Day 21/360: Dead Night Ends with Dead Guy

So my monthly visitor came early tonight. Brad and I chatted, and apparently my wings were talking shit about me. About how I had winged and helped them all out. Ugh, I know, guys, I need to approach more! =P

I discussed my current status with Brad and Jake, saying that I’ve been still ejecting early sometimes but mostly I’ve gotten better at it. I’ve been using my standard stack a lot, and once I get through it, I freestyle it and pick routines as the situation calls for them. Brad said that he does that too, but I said that I haven’t been learning new routines because I put the new routines near the end of the stack. He told me I should do them right after the opener, even if it’s scary. I’ll work on it.

I’m very scared of the phone, so Brad told me to call girls every two days to get over it.

I told Brad I think my identity is a bit frail, but Dylan thinks I have some cool stuff and told me to work on some identity stories with lots of hooks like he has. Brad agreed.

Brad also suggested I walk around the local bars around the house, because there is a lot of traffic there.

Okay, monthly visitor gone.

I went solo tonight. I walked to a club with a good mix of classy people, supposedly. I got in with the promoter’s help, but it was pretty empty inside as well. New environment, all alone, I felt as though everyone was watching me. I got a glass of water.

I saw a girl looking in my direction a few times. I walked straight up to her, sat down next to her, her friend, and a dude. Horse girl, palm reading, tour guide, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. We engaged in normal conversation a bit. I introduced myself to the girl and guy. The guy left, and briefly Matador sat next to the other girl, chatted with her for a few seconds, then ejected. Meanwhile the girls started chatting with each other and I was losing their attention. I tried to engage the other girl with Cosmo quiz, but after one question they had to go to the bathroom.

Three girls were at a table near the door. I engaged the whole group with horse girl, but then concentrated on one girl with smart tests, smart/hot/rich. Some dude came in and talked to another girl, who then pulled the other girls to go to a dance club with the guy.

I saw a group of Asians, some were dancing and others were standing. I went up to one who was standing, horse girl. She didn’t take very well to it, so I said, “Well this is awkward,” and introduced myself. Tour guide, they are not from around here. A friend told me she’s married, and her husband is right here, pointing to a very serious looking Asian dude staring deep into my soul. I said alright, I’m just trying to find out some cool hot spots around here. I chatted some more, but eventually left.

I walked the streets. I found two girls near the door of a bar, horse girl. They seemed to enjoy being hit on, so I continued with smart tests. Then they started ignoring me and started reading a magazine instead. I ejected.

I went into a local bar and saw no girls except for two at the bar. Horse girl, they said they were from Denver, the friend was visiting. The prettier one was chatting with the bartender, so I chatted with the friend a little. The friend then hugged the other girl in a way that backturned me, but I wasn’t sure if it was to lock me out or not, so I stayed. Once they were done, I tried running smart tests, but the friend told me they just wanted to chat with each other, so I left.

There was nothing else out, so I drove to look for other bars, hoping to find some girls on the streets. There were lots of girls but then my anxiety returned and I didn’t talk to anyone. I saw Matador and Brian on the streets. Brian and his Asian friend looked at me funny as I passed by. I also ran into my monthly visitor.

Then I ran into a dead guy. There was a big fire truck and some guy lying lifelessly on the ground. I was no longer in the mood to look for girls.

Good things: I went out solo tonight, my foot seems to be getting better. I approached everything I could near my house, and if not for the dead guy I probably could have recovered my state and chatted up some girls on the street. I also outlasted Matador.