Last night 5.0 ordered us out to a bar full of Americans.  They are the bane of my existence.  I brought out Mystel and my housemate Ghost for his first time in the field.  He has never seen me in action.  The bar was full of low-value Americans.  I was really stressed out as soon as I got there, caught between a desire to perform for my housemate and a desire to not hear any screeching American accents.  We grab a coupla drinks and just chill for the first hour while the place fills up.  There is a really scrawny girl behind us in a pair of short shorts that looked like they used to be a shopping bag.  Something was strange.  Needless to say Starlight opens her in a booth.  Eventually Mystel goes in to wing.  I keep signalling Starlight to see if he wants me to manage the big girl for him.  He keeps signalling yes.  I keep pretending not to see.

Finally, I face the inevitable and I open the big girl Shane-style.  She had no chance.  I just run my new routine-less routine stack.  She is enthralled.  I am super honest.  She drops the bf bomb early in the conversation.  It was more of a way to give herself value than to stop my German march.  I mean I clearly wasn’t projecting any interest.  She said she could sort me a DJ gig at her work.  I will find out I guess.  I was far more interested in that than anything else that happened. Eventually everyone else gets blown out.  All the other girls and boys leave.

I stay talking to this girl.  I’m not in set.  Shane doesn’t do sets.  She just talks to whoever she wants to talk to.  So I am doing that.  I am blowing her mind.  She didn’t like Starlight at all.  He kept slapping her ass and pulling up her skirt.  It’s weird to watch my moves from the sidelines.  I was like ya he is high energy sometimes.  She brings in her friend who is cute enough.  I am working both both girls.  Mystel comes in and starts working the big girl.  I run ninja-comfort on the new girl.  She is enthralled.  Our faces are so close and she is doing ninety percent of the talking.  I am building the sexual tension.  Ratcheting.  Ratcheting.  Her face is coming closer.  I can smell her breath.  Then the big friend busts in to get the girl’s phone.  She wants to give both of their number’s to Mystel.  My girl goes to the bathroom never to return.

The big girl starts bringing up how she thinks Starlight is an ass.  Shane doesn’t let people talk about her friends like that.  Neither does Paladin actually.  I said it’s one thing to say you didn’t like his behaviour, but that is my friend so tone it down.  I ain’t gonna stab him in the back.  She then also goes to the eternal bathroom.  I find out then that Mystel had been talking to the same skinny girl when he was winging Starlight earlier.  And somehow big girl decided that he passed her tests and should be with her friend.  She blew us both out.  Weird.

I learned a couple of things.  At one point skinny girl said that lots of people think she’s a lesbian.  I said that lots of girls think I’m gay.  They were like how the hell is that possible?  They said they couldn’t possibly see that.  Apparently, when I base my game on a gay woman, I come off as a straight man.  They also both told me they could tell that I’m a really low key person.  So when I’m in Shane-state, my micro-body language is super tight.  Because I’m actually a super high energy guy.  But that guy rarely gets the girl.

At this point everyone has left except for 5.0, who has a girl on his arm.  He’s trying to avoid me for fear of my saying how much I hate American girls. Ha.  I can’t find any girls with any value anywhere.  They are all acting really low rent.  The guy are all dressed like idiots.  Every girl I meet thinks I’m English, which I consider a massive compliment.  Everyone is pretty rude.  We meet a cool Russian dude with rude friends.  We go on the dancefloor and I want to cry.  Over 100 people dancing.  None of them on beat.  I am amazed that people can make it to adulthood without the ability to count to 4.  But they have.  Everyone is hooking up like mad.  I just want to leave.

Dude.  Even when Indian girls blow you out, at least they are nice about it.   Honestly, rudeness is one of my biggest turnoffs.  Class isn’t about money, it’s about behaviour.