as fuck shut-in who didn't exercise or socialize. Now I lift 3-4 times a week, I'm eating a more balanced diet, and I am meeting new women/socializing. While I'm not an alpha-bro cropdusting sluts, I've made huge improvements towards myself.

As part of my confidence training I started a blog, which will most likely track my redpill inspired moments. You can read my field report in full at almostfrank.tumblr.com

An excerpt:

She took deep sharp breaths, pulsing and undulating with the rhythm of the music. I was ecstatic, fully erect, my heart raced at the thought of taking her home into a wild night of passion. I was there, I made it. Everything I thought about being a reserved, hollywood-esque gentlemen melted away in front of my eyes. Fearlessness was the key. Everything had gone better than I could possibly hope…

TLDR: Uppin my game, went clubbin, lesbians ruin everything :(

themoor · 2013-08-19T14:13:28+00:00

Thursday: Girl I tried to game and failed (part of it was her lousy girl game I got bored and frustrated with and moved on) comes finds me at the club and goes for a hug, i.e., please validate me and make me feel you still like me and that you'll jump at my whims (she's 20 years younger than me). Taken a bit off guard, I give her a slight pat on the back with a half-hearted hug and turn to my buddy who I came with, turning my back on her. Thirty minutes later she comes up and puts her arm around my back/shoulder and I turn my head with the look, "Uh, the adults are talking here" and return to my conversation (he's a surgeon, I'm a PhD). She spends the rest of the night in my vicinity making sure she's seen by me. Ignore. She missed her boat and I've got other plates, one of whose house I go to after the show and bang royally.

Thursday late night: Other girl I'm gaming has to leave town for a festival and didn't make it out to see me. Text me: "I really wish I could have seen you before I left. [sad face emoticon]". I respond the next day. She'll be back.

Saturday: Other plate (25 year old latina) texts me and wants afternoon rendezvous. She comes to my house and we hammer it out.

Sunday afternoon: Other plate (23 year old) wants a play date. She comes to my house and we bang it out.

Sunday night: Watch Breaking Bad with FWB, go to club later for music, do a little text game with other female orbiter. Afterwards, head back to FWB's house (she leaves her door open for me) and bang that out.

Most of this is less gaming info but rather reaping the benefits of previous gaming.

Stay busy boys.

2013-08-19T17:08:21+00:00

After playing hockey this weekend, I was heading to the parking lot when a cute little Chinese girl passed me, definitely checking me out. I was probably looking quite manly with my fresh beard and hair and some modest hockey equipment slung very comfortably over my shoulder. We made eye contact, I gave her a smirk, she stopped as if she wanted to talk and I kept walking.

That was pretty much it. Haven't seen boobies since last week.

These reports are gonna make me have to go out more!

borderline_sociopath · 2013-08-19T14:23:43+00:00

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kingoftheheap · 2013-08-20T00:46:21+00:00

I've been learning salsa for the last 2 months and finally in a class with dedicated people who show up each time. I'm learning more about body language and movement (I find I move more fluidly when dancing with women I'm attracted to. When spinning a girl tonight she remarked that I'm strong which felt good and validated my recent workout results.
Considering inviting a Korean girl I tutor once in a while to come over to the beach by my place this weekend for the heat wave. No abs to speak of though. Arms and shoulders are doing pretty good though, but I admit my gym time had suffered with salsa happening twice a week.

Met a Columbian guy on the train last week, going to invite him to salsa this Friday and tell him his girlfriend should bring a single friend for me.

Finally, online dating... I decided to try herway.com. I'm apprehensive because it's so passive but their schtick is that since only the women can message the men they aren't overwhelmed by messages giving you a better shot.

lepillrouge · 2013-08-20T02:46:38+00:00

Met a divorcee, 25, fit 7, at karaoke bar Friday. Still in shape, has a degree and a job. Snagged her effortlessly away from two beta orbiters. Got her number, K-close, then got her real number. Called once Sunday, left message. Her move.

