FR: Persistence and Turning Your Night Around

I’m posting up this report because it shows that an absolutley shit night can be turned aronud no worries. There is no excuse for submitting to the downward spiral. It also shows some serious persistence to the point where the girl was physically trying to pull away from me.

By building up the night so much, having a 2 hour nap and a red bull, I accidentally drummed up a stupidly hyperactive state.

Doesn’t matter, we explode the fuck up anyway. We walk past the biggest line we have yet, the bouncers look at us for a split second, and we walk straight in. Waiting is for the non glorious.

The latest craze is telling girls exactly what you’re doing to them.

“Hi, I have to talk to the first girl I see. Thats you!”
“This is what we call the claw. You are being clawed.”
“Oi! Reject me as hard as you can to blow my ego to pieces for the rest of the night!”
“We are lording the club, and I am going to suck you in.”

Kinda funny, since it doesn’t matter what the hell you say.

The lot of us decide we’d rather pretend to be chodes and start marching around the city looking for ‘better venues’. Never mind the horde of hotties at the place we just left.

A few bounces later we end up back there. We line up.

Non glorious we have become.

More choding…..

FUCK this. If anything tonight, the aim is to turn this bullshit around into a happy state.

I chat to some dudes who look sad, and absolutely pump their night. Semi-social circle chats. Random bar chats. Whats that? Oh yes, I’ve cracked a smile. Time to shine.

A tanned bombshell waits for me to squeeze past her through the crowd, looks up with perfect blowjob eyes and smiles. My arms have already grabbed her shoulders and squared her up to me. How did that happen?

“Whoa, shit. I’m not letting you go past without saying Hi, you’re adorable.” Dammit this is starting to feel routine.

Insta sparkle motion. My 8 ball is being gay again, so chodeversation occurs. Fuck that.

“You’re my girlfriend for the night”
“Oi, I wanna dance”

I grab her hand and lead her through the intense crowd to the dance floor.

She’s the perfect grinder. My god. I grab her cheeks for a slow level 1 makeout. But wait what? A friend comes in and won’t go away. Fuck. Keep smiling, pull her in for three way grind. She loves it, friend conquered. She still isn’t leaving though.

“Oi, bar!”

I get some water and chat to the friend. I turn back and some dude is up on the girl. The orbiter kind. I run into K and they all trail off, whatever.

…….

After half an hour of more random chats and disgusting verbals I see her again near the dance floor. This time there’s at least 5 friends. Fuck it. Lift and spin (absolute golden). Cheers from all the friends, so I dance with all of them and they are laughing and cheering and loving it. She has run away again, fuck!

…….

Later on just walking around, there she is! Claw. Smiles from both of us.

“I have to go!”

She tries to leave and I pull her back. Tug o’ war. Fuck it, I guess it’s a loss. Even Kimball indicates so.

As I let go of the girl and walk to him:

“Oi dude whoa, turn around.”

SeppoGirl looks like a deer in the headlights. She’s frozen in the exact pose I let her go in, staring at us. Wtf.

“Chase that shit!”

Chase down occurs. Some dude starts talking to her, sees me coming and runs away. ??

She keeps trying to leave, but I keep pulling back. Absolute tug of war style persistance. I don’t think I’ve EVER pushed this hard. She’s completely sparkle motion but being so flighty.

*IMPORTANT – I could tell that this girl was into me. All her friends were practically my cheerleaders. This is why I kept going. Don’t go physically assaulting girls because it’s what it sounds like I did here. That’s creepy.

“I reaaaally have to go, but take my number”
“Righto”
“Call me!”
“Will do”

I shrug it off as a courtesy on her part, and then this, over text:

Stay out of trouble u brat. Pyro
You’re the cutest australian I’ve met. Hit me up sometime

My persistance, or cause I’m sexy as fuck? Gawd, I wanna wreck that chick.

Night turned around? I’d like to think so. Fuck this downward spiral bullshit, there is no excuse.

This might not sound like a big night in the way of results, but I went on to hook up with her the next night and take her home the night after that. But thats for another post.

Anything can happen. Just go for it. I don’t care how shit you are feeling.

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