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I went out last night to a proper nightclub with a cover charge for the first time in a while. It was probably the first time this year (I had been to tiny "nightclubs" which were basements of lounge-type bars without cover charges in May, and had been to a small bar with a dancefloor in March). It might have been the first time since NYE 2015.
The abundance of really hot girls was crazy. I can see how such venues make ideal training grounds for men seeking to hone the seductive arts.
I went with two buddies, and again it was interesting to note the difference between them. One has a mediocre physique, with scrawny arms, is short, and I wouldn't call him handsome (but he isn't ugly either), yet is of aristocratic stock (his style is classic). The other has no such lineage to speak of, is a mulatto (white + mixed heritage on his mother's side), is much more good looking (no homo), taller, more stylish ("urban"), albeit with a nondescript physique.
The main difference that I can surmise between them is game. The aristocrat (I call him this, but most aristocrats have no game whatsoever, so it should not be taken as inherent privilege or advantage where girls are concerned) has really good game. He's an amazing conversationalist, in that he sets chase frames, comfort, push/pull, makes girls qualify to him, all super subtly, so that after chatting with a girl for 15 or more minutes, she's basically his. The mulatto has zero game. He used to be a bar crawl guide and so was able to smash lots of snatch (including plenty of top-shelf twat), but he can't do verbal game to save his life. His conversation is boring and bland. He resorts to frequent compliments. It all sounds rather contrived and insincere.
At the club, the mulatto got us a VIP table (four bottles of Smirnoff plus mixers). This was the first time I was in a VIP lounge in a nightclub. It happened that I was just vibing, leaning on a railing around the table and partly moving my body to the banging tunes, when I saw, in two different instances, two separate SHBs smiling at me.
Unfortunately I had to work the next day (today) and even had a morning plan to hit the beach (which thankfully was rescheduled when I told the people I was going with I could only come later but also because the weather was windy and even fresh this morning) so I couldn't be in the club 100% in the moment not having to keep time under control (to eventually leave and still catch some shut-eye) also had been in gym in the morning and had already done a tour that day so was exhausted, also didn't drink anything except a glass of bubbly at the start of the night and a shot at the first bar (before nightclub). I also hadn't had lunch that day. So in the end I not only didn't have the necessary energy to stay there until closing time fully concentrated on securing and then extracting and smashing some high-end twat but I was also worried about today's morning plans and afternoon tour.
During the 3.5 hours I was in the nightclub, since we walked in with three girls we pulled from the first bar, and one of the girls was into me, and she was hot, I was mainly managing her. She was early twenties, pretty, had blue eyes, was half-American, with huge hooters, short hair, and some Gen Z tats. Also a bit of hair under her armpits. At one point we were alone and I kissed her neck, and she grinded her ass on my dick, but I didn't make out with her because I wanted to let the tension build (also to avoid getting LMR if I went for the pull) but I never spoke to her about leaving or coming to my house. Anyway, I didn't have the energy. If I had brought her home I would probably have gotten floppy dick or PE. And, very quickly in the nightclub I was tired - it's such a chaotic environment, with girls losing their friends all the time, and you losing yours, etc...
The abundance of really hot girls was crazy. I can see how such venues make ideal training grounds for men seeking to hone the seductive arts.
I went with two buddies, and again it was interesting to note the difference between them. One has a mediocre physique, with scrawny arms, is short, and I wouldn't call him handsome (but he isn't ugly either), yet is of aristocratic stock (his style is classic). The other has no such lineage to speak of, is a mulatto (white + mixed heritage on his mother's side), is much more good looking (no homo), taller, more stylish ("urban"), albeit with a nondescript physique.
The main difference that I can surmise between them is game. The aristocrat (I call him this, but most aristocrats have no game whatsoever, so it should not be taken as inherent privilege or advantage where girls are concerned) has really good game. He's an amazing conversationalist, in that he sets chase frames, comfort, push/pull, makes girls qualify to him, all super subtly, so that after chatting with a girl for 15 or more minutes, she's basically his. The mulatto has zero game. He used to be a bar crawl guide and so was able to smash lots of snatch (including plenty of top-shelf twat), but he can't do verbal game to save his life. His conversation is boring and bland. He resorts to frequent compliments. It all sounds rather contrived and insincere.
At the club, the mulatto got us a VIP table (four bottles of Smirnoff plus mixers). This was the first time I was in a VIP lounge in a nightclub. It happened that I was just vibing, leaning on a railing around the table and partly moving my body to the banging tunes, when I saw, in two different instances, two separate SHBs smiling at me.
Unfortunately I had to work the next day (today) and even had a morning plan to hit the beach (which thankfully was rescheduled when I told the people I was going with I could only come later but also because the weather was windy and even fresh this morning) so I couldn't be in the club 100% in the moment not having to keep time under control (to eventually leave and still catch some shut-eye) also had been in gym in the morning and had already done a tour that day so was exhausted, also didn't drink anything except a glass of bubbly at the start of the night and a shot at the first bar (before nightclub). I also hadn't had lunch that day. So in the end I not only didn't have the necessary energy to stay there until closing time fully concentrated on securing and then extracting and smashing some high-end twat but I was also worried about today's morning plans and afternoon tour.
During the 3.5 hours I was in the nightclub, since we walked in with three girls we pulled from the first bar, and one of the girls was into me, and she was hot, I was mainly managing her. She was early twenties, pretty, had blue eyes, was half-American, with huge hooters, short hair, and some Gen Z tats. Also a bit of hair under her armpits. At one point we were alone and I kissed her neck, and she grinded her ass on my dick, but I didn't make out with her because I wanted to let the tension build (also to avoid getting LMR if I went for the pull) but I never spoke to her about leaving or coming to my house. Anyway, I didn't have the energy. If I had brought her home I would probably have gotten floppy dick or PE. And, very quickly in the nightclub I was tired - it's such a chaotic environment, with girls losing their friends all the time, and you losing yours, etc...
