preface: what's up guys, Zack here, back after a break for my finals ( they went great, thanks for asking) . now normally I'm not big on posting threads myself unless I can actually contribute some fresh content to the sub- my magnum opus, in that regard, is still being worked on and fieldtested and will be posted as soon as I finish it- but here is a field report of my night out on the town yesterday I present to you due to special circumstances. without boring you to death with too many details, most importantly I did not get shitfaced yesterday ( not for lack of trying, mind you ) and remember everything, contrary to the night before when I was too wasted to even begin to remember the exchange between me and this girl I kissed. secondly I approached plenty women, so the material to write about is there. another problem I have with field reports is that they can be misconstrued as cherrypicked bragging about one awesome night if it went well or uninteresting if things went badly. I find you'll agree the events of yesterday have a perfect balance of bragging and boring. I'm kidding ofcourse, but it should be interesting enough. lastly, the reason I have never written a field report before is because I think that there is limited learning opportunity for me (as well as for the reader) in them if I were to write one, but hey, it's the special occasion of me being able to go out and party again, so fuck it. I was interested to see if perhaps I would have lost some of my game. so here it is;

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you skipped all the bullshit above here, didn't you ? smart man. either way, if you still or just with me here, the story remains the same: I arrive at a gay friend's birthday party in a nice bar-restaurant with a good friend of mine around 6 for the pregame. we know almost absolutely nobody there except for the host and his roommate ; I am less than perturbed. you would assume a gay guy's party would have a lot of hot women right ? well then you, as I did, are going to learn a valuable lesson about stereotypes. not only weren't there any hot chicks, there weren't any chicks period. fine gay homie, be that way. anyway we still had a blast and the open bar did its part ( gin tonic's that you wouldn't believe ). around 11 we move to a big outdoors party at a nightclub and the game is on. well... for real this time. I somehow conquered the open bar and managed to arrive sober it seems, perhaps because of the dinner we received at the birthday party. I look forward to playing girls while not drunk and to the new experience of arriving sober to a party in general.

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when we have established our base of operations in a not too crowded spot to drink and dance a girl near us immediately catches my eye, and i quickly realize why; everything from the people around her to the straws in the glasses on the tables are pointing towards her and she is radiating. I rated her "definitely extremely close to a 9" ( I have a very difficult HB-scale) but realize she could easily be another man's 10. she looks like the kind of girl that eats puny men for breakfast and lunch; every man around her is staring and nobody is approaching. I have my own opinion on what she should eat for dinner. I excuse myself from my company and make my way over- a faint hint of that long-forgotten approach anxiety-feeling rumbles in my stomach telling me that I sure am aiming high with my first approach in so much time ( disregarding the drunken ones in the previous days). It's more exciting than crippling honestly and the looks of all the men around her who know exactly what I'm about to do make me smile. I notice she is standing with two friends who are pretty in their own right but who I had failed to notice due to her sucking up all the light in her immediate environment. I open the one closest to her " hey sorry, can I ask your friend here a question?", I let her think about that one while I turn around to adress her friend directly. "hi, can I ask you something? how long did it take you to do your hair like that ? it looks really elaborate. pretty nice." ( I had noticed her hair was indeed very "done up") I tell her it's literally the first thing that came to my even before " I'd like to pick her up" she turns to tell the third girl about the scandalousness of what I just dared to say and informs me her friend that I spoke to first did it in just 5 minutes . apparently it doesn't take that long to get hair right as women want us to believe. so i turn back to the friend ( I notice the third girl leaning in to hear me, good sign) and ask her about it. I learn the hot girl was actually involved in a fashion show or something earlier that night, which explains the construction of a runway/stage I saw earlier. alright,in that case this is going to take some negging, I think to myself and engage the hair girl in a pleasant conversation about how she should do that for a living and to drop her studies unless she is " like really really smart". it works as planned and the runway girl tries to get my attention back by starting to talk too. I tell her to " hang on a sec" to finish what I was saying and eventually let her back in while, in my mind, thwirling the sides of my evil mustache with my fingers because everything is going according to plan. someone upstairs obviously disagreed with these proceedings and sent a good gay friend of mine over, who I had not seen that night yet. he is way too drunk and wastes no time embarrassing himself and me by proxy. great. I excuse us to the girls, say I'll be back later and go back to fun with friends with him, thanking him for that most glorious of cockblocks. over the course of the next hour I notice or perhaps convince myself to notice her glancing over to see if I'm still there. I tell myself that if I happen to corner her by catching one of the glances and locking eyes I'll make my way back over. sadly she leaves early and our moment was not to be.

