This past weekend Mad M (who will henceforth be called Misanthrope Mark) and I went out to celebrate our friend's 21st birthday. Neither one of us wanted to go initially - she's boo'ed up (we were both trying to fuck her) she lived really far away, and she was being awfully vague about what the plan was - but she said her hot friends would be there. We pulled up to her tiny, tiny apartment to pre-game an hour later.
People are responding more strongly to my presence.
Almost as soon as I walked in got a lot of compliments on how I was dressed, almost all of which came from the girls. I was wearing an African print shirt from Zara, unbuttoned to the bottom of my chest and tucked neatly into navy chinos, Birkenstocks, and a simple black ring with a gold chain wrapped around it. Bit of background: I live and go to school in a wealthy, upper-middle class area that's mostly white and Asian. Unfortunately there's hardly any black guys here, so I tend to stand out for better and worse. I've been making a point to dress slightly more feminine to leverage the "artsy" vibe that I apparently have whilst toning down the perceived aggressiveness associated with my blackness. Given the warm reception, I can confidently say it's working.
Anyhow, after about 30 minutes or so one of birthday girl's friends - let's call her Kitty - showed up. I had only met her once before, but Misanthrope Mark told me that she thought I was beautiful. Yet while she's attracted to me I knew I'd have some attainability issues to get over. The first and only time I met her we played a game of truth and dare, one dare which involved her bending over to let me smack her ass as hard as I could. We both happily obliged - she was literally giggling and smiling the whole way through - but the next day when it came up in a conversation between the girls I overheard from the bathroom, I heard her capping hard as fuck, saying "noooooo, I really didn't like that...." Thank god none of the other girls bothered to entertain this, I'm super paranoid about anything even remotely resembling an FRA... All in all though, she probably just felt slutty for taking the dare so gleefully in front of all of her friends, so I knew I had to keep this in mind moving forward.
I went up to talk to her, and given her vibe it was clear she was still into me and everything was chill. This was the first convo we had one on one, so I made sure to do some light deep diving. I kept mingling about, killing time and getting to know everyone. After like 3 hours, we finally headed out to the club.
This officially marked my first foray into nightgame / social circle game proper.
We walked in to the sound of hard, industrial type dubstep the likes of Excision. I’ve spent countless hours on SoundCloud listening to the most eclectic of genres, so I had already built up an ear for what naysayers have described as a “Decepticon and Autobot hate fuck”, but it still took me a while to adjust. But the crew I pulled up with wasn’t fucking with the music at all, so they all just wallflower'ed at the VIP table we were given. Understandable, since it’s a fairly niche taste. But I wasn't gonna just sit around, drink, and posture the entire night. Even though it wasn't my scene, I was gonna at least try to put myself out there. I peeked over the railing to look down at the crowd to see what I’d be in for. Clearly, there was no real expectation that people have any sort of rhythm whatsoever; if I wanted to dance all I had to do was thrash and headbang.
I made a solo mission straight to the dancefloor, but before I could even make my way down the stairs I got stopped by two supposedly straight guys, one after the other, who
both told that they’d fuck me if they were gay. I was all like thanks bro, I appreciate it, and kept it moving. I made the way to the front of the stage and placed myself squarely in the center of the moshpit where dudes were getting tossed around like dirty clothes in a washing machine. I jumped straight in and got sent flying. I swear I got like half a second of hang time... Everyone was so chill, though. The mosh was quite violent, yet without malice. A black guy picked me up and showed me how to brace my arms to keep thrashers at bay. Apparently he used to be a bouncer. Moshing was almost cathartic, much in the same way playfighting as a young boy was.
I could only be happily assaulted like this for so long, so I stepped outside the circle and back into the regular crowd. Like magic, a third of my group was there dancing besides me, and lo and behold Kitty was with them. I was greeted warmly, and we all danced together with the crowd. I noticed the guy she came with was dancing on her. And
also one of the other girls we were with. I wasn’t sure what their relationship was, but since they were comfortable with this dude, I assumed that a) he must be just a friend, and b) they'd probably be okay with me doing the same.
