Ok this is the night directly following this field report:
https://boards.girlschase.com/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=14666
This first part continues the social circle game from that first field report.
The actual field report is in the second half of this entry, and has no relation to the rest of this series, but happened later in the night.
I start the night messaging a friend of mine to meet me at a local bar. He and I hadn’t seen each other in years, but had ended up at the same university. I’m heading out of the building, when a group of girls intercept me. One of them is Katrina. Uh oh. She gives me a weird look, but then the leader of the group says:
I look at them for a second, holding eye contact (really just stalling as I think). Then I agree to, but tell them that I won’t be there for a half hour. I also mention I will bring a friend. They say sure, and I head out to meet my buddy.
Nothing of interest really happens for a while. Eventually my buddy and I are in pre drinks. I’m sitting on my couch spot, same as the last night. Daisy, a girl I’ve been flirty with and she with me, but both are too cool/wary to chase, is standing nearby.
I reach out and grab her waist, pulling her onto my lap. She says something like
I simply say:
She looks at me, waiting for me to move to go get it. I look at her, she realises hey he can’t I’m on his lap. So she gets up. I say
compliance. We drink together for a bit, I tease her, push her away, pull her closer, but all very slowly and kind of aloof, not really invested or paying much attention. She gets frustrated she can’t get me to chase (this girl really likes orbiters and guys chasing her), so she melts back into the crowd. Katrina is watching us. We make eye contact.
I at this point don’t know that we hooked up. All I remember is kissing her and then her backing off (for those who didn’t read the previous FR, I was blackout drunk). So I’m just thinking hey, maybe she’s weird about that kiss.
All these people are just sitting around though. I spend a while just sitting on my own, very still, brooding. Katrina and some other girls look at me quite often, which was my intent (well that and I’m in a mood at this point).
My buddy from high school, different guy than from the first (and the subsequent nights), we will call Henry. He is eastern european, and has a long distance girlfriend, but has good game and big muscles. I’ve gone out partying with him before. Henry and I decide to head out to a club night on our own, since this place seems dead and I’m a bit weirded out by the reputation things I didn’t fully understand.
(This next part is the actual field report):
So we head to a club. It is very chill when we get there, the star DJ has not arrived yet. We head to the lower area where the bar and tables are. We walk around for a bit, not really sure what to do. Everyone here is clumped up in big groups, and we know no one.
So Henry pulls me along, and slides into a booth opposite two girls who were sitting drinking and chatting. He is very talkative and expressive, and gets the two girls talking. They are English, and they ask us about our respective homelands and how we met. I let him lead, and I hang back and play the mysterious broody guy to contrast his assertive outgoing game. He’s seated across from the cute girl, I’m across from the less attractive one.
Well, that won’t do, now will it?
So I take charge. I suggest a drinking game. We start playing never-have-I-ever. Both Henry and I have done far more than these girls, and they take every chance they can get to make it sexual. The less-than-cute girl has no sexual experience whatsoever, which I expected. The cuter one had given a guy a blow job, but nothing more. I smirk at this.
Then she says
Uh oh. (Not once did I think to lie and just not drink, which is what I should’ve done).
Never have I ever soon morphs into truth or dare. We do truths at first, nothing memorable. Then the less-cute girl dares Henry to go flirt his way into a free drink. There are three bartenders, one of them a guy. Unfortunately the guy ends up being the one taking his order. Henry does admirably, but ends up having to pay for it. Oh, and when we get back, the cuter girl is seated on my side now.
Ok…time for some revenge on his behalf. I dare the less-cute girl to get a phone number from any guy here. Let’s see how good they are at pickup.
She looks intimidated, but the cuter girl looks intrigued, giving me flirty side-eye. The cute one says
I slowly turn my gaze towards her and say something along the lines of
Whilst smiling to myself more than to anyone else. She looks down, then back up and holds eye contact. Then she grabs her friend, and my hand, and pulls us up towards the dance floor.
I hate dance floors. I have nothing against you all who pull from them all the time, but they completely clash with my more chill new style of game, and every night this week has involved a dance floor. I hate dance floors.
