My original plans fell through and the night turned late and seemed grim. I was tired and I said fuck it. I had just got into bed at 11, feeling shitty for wasting a Friday night, when the call finally came that changed my mind. I had to totally reverse my mood, which was quite a challenge, but worth it.

I park my car and start clapping my hands and working my body into state. I arrive at the venue and there is a line wrapped around the block. I wish I could say I grabbed a few of the hottest girls and proofed my way in, but I'm not that good, yet. I did, though, have friends already waiting in line. I'm okay with that, because David Wygant says you have some of the best times waiting in line. It's a whole group of underage people I don't know, and two really close friends. I introduced myself to everybody, and worked on group cohesion, and open the people in front and behind us. High fives as often as possible.

I've been working physically on getting into state the whole time in line: clapping my hands, laughing, yelling, and having fun. I also practiced push/pull on my friends. I charm the doorpeople. I walk in, clap my hands really loud and yell "Yesssssss!" I then open the first set I see, two girls leaning on a wall. It's a real quick interaction, mostly for my benefit, so I get AA out of the way and start building momentum. I eject and walk along the bar, dancing and looking for high energy people. I see a guy at the bar with his body in the perfect position for a random high five, boom! More quick bouts with people as I follow my friends to the bathroom. I see the girls waiting in line in the ladies room and I walk up singing 'Waiting in line for the ladies room!' I trip while I do it (the place is a death trap), and it's fucking hilarious. The girls approved.

Fuck the bathrooms, I loop around and go back to the bar to get a drink. I see two HB7's dancing next to the bar and I slap my hand on the bar right next to them and yell 'How are you ladies doing?!' One says 'You're the gay guy I saw dancing through here!' :-/ I say "So what if I am?" and I comment on their dancing, then I start dancing saying I've got better moves and totally blow it cause I started sounding flaming. LoL. Who cares, I'm waiting for my drink! The bartender's this really hot tattoo'd girl, and I know she's probably a super bitch who gets hit on all the time. I get a high five in. Then, I make her qualify her skills as a bartender, asking if she can hold a conversation and do her job at the same time. It's a good thing to say, because it's always good to talk to bartenders, but it's hard to talk to them when they're fucking busy and sometimes they get pissed. I get my drink, tip well and eject. She yells 'Thanks!' as I'm leaving.

Back to dance walking, and I see a guy and a HB8 at the end of the bar, wiggling a little. I say 'Hey, this is the corner with rhythm!' and I start dancing. Honey bunny's totally into it, she cheers, and starts dancing. Before tonight, I've always hated grinding because it's so unimaginative, but I know it's important so I have at it. I awkwardly grab her and turn her around, she cheers, and she is ALL UP ON ME. I realize grinding ain't so bad after all. I never physical push/pulled intentionally before tonight, either, so after a minute, I say 'TOO NAUGHTY!!' and push her away. In retrospect, bad call, cause she probably thought I was getting a boner, :-/. She goes 'Awwww,' and then I tilt my head while looking and smiling at her, slide my hand down her arm to her hand, pull her hand back all the way behind me so she's close and wrap it around my waist, then I wrap my hand around her waist and hug her. I say 'It's okay, I still love you.' Nice. She gets the idea I'm ejecting for some reason, so I do it anyways. She grabs my arm with both hands and says it was nice meeting me. I should have just said "Give me your number." I NEED TO #-CLOSE MORE, GRARRR!

The night continues, I'm opening as often as possible, building momentum. I tried not to open so many guys, like my last time out. I open sets, but eject before they blow out. I find my friends at the bar in the warehouse in the back, there's fucking awesome music and the room's hot and steamy from all the dancing. I high five the bartender, and try to be really friendly. I talk about how it's surprisingly slow, even though there are tons of people around. He says everybody's broke and I tell him he's got me pegged. He laughs and boom, free shot of tequila. Too bad I'm driving, I give it to my girly friend. I keep up the banter throughout the night with the staff, and I'm friends with everyone on either side of the bar.

I see a 4-set dancing in the back, 2 HB7's, an HB8, and a HB9. I tell one of my friends to follow me and open them, saying 'Hey, you should meet my friend!' I turn and see the chump's not behind me, lol, woops. I say 'Sorry...' like a chump, NEVER SAY SORRY. For some reason the HB9's still paying attention to me, so I joke and ask where their guy friends are. Blah blah blah, I'm not so smooth and the music's too loud, but at least I'm dealing with high valued girls, and what do you know, she was actually really nice. I got some kino in, but she never really faced me, so I ejected. Should have asked to dance, but it didn't occur to me.

I talk to a friend of a friend and try to get to know him. A blonde, HB8, walks up and she's dancing. I dunno wtf I said or did, I think I just pulled her to me, but the next thing I know, our legs are entwined and she's really close, I'm kinoing the fuck out of her. I think I got some push/pull in. She's laughing at everything I say, particularly that she's friend zoned and she's my new wingwoman (thanks D-white). She loves it, but I don't know where to go from there, haha. I was new to having a wingman, even more, a wingwoman, so I just bullshitted my way into opening a random HB8 who's talking to this MMA looking guy. The blonde walks away, while I get to know HB8, and I comment on her friend who looks like a fighter. She says he isn't. He comes up and I ask him. He says he is, and she laughs, and I think he's fucking with me. (Guys always lie and fuck with me, cerebral pricks.)

I start asking him about different chokes and locks, making sure he's legit, and he feels condescended. He keeps saying I'm talking shit and he mentions fighting me, trying to AMOG me. I actually train in MMA, so I say it wouldn't be a fair fight, cause I'm a fucking featherweight. I try to talk to him about MMA, he's semi-receptive, but is still trying to AMOG me and scare me. He whispers to his friend and his friend says we should roll, I say sure and start looking around for a good spot to go down. His friend bets 20 I wouldn't last five seconds, I say 'I'll take that bet.' Get this, AMOG whispers to his friend again and his friend says, '30 seconds.' Haha. Unfortunately, I didn't have any money to gamble with. Anyways, this meat head isn't doing a great job of AMOGing me, and in the end he finds out I'm a friend of his friend. He starts apologizing and talking to me like he should have from the start, lol. I was so in state, I wouldn't let this guy intimidate me, I'm actually quite surprised I didn't even think twice about him actually doing anything. Seems like he was really just shit testing me cause I was all over the women.

Anyways, my mood slows down, I get tired, and I'm at the bar thinking I may be done for the night, talking to the bartender. We joke about taking our shirts off and he half does it and the hot girl bartender, who I've also charmed the hell out of, notices this and LIFTS HER DRESS UP. Tight panties and she stops just before her nipples. Fucking beautiful. It's the most amazing mood uplifter, I had no idea, hahaha. If you're worried about state, I suggest finding some skin to enjoy. Or maybe, show some skin off? I have a feeling the girls will love it.

I find that HB8 blonde at the bar again, "Hey wingwoman." We're in arms again, and I say I have to make the lady bartender jealous and she has to help because she's my wingwoman. She says 'Let's do it!' I say 'You really want to?' and I start slowly moving in for a kiss, eye contact from eyes to lips. Boom, she kisses me, though briefly and with half closed mouth. I hesitated, didn't know what to say. I wanted a real kiss, and I was kind of disappointed. She picked that up, and kissed me again. Then again. Too quick for me to do anything heavy, FUCK! I should have said 'Is that the best you got?' or called her a woodpecker or something, but it was too quick! I'm stunned and I start losing the frame and state. We talk briefly and she walks away. FFFUUUUUUU.

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