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I spot the next girl dancing like she actually goddamn knows what she's doing at a table behind me and decide this is sexy. she's long, thin with tight pants over her milelong, skinny legs and the strict face of a nanny or a schoolteacher. Zack likey. solid 8. she's standing with a not so sexy friend and I insert myself simply by saying hi and telling them I felt like meeting them. while building rapport it comes up that I'm not very drunk and they promptly pour three shots for us from one of the bottles on their table. alright, I think to myself, however this turns out, net gain. they point to This Guy and say he's awesome. before I know it, the hottie leaves and I'm alone with her friend. hmmpff. luckily she's back soon and has brought This Guy along. now I'm getting to know This Guy and I am sooner than later invited to a random VIP event if I friend him on facebook. my phone informs me it's still very early and I tell the girls I'll definitely be back. I make a point of remembering these ones' names.

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meanwhile the friend I went to the birthdayparty with has caught up with a pretty girl in a short skirt. they flirt sometimes and have banged or whatever. she leaves and comes back from time to time. I urge my friend to tap that. he's a good looking guy, but that's about it when it comes to women. he doesn't approach any girls the whole night despite being every bit as single as me and does not have my skillset, so our group finally convinces him to go bang her in his car at the end of the party, I'm nothing but happy for him when I see them leave and later come back together. even though I run the risk of having him say he "won" yesterday, I know better.

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back to the girls ! around 1 I run into three girls I know through a friend. I know the two seven's (again, very conservative rating, results may vary) the best or perhaps I just keep forgetting about the other girl every time I meet her because she is not very attractive. I see them coming from afar and we have this thing that I used to always forget her name and now it's always the first thing she asks me. I have since memorized it but I still err every now and then depending on my mood. I decide to humour her and ask the other cute girl what her name is again before I say hello to her. she lights up when I get it right and I almost feel bad for her when I realize her friend will tell her she told me just then later. almost. amongst other things it comes up that she now has a boyfriend. I act all outraged and say something to the degree of " how are we going to have all the sex now ?! " they are loving it and eating it all up. these girls are the most receptive of the night by a whole measurement of length of your preference. the other cute girl starts about how I was very rude the last time we spoke in a certain bar. I don't even remember, but don't apologize; she is qualifying herself hardcore anyway and I have obviously been on her mind even if it were true. see kids ? being an asshole works. as later confirmed by my other friends standing with us she is giving me the look that betrays thoughts about doing whole new worlds of nasty stuff to my peepee. Doggy Dinner Bowl™. I kind of want the girl-who-must-not-be-named more though, but she does have a boyfriend right now ( a complication) and I'm blanking on wheather or not our mutual friend had dibbs on her ( an actual problem ). I know for a fact they both had feelings for each other, so I decide to delay the decision. I make plans to text them to go to a city festival with them and our friend. I explicitly ask the dinner bowl girl her number because the other girl has a boyfriend. they start talking while I have m phone out but I'm having none of it. " woman, do not make me stand here like a dildo with my phone and put your number in it." she promptly follows the directions and I make a mental note as we say our goodbyes.

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on a tour around the arena with my original friend I spot a girl I know at one of the bars. sounds simple enough right ? it isn't. now she can be either herself (duh) or her twin sister who's the girlfriend of a homie of mine. the question now becomes to game or not to game. to make matters worse, if it is in fact not her doppelganger, I think I have seduced and kissed her once before at some gala, so i definitely would want in on that because she's a solid 8 if I ever saw one. I say I think I kissed her, because me and my best friend were so drunk that night that we both only remember talking about it in the cab. classy, I know. well, whatever cosmic deity decided to cockblock me earlier by sending in the drunken, man-pleasing mess of a friend on me apparently wanted to make things right, because I get a huge hint. she says " long time no see" and I literally just saw her sister the other day. great, it's the gala-girl ! I bring it up that that was probably the last time we saw each other and ask her if she remembers kissing. at first she says no, clearly without even racking her brain for a half a second. so I press her and she confesses that she only remembers we spent some time together. first I laugh about her also being too drunk to remember and then I confidently retort that we'll have to kiss again now and make sure we both remember it. whilst pondering if I had just found my soulmate someone taps on my back. goddammit, can't a man pick up a woman without getting interrupted every goddamn- WHOA. it's one of my best (girl)friends who has just come back from studying a year abroad ! she's an undeniable 9 by the way, but that's not really relevant to the story since we're friends. so we move to catch up. sadly, I don't see the girl I was talking to for the rest of the night, but I trust I'll run into her again sooner or later and I already know exactly what I'm going to say. as for how the flying fuck I'm going to distinguish her from her sister next time, your guess is as good as mine…