Tonight was so crazy.  I realized in LA that my game is really tight.  It just is.  I have worked my butt off and now I know that if I man up and open I can do really well with beautiful women.  The line between confidence and arrogance is so thin.

I’ll try to explain my whole night, but it’s gonna be tough.  I just got off my night bus, it’s 315 in the morning and I’m pretty drunk.  I had 3 drinks in the club.  That’s one more than my ass needs.  OK.  So I couldn’t get anyone to join me at a trance club tonight.  I wanted to celebrate not dying.  So let me try to get to the beginning.

Beeballer calls me today and is like let’s grab some chill drinks tonight and hang out.  I want you to meet some of my cool friends.  I’m down with that.  He tells me we’re going to Mayfair so I gotta rock my hottest and poshest gear.  So I throw on the new Star Wars cartoon movie, which is awesome so far, and I start to kit out with a ton of my freshest gear.  I put on my Lee jeans, my other Cavalli shirt, my matching cross belt buckle and wrist cuff from LA, and my new Coat from LA.  So I bought these jeans about 6 weeks ago and they were tight as hell.  Well that’s a thing of the past.  They are at least an inch too big on the waist.  Now i’ll admit that they have probably stretched a little, but it’s not just that.  They should have stretched to be comfortable… This is more than that.  They slide down too far now.  I can’t wear them with a chill belt without pulling them up all night.  I need a tight belt to keep my ass crack a secret.  I guess it’s a victory to lose so much weight.  I mean my face is sooooo different.  And my body is starting to look nice.  I just wanna see abs tho.  I really do.  It’s my dream.

Ok.  I’ve gone off course enough.  So I put on my coolest and fanciest gear and I meet up with Beeballer and his friends at a posh pub in Mayfair.  They are all going to see the 007 movie and me and Beeballer are gonna go chill after.  Turns out there is a ticket to the movie for Beeballer.  So I start trying to arrange to meetup with Ghost in central and meet these dudes at a club after.  Suddenly, I get a call and there’s a ticket for me.  So I check out Bond, surrounded by strangers.  The movie had good action, but I was totally unable to follow the plot.  If you are gonna see it, you need to see Casino Royale before you go.  It’s totally crucial.  So I enjoyed the action, but we all thought it was just average.

Then we all head off to this club.  I used to go there a lot, but I never closed so I kinda stopped.  It’s filled with part-time models, art students, and indie rock girls.  I haven no idea why I stopped.  I’m in line with Beeballer for a drink and I’m rocking my eyepatch.  It’s a bastard but my brain is still not so great.  My eyes get really sore after a while.  So I needed the patch during the movie and at the club.  Dude I have insane respect for Harlequin now.  I love the guy and I look up to him on a lot of levels, but I had no idea of what it’s like to have one eye until tonight.  It’s hard going to school and catching a bus, but try walking through a club.  At one point I got really, really scared.  I couldn’t find my friends and everyone looked the same.  I got through it, but I am so grateful that my eye will heal.

So anyways, I’m staring at this girl next to meet that looks like Julia Roberts at 17.  I’m not a Pretty Woman fan or anything, but this girl was so beautiful I felt true fear.  It doesn’t happen to me that much.  I was just standing there feeling so broken under my eyepatch.  I started saying that it was my limit and I just let it cycle me.  Even though I gamed a stunning Chinese/Irish girl in line and was jedi.  So it was in my head.  So I open the girl in line behind her.  With the worst and most inane opener ever.  I say to a girl not wearing a costume next to hear friend in full facepaint, “are you guys wearing matching costumes?”

It’s a nothing comment.  But my value is super high.  Because my value is super high.  I just believe it.  The girl loves me.  It’s really cool.  She says all of these super weird lines to me like it doesn’t matter who you are or what you look like, it just matters if you’re having a good time.  So we bounce around like this and I let her lead the conversation, while I hug her, dance with her and pull her in for cheek kisses.  Beeballer makes me look cool by handing me my drink and the girl jumps into his spot to get her own two beers.  She is blond and Danish.  She is an art student.  I stand there waiting.  The old me would have been so afraid of hemorrhaging value that I would have run off.   But I am less worried about losing value now.  She get her drinks, turns around and makes it clear she’s about to walk off…

I tell her to dance with me.  She has to take the other drink to a friend.  So I follow her and behind me is Beeballer’s mate and the other girl.  He’s winging me like a champ.  I tell the girl to go slow as it’s hard to follow.  Of course I lose her in the crowd.  I try to find her, but some guy shoves in the way.  And then goes slow as hell.  People are so weird.  I end up in the corner of the club and I can’t find any of them.  To be honest I started cycling towards a panic attack.  I was alone and lost and I was like I can’t see good enough to ever find my friends.  But I grabbed that cycle and calmed down.  I just started working my way through the club and I found my friend with the girls.  He is tall. Yay.

