went out thursday night since i work like every fucking weekend now.

I met one of my friends at a bar, and he was there with some work friends. Things were slow going, it was like a "fancy" expensive bar. The one girl was cute so i did little bits of game as i could throughout the night, but she was shy and "had a bf." He called her like 3 times in 3 hours, and I would ask if it was her mom. ;)

The other girl was borderline psycho, and getting pretty damn drunk. She said her friend was coming and that she was "setting us up." I did a little cringe inside... that just can't be good. She shows up and behold, she's like a 4 or a 5. With a personality to match as I soon find. So I'm all like "naw" and that was that. We go to another bar and another of our friends shows up later. We be gettin a little tipsy... I'm just settling in making new friends with the work people. At some point psycho girl even says/mouths "are you interested in this guy?" 4/5 shakes her head. I don't think I was supposed to hear it but I felt a sigh of relief. She was giving me weird looks all night, and I was thinking that would be the end of it.

We finally leave and hit a more "target rich environment." dollar drinks 10-12. we stake out a spot by the bar so we can get our drinks quick and won't have to wait. I see one of my buddies friends that I also know so I wave to her. these girls across the bar think im waving at them so I just roll with it and start being like "no not you the one behind you" in these comically exaggerated movements. the 4/5 follows us there with my other friend, even though psycho had left to bang some guy. she's looking more like a 5 now, dollar drinks go down fast. I go dance, then to the bathroom, then come back and the girl i was fake waving at from the bar opens me as I'm heading back out.

"you're a douchebag."

as i sit here typing it's pretty clear this was an opener and shit test all rolled into one, and i somewhat recognized it as such in the moment, but i was still too thrown by it. It was funny seeing the "alpha female" (8/9) of the group prod me with a shit test while the rest of the girls watched and took subconscious mental notes on my reactions. Of course this hardly matters...

"oh really?"

"yea."

"maybe you're just a bitch!"

this was all playful enough, mind you, the tone was far from malicious... but I wouldn't call it friendly either.

"nope."

the frame is strong in this one. I'm just going to stagnate here. I have to get out.

"im gonna go turn this shit into a real dance floor."

I proceed to do so. The 4/5 is still giving me creep eyes. Oh, she lives close, whatever. I go home with her, make out a little, she passes out! what a waste of my time. to be fair I ignored the shit out of her all night (im sure the well-intentioned idiot friends told her she was getting "set up" as well) essentially "overgaming" her. I go back and see a girl I once banged before, who I had to next due to her unresponsiveness. pretty odd, I live in a fairly large city, so it was quite a coincidence. I say something to her but leave it at that mostly.

I dance, I drink. Theres this sloppy chick (7/8) who keeps coming back to dance with me so I do my standard dance routines. I go get some water and these black chicks (7's mostly) are giggleing behind my back (once i start dancing i don't really stop) so i shake my (nonexistent) booty for them and lead them to the dance floor. Dance with them a little. go back to sloppy chick. I decide to dance with sloppy chick's short friend to make her a little jelly. I hadn't noticed but short chick was even hotter... 8 in my book. and she could dance well too. I immediately say something like "oh you dance for real what kinds of dance do you do?"

"salsa, tango" (or something)

"show me some moves"

"hahah you're the man you have to lead!"

so i do one of those little dip things. works nicely.

Shit started to get hectic after this. I was all over the place and everything kind of fell apart. The lights came up and sloppy girl/salsa girl and their friends form that little circle thing that's like all impenetrable and whatnot. Me and my friend try anyway, to get them to come with us, but the seeds had not been planted. what had preceded these events could be called "sloppy game."

We go home and get wawa classics and watch The Office... Temporarily Alone.

When I go out nowadays I go "downtown," and I take public transportation, as opposed to when I go out around my neighborhood and drive. Downtown there are many babes, but I want to get my drink on - in my neighborhood there are little to no babes (at least the places we go), but I'm not getting my drink on. Thusly I am often impaired during my time of greatest opportunity. It's my own stupid problem but it's lesson one as I step back into the game after an unwanted and aggravating hiatus.

lesson two is that I can run a dance floor like nobody's business but I'm once again running into issues with transmuting it into game and pickup opportunities. I was decent at this before but the rid-o-rust hasn't sunk in yet. plus it's not helping when the alcohol synergizes with the dance attitude. Mystery was right about dancing but for the wrong reasons - it's not a trap the girl sets, it's one you set yourself. I'm essentially using it as both crutch and excuse.

all i really need is a bit of self-discipline to keep myself at a proper level of intoxicated - it may be that the proper level is "not at all."

feedback/criticism/yelling encouraged - id say i know what the deal is though, just a matter of practice and patience at this point. but don't let me stop you!