Hey there, I'm writing this post on how it all started for me and my first field report to recall and reflect on what happened this weekend during my night out and learn from it. It is also my first post on reddit, if it is too hard to read I embrace feedback.

 

Long story short

 

  22M, living in Eastern Europe, I left my home when I was 14yo to attend high school in a different city and then I moved to the capital city for college after I turned 18, partied my eyes out for the first two years here and then I stuck around with a girl for other two which towards the end got me very, very stale with almost close to nothing going on in my life other than her and some close friends, all this before breaking up with her in August, on good terms.

 

  I was invited by a close friend to a huge music festival the very next day followed by a couple of other events all over the country. After two weeks of traveling, parties and meeting new people I returned home filled with good energy, discovered seddit, read The Game, How to Make Girls Chase and articles from girlschase (strongly recommending those).

 

  I was instantly hooked and surprised by the number of details I was missing during social interactions and in how many other ways you can express yourself or get your own way with the people around you. I immediately decided to start my self-improvement journey:

  • Took a moment to reflect on what I want from this, who I really am and how I want to be perceived by women and men around me;

  • Started going to the gym and stopped wanking;

  • Refreshed my wardrobe, bought accessories and got a few pairs of high-quality shoes to keep me comfy while I walk the city and also attract some attention;

  • Spent a few hours in front of mirrors to improve my posture, walking, and facial expressions;

  • Started to look up and attend all events and parties that I found appealing, using social media again, posting the adventures I had out in the city on Instagram photos and stories, this got me into the habit of sharing great sights and by default it takes me to exciting places, keeps my mind creative and looking around for fun every minute of my day;

  • Stopped giving a fuck about what others think of me at any given point and focused on self-amusement instead;

 

My first solo(ish) night out

 

  I took a day off from work and spent the Friday at my place with a friend baking our brains into oblivion and playing FIFA in-between even though I already knew I was heading out later. Before I left, I did a small routine that actually helps towards getting you on your feet faster:

  • Get out of my head, clear the mind for a couple of minutes, feed the soul - some meditate, others sing, I dance around the house like a retard to music that brings back good memories for me;

  • Working out - I just do push-ups, simple and effective, it gets me pumped in no time;

  • Cold shower - or as close to it as I can get, I'm still a wuss at it.

 

  Me and two other guys went out on a walk through the center on alleys filled with bars and clubs, what better place for hit and runs while we arrive at our destination? I did just that, throwing comments to people that caught my eye with their style or attitude.

 

  We arrive at this college party that turns out to be disappointing, about 50 people barely having fun, we just greet some mutual friends over a beer and I proposed to move to a different place, a techno club that both locals and foreigners visit to party and socialize - two rooms with different DJs and an open-air terrace.

 

  Five minutes of walking and an entry fee later, they let us in, we grab drinks and jump into the crowd. I'm dancing when I spot this dark-skinned girl with dreads that just placed herself on my left side dancing by herself. I shamelessly broke the 3-second rule but I approached her, learned that she's from France and recently moved here to study. Some quick back and forth and I'm telling her to follow me outside for a smoke, thus moving her while hoping I could hear her broken English a little bit better. I spend some minutes finding more about her but even though I got her contact details, there was no hook point, no help in conversation and her floating around plus a dilated pupil stapled her as dead high and not really that interested, I went on to find my friends. They are right where I left them, still static; one of them was not enjoying the music and so they leave and I decide to stay and solo the rest of the night.

 

  Bathroom, refresh, exit the venue and came back through the second entrance, I was telling myself this party is just getting started. I get more social momentum by engaging in conversation with almost everybody that looked my way, I was rocking a fitting, eye-catching army t-shirt with a shiny golden bullet necklace on top of it that won me plenty of attention.

 

  I stumble upon two girls sitting alone, both skinny 7s, one blonde and the other dark haired with really curly hair. Walked up to them and opened with a touch and a compliment on her curls. Those two were far more receptive and friendly especially the brunette which did hook, started asking me questions, complimenting my looks and touching back during the conversation. We exchange more details about our lives and I tell them a story from the time I visited the blonde's country of origin but unfortunately, their night was over and the ride home was about to arrive. Anyway, while the blonde hit the bathroom before leaving I'm telling the brunette she was fun and we need to hang out sometime, exchanged phone numbers and kissed them goodbye.

 

  I'm starting to feel tipsy and most of the people were getting way too hammered at this point so I decide to walk for ten minutes to a different venue. Fewer people in it, but it was one of my favorite places for parties back when I moved into the city and I didn't visit it for over a year, it felt just like coming home. One bar visit and a patrol in Johnny Bravo walking style later I spot her: dark hair, medium height, athletic body, NIKE hat, NIKE shoes, NIKE jacket, smoking all alone and playing with her phone - 8ish. I open and sit next to her only to be asked why I'm not sitting on the other free couches, "the smell is way better over here" while I leaned towards her won a smile and secured my seat next to her, granted that my caused was helped by the smoke clouds and her nice perfume. She hooked instantly and we started having some nice conversation. She's asking me about work and at this point if I'm feeling playful I usually I tell them "I clone cats and look for girls to take care of my kitties, are you a cat lady?" but for this one I had a better answer, the truth: "I work for NIKE, I keep their IT environment safe and stable". Big eyes, large smile turning into a laugh and a hand on my leg, "When you were walking up to me I did not see your hair, t-shirt or anything else other than your Jordans and now you're telling me you work for NIKE which I am obviously a big fan of, what were the odds?". I'm telling you, nice shoes and a clean haircut helps the first impression big time.

 

  Her phone rings, friends incoming, two boys and an even cuter girl join us. Her excitingly squealing out what I do for work seemed to get them comfortable with me sticking around, but she had other plans and told me to follow her to grab a drink. We spend the next hour bouncing from one dark place of the club to another at first just dancing and joking but halfway through it, we started making out. I eventually feel her endless gaze is calling for action and with the pretext of smoking weed and listening to music she agrees to accompany me home for the rest of the night.

 

  It was a lucky pull I'd say, but I still feel like a champ for a fuck close and a date coming up with a curly after two years in which I forgot how to "game". I pulled myself back from a stall, boring place and a life that I wasn't enjoying. Now I live in the present, focusing on how can I make today better instead of convincing myself tomorrow has something in store for me. Approaching girls is easier than I thought, that strong bass drumming my chest is still there sometimes during the initial conversation but I try to remind myself every time that women forget your words as fast as you can speak them and it's the rest of me that matters more.

 

  I'll be out and about, telling stories and making memories, celebrating life and fucking women as a side effect.