Day 15/360: College Frat Bar

My foot still hurt, so I did not go with the guys to do day game. Instead I took a glorious nap.

We went to a college frat bar. Lots of hot girls, about a 1:1 ratio. Pretty good!

To warm up, I horse girled a fat chick. She didn’t like it at all. Apologized, bye-bye.

I saw four girls standing in a chode crystal. Horse girl, smart tests. Something went awry but I forget what. I ejected.

Two girls standing right under the speaker. Finished horse girl, her friend pulled her away. I always like doing these occasionally, to gauge my projection.

I talked to a hot blonde and brunette, horse girl, smart tests. I don’t think I made it up to smart/hot/rich when they said they had to get drinks.

Saw an Asian girl by the bathroom. Horse girl, whatever song, smart tests. Some guy came by, stood right next to her, looking very stern. I introduced myself, he doesn’t. Trying to see if he’s the boyfriend, I said they made a cute couple, and asked how long they’ve been together. He expressionlessly said, “A long time.” Don’t know what to make of him, but whatever. He tried to pull her away, saying that he wants to go upstairs. She said she didn’t, haha! Psychic routine, I guessed she’s from Idaho, she’s cracking up and saying no, I said I bet she ate a lot of potatoes, she’s cracking up. I asked the guy if she ate a lot of potatoes, he responded expressionlessly, “No.” Okay, so anyway I guess she’s not the weird horse girl. I left. Later on I saw him with his arm around the girl. I’m glad I didn’t get into any fights or anything, but he was definitely not pleased with me.

I saw a tall girl in a blue dress. Horse girl, it wasn’t her. Her friends pulled her away or I ejected, I forget. Anyway, later on I saw her again. I went up to her, and said, “Hey it’s you!” She immediately said, “No, I’m not the horse girl!” I responded, “I know. I just wanted to say hi.” She immediately became a lot nicer. I chatted mundane stuff with her. Her friend said she needed to go to the bathroom with her, and walked away. The girl just stood there with me, ignoring her friend, which was surprising considering the topics we were talking about. We kept talking, I practiced being authoritative. A minute later her friend came back and apologized to me and pulled her away. In retrospect, I should have befriended the friends.

As I was squeezing through the crowd of people, two girls on separate occasions complimented my hair. When the bar was emptying out, I ran into one of them again. We hugged. I apologized for my shitty conversation because my foot was busted, but that she seemed kinda cool and we should hang out sometime. I tried to go for the number but she said her boyfriend would kill her. I said it’s okay, we can be discreet. She cracked up but said no, sorry.

Nomad was talking to two girls by the bathroom. I went in, did you see Jessica. He pulled me in, I chatted with the friend. Psychic routine, I guessed she was from Idaho, she said she’s from the south, so I did reckon/yonder, eat shit. She loved it, but Nomad’s girl suddenly had to go. Oh well. I got more practice doing these routines, they are becoming more natural to me.

At this point, my foot started hurting so I stopped walking. I just sat for about two hours, amusing myself by critiquing everyone’s fashion in my head.

I was waiting for Nomad to pick me up in his ambulance. I saw a girl sitting by herself, horse girl. She liked it, but when I asked if she were smart she said no. So I did the whatever song, which she liked. Then I tried to go into smart/hot/rich, but I delivered it very poorly, asking her what redeeming qualities she had. I knew I shouldn’t have said it, but too late. She said she had none. I said she shouldn’t be so hard on herself. I introduced myself, she told me her name, cat routine. We pinky swore that she would bring a lint brush the next time she came over. I tried to thumb wrestle her but she said she’s not good at it and let go. Conversation died. She left to look for her friends.

Overall a good night. If only my foot were better, I could have talked to more girls. Some of the girls I talked to I should not have ejected. Actually, make that all girls. My most successful set was the Asian girl; too bad her boyfriend was there. He was probably intimidated because I was taller, more stylish, and his girl and I were both Asian. And he probably hasn’t made her laugh like that in months, haha.