I’m out in Center City Philly and my wing hasn’t gotten back to me so I decided to go solo, but then he texts me back and the party is on…however, he was out of it that night. The first bar we got to, I start berating him and realize it’s getting no where. Then out of the corner of my eye I see the first hot blonde and BAM “Hi, I’m [insert name here].” She was in a seated 3 set and the interaction went well. Really cute 23 year old and it was her birthday. She commented about how ballsy I was (it’s on!) and it was a really good interaction (especially for the first set of the night)…unforunately, my wing was out of it (tired, in his head, didn’t “feel” like approaching) and decided to hijack the set. He really wasn’t helping me or himself out...but it is what it is. At that point I was just being social and keep the interaction going. In retrospect, I should have introduced myself to the other two and pawned him off on them, but lesson learned (not quite…). I have trouble with obstacles sometimes and need to work on that, but it was the first set! And I fell in love with this girl (not good)! Then I gave her a hug and bounced.

We went upstairs to check it out and I continued to berate my wing…he’s still a no go. He starts to sing and says to these girls “Am I singing too loudly?” It was funny,then fizzled out, but “counts”. I spot a seated 5 set and tell him to go in…he doesn’t… so I jumped on the one on the end. REALLY cute girl and socially savvy too, and Jewish apparently! I introduce myself and (again) she comments on how ballsy I am (DAMN RIGHT!). She tries to introduce me to the group (how thoughtful) but 2 of them headed to the bath room, and back to me! A little back and forth and it goes really well…then comes my wing to save the day!... Again, got hijacked, but this time I just spoke over him and she kind of zoned him out a bit (even though he’s basically a model and what you would traditionally call “hot[ter]” than me. Take that you good looking bastards!). I include him in the interaction every now and then and TRIED not to get pissed off and it wasn’t bad. The only issue, again, was me being distracted by him (this is probably just an excuse, but w/e) and didn’t try to isolate or get the number. Again, I should have pawned him off on the other 4 PERFECTLY HOT GIRLS…but that didn’t happen. She eventually said how she was being rude (even though the other girls didn’t give a lick that I was there) and that she had to get back to them. So we hugged and left. NOT TOO BAD FOR THE FIRST 2 SETS OF THE NIGHT!!

We bounced to a different bar and start to check it out. It was a little slower than the other place with a lot more seated sets. My other wing decided to join us. So we walk in and he’s on the first set of the night. For some reason, I started to get into my head and started examining sets for “optimal entry penetration”…aka being a faggot and looking for the “perfect” set to approach. I get more and more stiffle and was trying to just chill out. Meanwhile my two wings are in set and I’m being a turd. So…one good hijack deserves another and I’m in the set with my wings. Turns out it wasn’t going as well as I thought, haha. The girl is talking about looking for other people my wing can talk to. So of course I start being an asshole and ask the girls on a scale of 1 to 10 how good his game is…apparently it was a 5, but he’s young, lol. So it continues on and I say some even more inappropriate and asshole shit, laughing my ass off, and the girls love it….time to bounce.

We get to this really bumping dance club and its on. I’ve been here before, but this is the first time I realize its gonna be a little different game. It’s was extremely loud and I was going to have to muster up some extra energy to match the venue…which kind of worked, even it slightly. So walk around, start dancing on the dance floor (I hate dancing[at least not when sober]) and opened some sets. I’m usually a loud guy but had trouble getting my voice up. Some sets got introduced some sets fizzled. I get off the dance floor and start opening up some sets, but I was still in the “quiet venue” mode and was trying to figure out how to pump it up (which may or may not have been true but it was how I felt at the time). Opened up this one girl who was standing by herself, it goes well…but then gets torn away by the friends. Head back to the dance floor and see this one girl (with a snarly look on her face)…immediately I think “This isnt’ going to go well, but fuck it.” I go up to her loud and proud. She looks at me for 2 seconds, gets entranced by my presence and then…REJECTION. She starts shaking her head with this disgusted look on her face and was like fuck off, haha. For the rest of the night I just tried to stay present and not get distracted by the venue. Dancing around, jumping up and down and started singing Rihanna with a bunch of other dudes (basically I was trying to pump their state too), it was hilarious and fun if not completely gay, haha. It gets towards the end of the night “One more approach, one more approach.” So I get one more approach in and not so much. Then, STREET GAME. We walk around for a bit I see a girl, “Hey what’s up” she walks away. YEAH! FIRST STREET APPROACH! I get in my car, eat my turkey drumstick from Thanksgiving, watch Tyler’s video about Massive Action and proceed to go to bed. GOOD. FUCKING. NIGHT. Tomorrow: day game.

TL;DR

The good shit: Had 2 really AWESOME interactions. Stuck with it in the overwhelming club. Kept pushing and then at some point just said fucked and enjoyed myself at the club.

Lessons Learned: I need to handle obstacles better (even when they’re your wingman!). Need to escalate/progress the set along (regardless of whether or not its your warmup!!, just do it! However, realizing that I am NOT doing is a good first step). Need to better pump my state in louder more energetic venues (or just not give a fuck and go with it). Also, engage the whole group (when necessary and/or it is HELPFUL. Don’t be lazy or distracted, I.E. Be focused and proactive.)