We follow them as they try and fail and eventually succeed to get a number. The cute girl was an amazingly sensual dancer, turning me on just watching her. The less cute girl wasn’t that good. My friend and I are in awe, and he motions for me to dance with the cute one. Good man.
I do for a bit, and she is almost grinding on me. Then, fuck.
Random-ass friends of hers show up. Including a tall, thin guy with glasses, who is all over her (and drunk off his ass). She moves over to her group of friends and dances with them.
My friend Henry looks at me like what just happened. I look at him and shrug. He motions for me to grab the cute girl’s waist and pull her back over to us. I do so, and she complies, but soon drifts back towards her group. I shrug again, and take her back again.
Which isn’t smooth, but I didn’t know how else to pull this off. She looks at me, like what the fuck, and i pull her close and say into her ear
“my friend and I are going to find drinks over at that bar”
whilst motioning with my eyes towards the bar at the back of the dance floor
“come find us”
She laughs, gives me the thumbs up, and keeps dancing.
arghhh
Henry and I go chill. He is moving along to the music and chatting up people who walk past, and I, Mr. Too-suave-for-you, am slowly sipping my drink, smirking at cute girls who walk past and make eye contact, and talking to whoever Henry brings over but no one clicks.
Eventually the cute girl and the other girl come over, and apologise. They say they have to leave, to take care of their drunk friend (who is still all over the cute girl, little skeeze xD )
I nod, ask them for their facebooks (which I am using until my number sorts itself out), and then smile and say nothing as they leave.
Henry and I look at each other, talk about how annoying overly needy drunk friends are, and push our way to the front of the crowd. The star DJ arrives and we just chill and enjoy the night.
Key takeaways:
-There is such thing as too little action when trying to pin down sprezzatura. I think I got near that point.
-Reputation is a bitch. Both in my social circle woes, but also in my being labeled a player by the cute girl in the club.
-Friends seeing girls with you is a huge cockblock usually. It’s the first week of uni and none of the girls want to be labeled as “that slut.”
And that’s a wrap! Will post the third night soon, which is a much more fun and complex one!
x
Byron
https://boards.girlschase.com/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=14666
This first part continues the social circle game from that first field report.
The actual field report is in the second half of this entry, and has no relation to the rest of this series, but happened later in the night.
I start the night messaging a friend of mine to meet me at a local bar. He and I hadn’t seen each other in years, but had ended up at the same university. I’m heading out of the building, when a group of girls intercept me. One of them is Katrina. Uh oh. She gives me a weird look, but then the leader of the group says:
I look at them for a second, holding eye contact (really just stalling as I think). Then I agree to, but tell them that I won’t be there for a half hour. I also mention I will bring a friend. They say sure, and I head out to meet my buddy.
Nothing of interest really happens for a while. Eventually my buddy and I are in pre drinks. I’m sitting on my couch spot, same as the last night. Daisy, a girl I’ve been flirty with and she with me, but both are too cool/wary to chase, is standing nearby.
I reach out and grab her waist, pulling her onto my lap. She says something like
I simply say:
She looks at me, waiting for me to move to go get it. I look at her, she realises hey he can’t I’m on his lap. So she gets up. I say
She rolls her eyes but complies. There we go
compliance. We drink together for a bit, I tease her, push her away, pull her closer, but all very slowly and kind of aloof, not really invested or paying much attention. She gets frustrated she can’t get me to chase (this girl really likes orbiters and guys chasing her), so she melts back into the crowd. Katrina is watching us. We make eye contact.I at this point don’t know that we hooked up. All I remember is kissing her and then her backing off (for those who didn’t read the previous FR, I was blackout drunk). So I’m just thinking hey, maybe she’s weird about that kiss.
All these people are just sitting around though. I spend a while just sitting on my own, very still, brooding. Katrina and some other girls look at me quite often, which was my intent (well that and I’m in a mood at this point).
My buddy from high school, different guy than from the first (and the subsequent nights), we will call Henry. He is eastern european, and has a long distance girlfriend, but has good game and big muscles. I’ve gone out partying with him before. Henry and I decide to head out to a club night on our own, since this place seems dead and I’m a bit weirded out by the reputation things I didn’t fully understand.
