Day 51/360: Low State Start, High State End

We went to the supermarket to get food for the BBQ tomorrow.

149. C>5: Saw a girl looking at flowers outside. Horse girl, cat, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. She said, “So this whole horse story was just a pickup line?” I said, “Yeah, it’s the best pickup line in the world, it got me laid 300 times last week!” She said she had a boyfriend, so I continued with 8 girlfriends. She wasn’t having it and left.

150. B: Saw a girl in a tiny skirt at the wine section. Went to her, horse girl. Completely nonreactive. I was unprepared to talk to a statue, so I ejected. Of course that was not what I should have done.

We went to a college frat bar. Nomad and Mr. S talked to the girls next to our table for about an hour. What was I doing? Moping around, of course.

After an hour of anxiety I left the venue and walked around the streets. There was nothing there. I texted the guys to let them know I wasn’t kidnapped.

151. C<5: I asked two girls on the street where I could find cotton candy. They didn't know.

152. C<5: I asked a guy and a girl on the street where I could find cotton candy. They suggested around the corner.

Mr. S and Nomad texted me to come back. Since there was nothing else around the area, I returned.

153. B: A girl tried to walk past me to the bar. Sex last week. She said it was an awful pickup line and walked right by.

154. C>5: Two girls were standing by the bar. Horse girl, cat, smart tests. She said she wasn’t smart, so I said I love dumb girls because they have low self esteem. Dumb/hot/rich. Nomad came in to wing me. The girl said we were crowding them, so I absurdified, “Yeah, there’s a huge overpopulation problem.” She then said there was plenty of space behind us, so I said, “I like this tile. It’s my favorite tile in the whole bar.” She walked out, but her friend was still talking to Nomad, so I started talking to her friend as well, ignoring her. After a while she pulled her friend to the bathroom, and I told her to pee extra for me.

155. B: A girl Nomad previously talked to went to the bar. He said they didn’t like him when he did the quality control opener, but I wasn’t sure if the associated me with him. I decided that this was all creative avoidance, so I went in. Horse girl, cat, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. She gave me courtesy responses, but was very busy paying for her drinks and getting the fuck away from me. Oh well!

156. C<5: After that blowout I immediately found another girl to talk to. I don't remember anything about it, except I did this all while the previous girl stared at me making this girl crack up the whole time. I don't even remember how it ended. Oh well.

I was pissed off at myself. There were a instructors from other companies at the bar tonight and I felt like a failure for being afraid. As a Brad P. student, I should be fearless. What the fuck?

157. C<5: I saw two girls sitting on a small ledge. I was afraid of going in because they were talking to two guys. I was afraid of tripping while going up to them because I often trip when climbing oddly shaped steps. I decided that my fear was well founded, but that shouldn't prevent me from approaching. I went in, stood on one leg while the other was on the couch. Awkward positioning but it got me close enough to the girl. Sex last week. All her friends stared at me the whole time. She said it wasn't her, that her boyfriend was right there, just as he arrived. I turned to him, introduced myself, apologized and said I thought I had sex with his girlfriend last week. He said it's okay, and I left.

158. C>5: I saw Nomad with a big group of guys and girls. I winged him a little, befriended most of the friends. We chatted nonsense for a few minutes and moved to a table with them. Nomad didn’t sit down, so I assumed he wanted to leave. I excused myself and confirmed it, then left with him.

159. C<5: Mr. S said he was blown out a few times with horse girl and was losing faith in it, so I went up to a blonde and horse girled her. Cat, smart tests, smart/hot/rich. In the middle, a tiny girl came up to me and gave me a shot of something. I ignored the blonde and gave all my attention to the tiny girl.

160. C<5: The tiny girl was a hostess at the bar. We chatted for a few minutes, ignoring the blonde. I should have merged the two, but I was unprepared for another girl interrupting my conversation. Her coworker grabbed her and she left after a few minutes. I didn't resume my conversation with the blonde.

161. C>5: Nomad was talking to three girls, so I winged him. I wasn’t sure which was his target, so I chatted up the fat one. I didn’t want to repeat routines so I practiced identity hooks. They worked well. I also did palm reading, which also went well. She asked me if I charged money for the palm reading, which I absurdified with, “Girl, you can’t afford me.” Eventually Nomad left the group so I left her, saying I had something important to tell him. I pulled him to a corner out of their sight, then told him, “I don’t want to talk to the fat chick anymore.” He said, “That’s it?” I said, “Yeah.” Then he went on to approach more girls.

162. C<5: I winged Nomad for another fat chick. Conversation was dry, but I threw a bunch of compliments. Nomad challenged the girl to an arm wrestling match. The friend tried to help the girl out, but I helped Nomad out and we won. The mood instantly turned to shit. "You were supposed to let the girl win!", the fat one whined. They left soon after.

163. C>5 E: I was tired of the loud music preventing me from talking. I was also aware that I was still uncomfortable dominating girls on the dance floor. So I went to the dance floor. I found two circles of girls. While deciding which one to pounce into, one girl was cut off from her group by a train of people. I told her, “You’re never getting back to your friends. You’re mine now.” She agreed, and started dancing with me. I spanked her, spun her, dipped her, and went for a kiss a few times. I told her to undo her pony tail, then grabbed a fistful of hair and went for the kiss, but she still avoided it. After three songs I told her I’m hot and suggested a walk. We chatted in quieter areas, where I ran smart tests, smart/hot/rich, 8 girlfriends. She agreed to be my girlfriend #9. I invited her to the BBQ but only got her e-mail because her phone was lost. I was proud of doing dance floor game.

Tonight I started off with shitty state but things picked up. It sucks that this still affects me, but at least it didn’t ruin my whole night. I tried dance floor game, though I didn’t execute Brad’s technique. I also dealt with a few shit tests pretty well; usually I wind up agreeing instead of absurdifying. Tomorrow’s the BBQ, looking forward to that!

B: 3
C<5: 7
C>5: 5
E: 1