I tested my new earplugs tonight. They worked great, though they were uncomfortable at first. I had to insert them, take them out, clean them, and repeat several times before they were comfortable enough for me to forget about them. At first my projection was absolute shit, but I got used to them and learned to project despite hearing very little. It actually became more comfortable to project than normal, because there was no punishment to my ears for being in a loud environment.
It’s interesting that I first got the idea to protect my ears from studybass.com, and I’m applying what I learned to picking up girls. Once again my identity enhances pickup.
I went to a hotel bar, thinking I would see a promoter and her gang for their weekly DJ night. Unfortunately they weren’t there. I texted her and she replies with, “Who’s this?” Fucker.
When I first arrived , it was completely closed. I later went back and it was open but it was so lame. I talked to two tourists from Miami, but they were rather old and they excused themselves because they had just arrived and were tired.
I went to another bar. It had a performance by some rappers who I didn’t recognize. I didn’t approach anyone and approach anxiety was building up. I left because I didn’t feel I could approach anyone in a concert-like venue due to the noise.
I went to another bar. I was still completely sober and despite trying to have fun, I had AA. I realized that I was becoming dependent on alcohol to relax and be social. Or maybe I was just in a bad state due to all the walking. I rationalized that it’s better to drink a little to raise my state, then cut it off and ride the alcohol-induced state wave as usual. I had two rum & cokes.
I approached a bunch of sets. Nothing went anywhere, but I started getting into state and having more fun. I didn’t feel like approaching any of the girls, though, so instead I went to another bar.
I opened two girls with horse girl. They wanted to hear my story but were distracted by some guy giving them shots. As soon as I was done with horse girl they lost interest.
I actually wanted to open two other girls, but I used the first two as a warm up set. In fact, of the two I wanted to open, one looked like a stripper, but she was on the phone. I opened her friend with Psychologist. She responded with, “You don’t seem shy, you came to talk to us.” I told her it was because I had to to get over my shyness. She tries to get me to buy a drink but I say that that would only get rid of my money, not my shyness. They lost interest after that so I back-turned them. In retrospect I should have called her out for trying to squeeze money out of me the moment we met. But I guess that’s what strippers are trained to do.
Overall a good night. I have to work on overcoming AA without alcohol, or maybe warming up earlier would have worked as well. I think I’ve gotten used to the earplugs by now so they shouldn’t be affect my state anymore. And now I can go to clubs and not worry about hearing impairment!
I went to an 80s club tonight. There was a decent amount of people there but the quality wasn’t very high. That’s okay, I still had fun. I opened pretty much every attractive girl there.
A self-proclaimed trisexual kept hitting on me and forgetting he already said those things to me. Eventually he wanted my number but I dodged the topic and blew him out several times. Poor guy.
My projection needed work tonight, especially as the night went on and the music got louder. I practiced mirroring interest levels again.
One girl got hooked pretty well tonight. She reminds me of Hell Girl, the way she was so giggly and happy that I talked to her. I befriended most of her friends. I spanked her and talked about sexual topics with her but didn’t get to know her as well as I should have. It was a loud club and it was hard to chat. Nonetheless, I should have pulled her upstairs where there is seating. I also forgot to save her name when I called her.
I had fun with two black chicks tonight, dancing with them, accusing them of stalking me, et cetera. They are great state builders!
I saw a stage and danced there a few times. I like the attention. =)
Solo gaming worked out pretty well. I think my solo game has gotten really good, in that I don’t get massive anxiety anymore, and I’m constantly having fun, socializing, or whatever.
It feels good to be going out night after night again!
Since Dylan and Mr. S are both sick, I’m trying to be strict about my raw food diet. I had a double shot of wheatgrass, fresh squeezed orange juice, and a green smoothie (apples, lettuce, maca). The wheatgrass didn’t make me nauseous today, which I guess means my body is getting cleaner and stronger. I can’t wait for the farmers market tomorrow, I want some ripe peaches and other fruit!
Nobody went out with me today. Sad, it was pretty good tonight. If you’re into black chicks. Poker Face said he would come but a girl was over. His loss!
I opened a bunch of girls, stuff wasn’t really hooking. Projection issues? Dunno.
I met a booking agent, and her client. She seemed interested in booking me, until she found out I had only been playing bass for two months, haha. But we still had a fun time, I accused her of stalking me, and she had her hands all over me. The client was very beta, haha. Oh well, that’s how it goes.
I met a slightly chubby black chick. She’s fun, driven, and very nice. She works at a law firm and also does part time makeup. I didn’t run too many routines, just 8 girlfriends. I mostly did cocky funny, role playing a little here and there, and got her to talk about herself a lot, reciprocating with my own life stories, and kino. I’m definitely not in the friend zone. I went for the kiss but she wouldn’t have it, possibly because her friends were around, possibly because she was black (according to Brad and Jake). Whatever, she’s pretty into me, invited me to a bunch of places. We talked a lot. I spent a lot of time with her because she’s a cool girl and because I need to work more on building comfort, another term for being genuine and getting to know the girl. I was pretty focused on mirroring interest throughout the interaction. It feels good to have connections with girls.
I met this guy near the end of the night. He’s a cool dude, though he’s married. We talked about bitches and life in general. From Ohio, lived in LA for a year, first time he’s been out since he arrived. Wow.
I didn’t pull any girls, I didn’t get a make-out, I didn’t even approach that many girls. But I got a solid number and had long conversations with two potential friends.
After working on my pickup skills for so long, my social skills are finally improving.
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