So I start talking to him.  He makes it clear he doesn’t like the friend.  I ask if my girl is cute because I can’t see her.  He tells me that she is.  Yay.  I am over my no-blonds thing I guess.  I still way prefer brunettes but….  So I grab her and dance some.  I grind a little.  My mate runs off to the bathroom, but I know he’s not coming back.  He’s done more than I need.  So I amp up her buying temperature by just being cool and sexy and comfortable with myself.  I talk to her friend some.  On a high note I tell her I came with friends and I gotta find them.  I am repeating a story Harlequin told me once.  I figure that if I look like him I should try gaming like him.  So I go and find my friends and I know she’s surprised I left and didn’t even try and get her number.  I don’t even say I’m coming back.

I catch up with my mates and realize that Beeballer knows some cool people.  I’m chilling with them at their table and I see over my shoulder that the girls are right behind me, but now there are three.  They have added a cute girl in a pink nurses outfit to the mix.  To show off I grab my girl and grind on her and dance with her some.  I give her 5-7 mins and then I just walk back to my friends without saying a word.  The secret is that I did it on a high note.  Like we were having a cool time but I just got bored.  Girls have done this to me before, which means it will probably work.  I am back dancing with my friends and I catch her even closer this time!  I grab her and dance some more again.

I ask one of my new friends if he wants the nurse.  He’s a cool guy but he’s a muggle, so he’s like sure man cool whatever.  (I’m skipping the boring parts where I winged Beeballer etc…this post is already way too long sorry….)  So we go outside to catch some air and I’m like we can outgame Beeballer I believe in us.  I see the girl in the nurse costume and the other friend.  We walk over to chat and be cool.   And then it happens.

The nurse is like OMG I know you!!!  I’m like are you sure?  She names the bar where we met.  I’ve only met about five girls there.  It’s the girl Vercetti called a grenade.  Dude she looked hot again.  My friends are crazy.  I remember her name before she remembers mine.  I give her hell for not doing a day 2 with me.  She is like it’s great to see you, you were so cool.  Then the sexy Danish girl walks over and she is like hey I made out with Paladin a few weeks ago!  I’m like crap.  (I kinda mess up here, so pay attention!!!)  I tell the nurse to chill out I like her friend.  She then tells me that her friend has a boyfriend, so it ain’t gonna happen.  So I switch targets to the nurse.  Stupid move.

I go interesting let’s grab a drink.  I grab her arm and start pulling her inside.  I want to isolate this girl asap.  It’s the only good route I see.  To be honest I shoulda stayed focused on the first girl and ignored the boyfriend comment and her shouting that we’d made out.  I didn’t overreact.  But I needed to NOT react.  Anyways, I get her halfway to the door and she calls out the my original sexy target.  So I go inside with HBNurse and HBDanish.  We get to the bar and I tell them what I want.  They are like no, you’re paying.

I was like Nurse I was paying when it was just you and me and we were gonna make out some more.  I mean I don’t mind paying for a drink on what turns out to be a 2nd date.  HAahahaha.   So I finally crack and I’m gonna get us a round, whatever.  And Beeballer rolls up with a drink for me.  What a damn hero.  I look at my drink and smile.  The two girls disappear in less that one minute.  I think about it and realize that I’ve blown the set.

I mean I really didn’t know what to do in this situation.  I just start laughing.  It’s hard to recover from having hooked up with a target’s friend.  But I realized I was the only one who thought it was weird.  The girl had a positive memory and just wanted to keep being friends.  I see now my minor mistake and I learned from tonight.

I go back to my friends and dance and chill.  I’m too tired for more sets.  As we are about to leave I see the girls dancing right near us again.  So I go in to say good night.  I try to stick my tongue in Nurse’s face and she just gives me cheek love.  I’m like damn.  That’s a shame.  I go to say goodnight to my sexy blond Danish and I just say I’m adding you on facebook babe.  She’s like how will you do that?  I’m like I’ll add you through Nurse, who I added last month hehe.  She is like mmm cool.  She just respects my dominance.  And sticks her tongue in my mouth.  It was so cool.  A surprise makeout is like finding money under the couch.

I feel so cool.

I thought about it and I realize I should have pushed harder for an extraction, date, or number at this point.  I really didn’t see my position.  I let one comment from her friend make me think this girl had a boyfriend.  But I gotta stop doing that.  It’s a meaningless statement.  Especially from a girl I have history with.  I am so happy with my result tonight.  My glass is half full.  I’ll let you know if there is progress.

PS I still regret not opening the original smoking hot brunette.  Sigh.