(This next part is the actual field report):
So we head to a club. It is very chill when we get there, the star DJ has not arrived yet. We head to the lower area where the bar and tables are. We walk around for a bit, not really sure what to do. Everyone here is clumped up in big groups, and we know no one.
So Henry pulls me along, and slides into a booth opposite two girls who were sitting drinking and chatting. He is very talkative and expressive, and gets the two girls talking. They are English, and they ask us about our respective homelands and how we met. I let him lead, and I hang back and play the mysterious broody guy to contrast his assertive outgoing game. He’s seated across from the cute girl, I’m across from the less attractive one.
Well, that won’t do, now will it?
So I take charge. I suggest a drinking game. We start playing never-have-I-ever. Both Henry and I have done far more than these girls, and they take every chance they can get to make it sexual. The less-than-cute girl has no sexual experience whatsoever, which I expected. The cuter one had given a guy a blow job, but nothing more. I smirk at this.
Then she says
Whilst looking directly at me. I hold eye contact, smirk, and drink. She has me pinned as a player now. That’s not good, but I may be able to pull it off.
Uh oh. (Not once did I think to lie and just not drink, which is what I should’ve done).
Never have I ever soon morphs into truth or dare. We do truths at first, nothing memorable. Then the less-cute girl dares Henry to go flirt his way into a free drink. There are three bartenders, one of them a guy. Unfortunately the guy ends up being the one taking his order. Henry does admirably, but ends up having to pay for it. Oh, and when we get back, the cuter girl is seated on my side now.
Ok…time for some revenge on his behalf. I dare the less-cute girl to get a phone number from any guy here. Let’s see how good they are at pickup.
She looks intimidated, but the cuter girl looks intrigued, giving me flirty side-eye. The cute one says
I slowly turn my gaze towards her and say something along the lines of
Whilst smiling to myself more than to anyone else. She looks down, then back up and holds eye contact. Then she grabs her friend, and my hand, and pulls us up towards the dance floor.
I hate dance floors. I have nothing against you all who pull from them all the time, but they completely clash with my more chill new style of game, and every night this week has involved a dance floor. I hate dance floors.
We follow them as they try and fail and eventually succeed to get a number. The cute girl was an amazingly sensual dancer, turning me on just watching her. The less cute girl wasn’t that good. My friend and I are in awe, and he motions for me to dance with the cute one. Good man.
I do for a bit, and she is almost grinding on me. Then, fuck.
Random-ass friends of hers show up. Including a tall, thin guy with glasses, who is all over her (and drunk off his ass). She moves over to her group of friends and dances with them.
My friend Henry looks at me like what just happened. I look at him and shrug. He motions for me to grab the cute girl’s waist and pull her back over to us. I do so, and she complies, but soon drifts back towards her group. I shrug again, and take her back again.
Which isn’t smooth, but I didn’t know how else to pull this off. She looks at me, like what the fuck, and i pull her close and say into her ear
“my friend and I are going to find drinks over at that bar”
whilst motioning with my eyes towards the bar at the back of the dance floor
“come find us”
She laughs, gives me the thumbs up, and keeps dancing.
arghhh
Henry and I go chill. He is moving along to the music and chatting up people who walk past, and I, Mr. Too-suave-for-you, am slowly sipping my drink, smirking at cute girls who walk past and make eye contact, and talking to whoever Henry brings over but no one clicks.
Eventually the cute girl and the other girl come over, and apologise. They say they have to leave, to take care of their drunk friend (who is still all over the cute girl, little skeeze xD )
I nod, ask them for their facebooks (which I am using until my number sorts itself out), and then smile and say nothing as they leave.
Henry and I look at each other, talk about how annoying overly needy drunk friends are, and push our way to the front of the crowd. The star DJ arrives and we just chill and enjoy the night.
Key takeaways:
-There is such thing as too little action when trying to pin down sprezzatura. I think I got near that point.
-Reputation is a bitch. Both in my social circle woes, but also in my being labeled a player by the cute girl in the club.
-Friends seeing girls with you is a huge cockblock usually. It’s the first week of uni and none of the girls want to be labeled as “that slut.”
And that’s a wrap! Will post the third night soon, which is a much more fun and complex one!
x
Byron
