2009-02-17 – Solo at hipster club

Everybody’s sick, tired, or out of state, so I’m going alone. This time I was actually looking forward to it. I tried to go to the classy, intimate club but it was closed, just like last week. Oh well, back to the hipster club.

The place was desolate. I can’t believe I actually paid $10 to get in. Oh well, might as well make the best of it.

Saw a girl at the end of the bar, horse girl. Midway through a guy comes by. I finish, eject.

I sat around, waiting for the crowd to pick up. There were two more groups of people but I didn’t go because I was worried about whether others would see me. Stupid, I know. I don’t think my state was going down, really, it was just maintaining its medium level. Eventually there were enough people on the dance floor, so I went into the middle and started dancing. After about 20 minutes I felt pretty good!

There was a girl who looked identical to my oneitis from five years ago. I saw her earlier in the night but didn’t approach because I was a pussy. Now my state is up, I went straight to her, horse girl. Midway through she doesn’t like it, goes back to her friends. The guy in the group confronts me, asking what I said, I told him an abbreviated version, which disarmed him immediately. We then introduced ourselves and agreed that girls were weird.

Two girls, one guy. Looked like one was a couple, opened the other, hotter one. Horse girl, didn’t like it, bye.

Saw a girl sitting by herself on the couch, horse girl, smart tests, smart/hot/rich, 8 girlfriends, drafted her as my tour guide, leading to identity stories. She had a boyfriend but she didn’t leave, and I didn’t feel like talking to any other girls so I stayed. Eventually her friends pull her away.

Hot from the dancing, I went to the smoke room. Four girls whom I am pretty sure were lesbians sat next to me. I went situational, chatted a bit. We were very touchy-feely, but eventually her friends went to dance and pulled her away.

I saw an Asian girl sitting by herself. I didn’t think she was part of my oneitis-lookalike’s group, so I did horse girl, tour guide, identity stories. Her friend came by and chatted with her, whom I knew was a part of the oneitis-lookalike’s group. Oh well. Got her number for an afterparty. Coincidentally, the girl has the same name as my oneitis.

1:30, nobody new is coming up. Sick of the people, I left.

I saw two girls on the street. Tried to Rodman them, horse girl. They split up and walked around me. I continued horse girl, following them. I finished, she said it’s not her, accelerates away.

I went to another bar. I saw a girl sitting by herself. I thought she might be a waitress at the place, but whatever. Horse girl. Completely unresponsive. Then she walks up to a big guy and starts whispering in his ear. I thought, he might be kicking my ass soon, there’s little chance of recovery with this girl, and no other girls to talk to at the bar. I left.

Going solo is interesting. I learned that a good way to up my state is to dance. It prevents me from just standing around looking creepy as well. Most of the places I go to are clubs anyway so it should be a good tactic for me.

Oh, tonight I saw two hot Asian girls making out hardcore. There goes the theory that there will always be a butch lesbian in a couple!