Day 74/360: “It’s the Newest Pickup Line in the World!”

We went to Hell night, the monthly goth party. I again did my state lowering exercise but again I didn’t feel any anxiety approaching. I felt very unmotivated because everyone there was fat and ugly.

Scientology girl crossing the street toward me. Sex last week. It wasn’t her, she’s been married for ten years.

Girl with purple hair buying stuff. Sex last week. It isn’t her, says she has a boyfriend, but I continue talking to her. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich. She’s friendly. I get bored of her so I leave.

Saw a girl standing by herself. Opened, smart tests. I ask two hard questions, each followed by an easier question because she failed them. She tried hard to impress me so attraction was high. Then I fucked up and followed up with smart/hot/rich out of habit. She was taken aback. I tried to recover by saying it was a joke, then chatted normal stuff. After a few minutes she said she had to smoke and ran off.

Girl with the side of her head buzzed. She seems to recognize me but it’s really loud and I don’t hear a word she’s saying. Sex last week. She digs into her purse and gives me her MySpace. I wipe it with my ass and throw it out.

Hot girl walking through the crowd, sex last week, walked right by me.

Short blonde girl, sex last week, wasn’t her, walked away. Later reopened with sex last week again. I couldn’t hear most of what she said and she eventually left.

Nearly naked tall black girl with black lipstick. Sex last week. Not her, walks away.

I stand in the middle of the smoking area for a few minutes to lower my state. Feeling shitty, I go talk to a tall girl with an eye patch, who is with a girl and a guy. Situational about her eye patch, then we continue chatting. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich. I touch her more after she jumps through my hoops. I introduce myself to the friends. The guy blows up the set or something and the friend pulls my girl away. Now I’m left with the guy. Great.

I see a cute girl with a guy and a girl. Horse girl, regular conversation. Tour guide. She’s a lesbian and the girl is her girlfriend. Secret spots of the vagina. I decide that these lesbians are mine. I’m not going to fuck them, I’m just going to blow out the guy. I start talking to the two of them about sex, which made the other guy uncomfortable. The girls play along. Eventually he leaves and I’m bored with them so I leave too.

I avoid Hell Girl all night. Eventually her friends catch me so I say hi but immediately need to go to the bathroom. Sorry, I’m a 10.

I’m bored of Hell Night. Nomad and I leave.

We see a door girl. Nomad starts walking toward her but I am closer. Sex last week. It wasn’t her. She’s not into it. The bouncer takes a few steps toward me. I leave before he punches me in the face.

Nomad opens a walking group of three girls and one guy on the street as I stand in front and try to slow them down by walking slowly in front of them. We all go into a bar. I occupy the guy a little but he ditches me to talk to the girls. The obstacles all go to the bar, leaving Nomad with the girl. I stand between Nomad and the obstacles to intercept them if they come back. Eventually Nomad finishes and asks me if I want to go.

While I was standing guard I saw a blonde and brunette on the dance floor. I go to them and as I’m about to open the blonde, she recognizes me. Apparently I opened her a few days ago but I don’t remember her at all. I befriend the brunette but I can already tell the brunette’s friendlier than the blonde. Nomad wings me. I run smart tests on the brunette, then call her a dork and the blonde a party girl. The brunette denies it, so I switch it up but she denies it again. I say one of them has to be a party girl, otherwise they wouldn’t be at a bar. She says they are with two other girls. The two girls join us, a hot secretary and a redhead. I befriend them as well, telling them they must be the party girls. I name the hot secretary Hurricane Katrina. The blonde wasn’t having being hit on by guys so she pulls them all to the dance floor. I tell Nomad what I heard from Jake, that four girls means they are out together and there is going to be no cock involved, now matter how ridiculously good looking the two guys. I give up instead of trying to work it because I’m a lazy bastard. Of course I would have learned more had I tried.

I see an Asian chick at the bar. Sex last week. She walks away.

As we leave, a short brunette opens me. I get the sense she’s down for fun so I follow up with sex last week. I was right — she loves it. I immediately tell her I’m leaving, and that if we keep talking it’ll turn into another one night stand and I’m looking for something more substantial, so give me her number and we’ll make it a regular thing. I get it and I leave.

On our way back to the car we see the Scientology girl again. I accuse her of stalking me. She says she’s been working here 13 years. I accuse her of preemptively stalking me, then act impressed and say she’s good. As she walks away she asks if that’s a new pickup line, to which I absurdify, “It’s the newest pickup line in the world!” Nomad and I crack up the rest of the way home.

Tonight was pretty boring. I tried to lower my state and approach. I don’t know if I achieved the state lowering part, but I didn’t have trouble approaching. The only problem was that the girls were all fat and ugly. It’s usually a form of creative avoidance but I don’t think that’s the case tonight.

I’m doing things to experiment and entertain myself. I’m getting bored in the field, which to me means I am not anxious. I’m handling groups, I hit on lesbians to blow out the guy, I try lowering state, I calibrate. The only thing I still lack is drive.