It took some time since it was so goddamned packed, but I finally eased my way next to her. I tested the waters, taking Kitty and the other girl's hand and dancing together with them, letting the moment rise and fade naturally. Since that went well, I decided to start escalating on Kitty. I eased my way behind her, slowly but surely. I made it there, but hesitated. This was the first time I'd ever try to dance on a girl. The usual anxieties kicked in - "what if she thinks I'm a creep, blah blah blah" - but I knew not making a move would be creepy in of itself. So I went in, putting my hands on her hip. Then met my hips with hers. I tried to match her rhythm so we were in sync. I drew out the moment, letting the tension and the music ramp up. She was comfortable, she was vibing, so I knew it was time to take charge.
Reveling in the opportunity to finally step into my element, I slid my hands to the front of her hips and pulled her into me. She was receptive, leaning her head into mine, which had I given a fuck about my height would’ve been slightly awkward as she was a bit taller than me. The primal energy of the rumbling basslines, rattling hi hats, dudes thrashing and shoving in the mosh, etc. lent itself perfectly to the sexual tension that was ramping up between us. I ran my hands over her body - from her hips, down to the sides of her thighs, back up to her midsection. Just feeling it out... Her friends were right next to her, so I wasn’t gonna escalate any further as not to make her look slutty (and by extension, feel slutty). This act was getting stale though, so I broke away from the group and made my way back up.
I milled about and wallflower'ed with my friends for about 15 to 20 minutes. Eventually Kitty came back up with us. She was talking to a guy for a bit, but he left her sitting alone to rest. So I sat in his place.
Her: “I’m tired, that was such a workout.”
Me: “Same.”
Me: ...
Me: “Wanna go again?”
Her: “Uh, I dunno..."
Persisting in my insistence, I told her “this will probably be the last time we get to do this this year. Let’s just go.” "Ok” she replied, nice and chipper. She walked behind me. I figured I should take her by the hand - a man must lead, after all - so I grabbed and let our fingers intertwine and lock. Pushed my way into the densely packed crowd with her in tow, making sure to do so with confidence and authority. When we made our way in, we picked up right where we left off. I escalated further, letting my hands journey all over her body, squeezing her tits and ass along the way. I was getting horny, and I let my instincts kick in my spinning her around so we'd be were face to face. Our foreheads were pressed together, she was smiling and giggling, and we were kissing before I knew it.
We made out like this for a while, me grabbing her ass, getting real intense, but friends came. I made my way off the dancefloor, and 10 minutes later the club would close. Everyone rode back separately back to birthday girl's place, and since Misanthrope Mark wanted to fuck this girl he'd been fucking on and off for the past few years, it was time to head back home (he was driving). Right before I left, Kitty asked for my number. I gave it to her, texted her the next day - "nice seeing you yesterday - XO" - but no response.
Not a lost cause by any means, I'm sure we'll pick up where we left off since we'll definitely see each other again.
What did you accomplish during this outing? How can you replicate these successes in the future?
I've never even attempted a
dance floor seduction (I hardly ever go out), nor have I really done much social circle game... I do daygame almost exclusively, for a variety of reasons that I'll explain in another post (none of which have to do with my unwillingness to do so, I fully acknowledge that I'll need to start
cross-gaming if I wanna be a well-rounded seducer). So I'm happy with the way things turned out tonight... seems like I do have the social chops to pull it off if I can find my way into the right scenes.
Where can you tell you can use some improvement? (something was wrong/off, you have a good idea of what it was)
I'm sure if you read this, you're probably wondering "why the fuck is this FR so long, for just one girl?" I know, I know... but it's a milestone event full of firsts for me, so I had to be as detailed as possible so I can come back to this and maybe learn something. Nevertheless,
I should've talked to more girls, even just one. It's not like there weren't cute girls there,
cute girls outside of my group. But to be honest, I was paralyzed by fear and ignorance. I had no idea what to do - everyone seemed to be locked to the group they came with, and no one was really socializing like that - or at least, I perceived it that way. Yet
there's no way I could really know unless I tried.
Was there anything about today’s events that you found particularly interesting or noteworthy?
Game is not a conscious thing. It can be abstracted into rational concepts of conscious thought, but the GOAL is to internalize a paradigm, to flip a switch and let you subconscious do the work. Basically, learning to trust your instinct, but choosing which instincts.
Whoever said that... yeah, he's right. There were a lot of firsts for me tonight, and one thing I noticed that I'm starting to trust and rely on my instincts rather than trying to intellectualize everything like I used to do.
