Day 87/360: Late Start and Low State

I find coupons for two pieces of chicken and two sides for free from KFC. I send them to Turbo and Drew and we have a delicious free meal. We intend to have many more!

The promoters came out tonight with us.

Upon entering the venue I opened two girls and one guy, horse girl. I engaged the group but didn’t run any other routines. I led the conversations, building rapport because they are from Canada and I’m going in a few weeks, telling them where to go, assigning them roles (they are the Canadian hacky sac champions). They were boring so I left to hit on some other girls.

I stood around for a while, not doing anything. Retarded.

Finally I forced myself to horse girl three girls. They were engaged but as soon as I was done their attention turned back to each other. It was difficult because I didn’t sit next to the horse girl because she had her purse there, so I had opened standing the whole time. I engaged the whole group, though. At one point I was shouting so loud I spit on the horse girl, haha. She didn’t seem to notice.

Most girls in the venue were talking to guys and tucked in hard-to-reach areas. I’m just justifying my pussiness.

Driver is talking to my first warm-up group. I join them and invite them to an afterparty. I get the Asian girl’s number.

We leave.

I see an okay black girl in the car. I slow down and wait for her to get out. Horse girl. Halfway though she asks me a question and I answer, then resume the opener. For some reason she thinks I screwed up my lines so she leaves. In retrospect this means my lines sounded too rehearsed. Still, I wasn’t warmed up so that’s the way it’s going to be.

I see five guys and girls in a circle on the street. Horse girl. The girl listens to my spiel, forgives me, and tells me to get away. Weird.

We run into the Canadians again. I high five one of the girls and continue walking. I wasn’t in a good mood.

We arrive at a bar that I never like being in. Too much seating, too many mixed groups, too many regulars, too many excuses. I don’t talk to anyone but Driver there.

We go back to House 2. I text the Canadian chick the address of the afterparty. She asks if the Patron’s chilled. I reply that it’s only chilled for cool people. She never responds and never shows up, as far as I know.

I don’t really care about the Canadians because I thought we could do better. But my night was off so we let go of the best interaction of the night. We should have showed them around, eventually walking them to House 2. I should have been more sexual with them, the interaction was pretty platonic, though I was easily dominating the conversation the whole time.

The only shit test failed was when I forgot the white Canadian chick’s name. I started spouting off guys’ names, but that didn’t win her over.