Day 84/360: We are Playboy Club VIPs

We sleep in all day. Nomad wakes me up to get lunch, then we pass out for another few hours. Pickup is exhausting!

While on the taxi line I see a blonde behind me. Horse girl, she forgives me. I am retarded and let it go.

We head to the Playboy club. We push our way to the front of the crowd. The door guy asks Nomad how many people are with him, and we are let in immediately. We stand on line to pay, then the door guy tells us to go straight to the elevator with fifteen girls. Driver apparently knew one of the girls so we bantered with the girls a bit. We roll into the Playboy club, for free, with an elevator full of chicks.

I need to warm up. I see an old couple. Horse girl. Not her, she’s from Jersey. I say we can never get alone, I’m from New York. We chat a little, then eject because it’s just a warm-up.

Two girls sitting next to each other. Horse girl. She heard it already, but I hold the frame and finish it. She says she heard it already, so I do sex last week. She hates that, so I do Oprah. She tells me to leave at this point so I do. It felt good to run all those openers. Nomad tells me he already horse girled them. We have a good laugh.

Nomad tells me the originator of the Rodman technique is here. It’s true! Dennis Rodman is here! I wanted to do the Rodman technique on him but he was just standing around the whole time. Oh well.

I see an older lady in blue with a guy. Horse girl. Not her but she’s old and with the dude so I eject.

Two girls by the bar, horse girl, they laugh and leave.

I see two girls and one guy. “Do you like horses?” The guy loudly interrupts, “No, she’s completely scared of them. Don’t even say the word, just say ‘the H word’.” I ignore him and continue, while he keeps interrupting again and again. I try to absurdify by saying, “I know, but I’m a complete douchebag.” At the end of the opener she didn’t understand at all, the guy had all the girls’ attention. Respect to the guy, I don’t get AMOGed often.

I walk around with Nomad, exploring the venue. We dance on the dance floor a bit, then Nomad’s friend tells us of a club that has a 50-1 ratio of girls to guys. We decide to leave as soon as Driver says bye to her friend. In the meantime we decide to offend as many girls as possible.

I see a private table with four hot blondes. I go to the most accessible one and do sex last week. She tells me her husband would not appreciate it, and starts poking me to leave. I laugh the whole way out.

Waiting for the elevator I see a bachelorette dancing with her friends. Sex last week. She says, “Maybe…” and I am stunned because I was expecting a blowout. Instead of stacking, I weakly say, “I’ve got to go,” and head to the elevator. The elevator is full so I missed my chance to fuck the bachelorette.

I am disappointed in my “let’s get blown out” mindset because I didn’t seize the opportunity when it appeared. We arrive but we can’t get in because of bullshit reasons. (We can’t get in even with Jenny McCarthy, because of our boots. What the fuck?) Eventually we get in because Nomad’s friend pulled some strings, but my state was affected.

We go upstairs and each have a shot. The music or the low state affected me, and I can’t approach.

I see Nomad talking to a blonde and a brunette. I remain in the vicinity in case he needs me and wants to pull me in, but he doesn’t. Eventually I join him. I chat with the blonde, who appears to be his target, but the brunette is cuter. I’m not sure who his target is anymore so I pull him aside and ask who his target is. He starts explaining his reasoning, so I cut him off and tell him to just tell me: blonde or brunette. He tells me the blonde. Okay, I immediately chat with the brunette. Smart tests, smart/hot/rich, tour guide, cold read that she’s a teacher (I am right). She gives me zero feedback. Okay maybe I’m overgaming. I share my identity, accuse her of being a naughty teacher and cold read that she’s a good girl on the outside but has naughty thoughts. Nope. Nothing. Meanwhile I am touching her back and playing with her hair. Conversationally everything is dead. I finally say something that causes her to leave. Oh well. I stay around for a while, in case she comes back and I need to wing again. She never comes back to talk to me but cockblocks Nomad indirectly.

I’m in terrible state. Nomad suggests I use “Did you grab my ass?” as an opener.

A girl passes me. Did you just grab my ass? She grabs my ass and I spank her, “Bad girl!” She leaves.

Another girl passes me. Did you just grab my ass? She doesn’t hear it and walks by.

Another girl passes me. Did you just grab my ass? “No.”

Girl at the bar. Sex last week. She can’t hear me and I don’t feel like repeating myself.

I go to the dance floor. Girls are looking at me and moving closer to me. I don’t know what to do and am too pussy to try anything.

Finally I high-five two fat chicks and dance with them a little.

We leave the club. A girl is sitting on a ledge with her shoes off. I tell her she must have her shoes on. She says her feet hurt. I offer a piggyback ride and try to pick her up. Her husband arrives.

We walk down the strip.

We see two girls sitting on a ledge and ask us for cigarettes. Nomad opens one, sitting next to her. I talk to the other a few seconds, then tell them to put away their stuff so I can sit between the girls. I’m physical with the girl. Three guys come by and start talking to my girl. I try to frame control but the guys have cigarettes. Once the guys give her a cigarette they’re out of the picture. (Lesson: don’t give girls what they want so easily.) A third girl joins us. The first two girls leave. The third girl makes out with Nomad, then with me, before she leaves.

I see a blonde and a brunette taking pictures. Horse girl to the brunette. I am really physical with her, even during the opener — I start by touching her shoulder, then midway I have my arm around her, and by the end I am whispering into her ear. I have an extreme sense of entitlement and truly feel like a 10 who gets used for sex all the time. I blow myself out of the water by mocking her too much, saying she’s a Valley girl because she’s from Orange County. Nomad engages the brunette so I switch to the blonde, who is hotter. (Nomad later tells me I’m a bastard.) I run the same extreme entitlement game on her, and she loves it. We hug and I go for the kiss but she dodges. The brunette sees the attempt and pulls the blonde away. Nomad goes for the brunette’s number while I go for the blonde’s number. The blonde refuses. Oh well.

Two girls playing slots. Nomad opens them, I wing him. I am still in the “I’m a 10″ mindset so I play with the girl’s hair a lot, I tell her to stop staring at my crotch (she’s sitting and refuses to stand up because her feet hurt, though I make her stand up once to prove she’s not a midget), and dominate her in various ways. I tell her I’m uneasy about her hands, I don’t want her to grab me, so I tell her to sit on her hands. She doesn’t comply. I try to isolate her but her friend freaks out. Nomad gets bored so we leave.

We arrive at our hotel. I see two girls playing slots. Nomad tells me to use the high-five opener, since I don’t have much experience with it. It works. I realize the girl I’m talking to has a wedding band so I lose interest. Yet when I talk to her cousin (a third girl who joined us later) she tries to get my attention, so I hop back to give her validation. Conversation goes nowhere and I am bored. We leave.

We take the elevator up to our room. Two girls open us but we’re retarded and don’t follow them to their rooms and fuck their brains out. Instead we go back to our own room and sit in the handjob chairs.

Tonight I realize how powerful presence can be. Presence can get us into clubs for free, it can get drunk girls (girls with no inhibitions) to tell us how sexy we are.

I truly felt like a 10, and that girls were using me for sex. I made girls prove themselves to me and pushed my touching and sexual talk pretty far. It blew me out, but I was never in the friend zone. Instead girls were in my friend zone.

I am still intimidated by loud clubs. I need to step up my physical game.