Saturday was really dead because of weather, but found she was asking about me after I'd split the bar early (had done extra shots with some friends, so didn't want any more to drink; left an hour before last call rather than risk embarrassing myself.)

TerritoryRed · 2013-08-20T10:51:49+00:00

My first threesome.

Met a girl a week ago out in the mall. She invited me to coffee but I skipped out. Invited her to coffee later in the week.

She shows up at 8Am. I'm connecting with her emotions, figuring out her past. Her friend shows up (she asked first if it was ok). I sexualize the conversation early, and keep coming back to it. I read from a naughty novel loudly in the middle of the cafe.

I take them back to my place. I sit down between them on the bed. We're all sweating a storm. Feeling out the tension.

While one's back is turned, I kiss the other. Slowly ramp up. Kiss the other. Alternating back and forth.

It's a slow process.

When my dick is hard, I grab their hands and put it on. Show them what they're doing to me. One is uncomfortable, so I try to give her more affection.

I'm never nervous about it, just feeling comfortably sexual is all. Showing them that it's ok to be turned on.

And for the first time, genuinely saying "this is crazy..."

We never fuck, but it was still a great afternoon having my dick rubbed while making out with two girls.

lepillrouge · 2013-08-21T08:32:33+00:00

A journey into the heart of "nah."

So tonight, Tues., I went to the bar again. I was literally just gonna hang out, having updated my Internet shit for the week. But I eventually saw HB9+.

Then it gets fun.

She shows up, alone for a change, without her orbiters et al. Sits two stools away from me. I totally ignored her. Guy I was hanging with (un- or underemployed), waits a few minutes, makes his move. Two hours later (I'm singing a few karaoke songs in the meanwhile), she puts away her second Mic Ultra, asks for her tab, guy I was hanging with says goodbye to me.

HB9+ gets new orbiters (she gets 'em here.) I go up, grab another blonde (post-wall 7), sing "Girl, You'll Be a Woman Soon," Neil Diamond but in the style of Urge Overkill, serenade her ass. She dances sensually with me.

HB9+ Orders Shots.

Turns out my singee, in addition to being older than me, is playing for both teams, though she continually sends kisses my way. HB9 doesn't get that. I don't really care, mostly talking crime fiction with my (male) friend; Tuesdays ain't good pickup nights.

HB9 starts demanding to sing. HB9 can't sing to save her life. One of her orbiters, a guy in a signed Death Metal band, splits. On his 10-speed. Apparently it ain't that good a living in a signed Death Metal band.

Two other dudes remain with her. And she shows her complete indifference to me by talking to both while I'm singing one last song (Jimmy Buffet's He Went To Paris... was doing a favor for DJ 'cuz it was late and dead.) By talking, I mean, she stood by stage and chatted; I responded by belting out "He Don't Care What Most People Say," which quieted her a little.

Near last call. HB9+ finally allowed to sing. I pay tab and begin to leave, DJ asks, "lepillrouge, what the fuck is that guitar?" He knows, I played Psychedelic Furs next door on Open Mic Night.

HB9+ was singing at the time.

I love my karaoke DJs.

lepillrouge · 2013-08-21T08:39:05+00:00

Last HB9+ joke.

Saturday, there's this bachelor party for a local guy. And then this bachelorette party. All the cool people in our arts town are going to be at one or the other of these events. I announced, before singing Goo Goo Dolls, that, y'know, it's 14 people in the limo for the dude fete, we're either marrying some dude off or having a Fellowship of the Ring.

DJ laughs.

HB9+ starts telling other people about her own party, 1 p.m. that same day. Which, fine, we can pre-game, but most of the groom's party are going deep-sea fishing, and the women all hate her. Just... funny. Chick doesn't even have a pool.

3027 · 2013-08-20T19:37:42+00:00

I fingered some slag outside a taxi rank on Saturday. She's engaged and wants the D.

InfraredPillpusher · 2013-08-19T16:52:53+00:00

Very very bad FR incoming.

Title	Field Report Monday
Author	redpillschool
Upvotes	43
Comments	74
Date	August 19, 2013 1:33 PM UTC (12 years ago)
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