FR: Homecoming

[Rince]

A Field Report.

I left my room at 8 something and I was going to drive down to the LA, but then I started coming up with excuses. “You’re wasting too much gas, why don’t you just head over to your friends house, you’re scared, nothing goods going to happen tonight, don’t waste your money.” As you can see some of them are illogical, but they did convince me. I called up the rest of the magic nuggets and told them that I wasn’t going to come out. They tried to urge me out and we left on an iffy note. I don’t think they expected me to go out. For a moment, I thought long and hard. I decided that if I went out I could only improve. I started the drive.


I was actually supposed to start soloing, but today I was afraid and wanted to stay in my comfort zone one last time. In the club, I started approaching. I realized that my game has gone downhill, but I see it as an opportunity to make a bigger comeback.

I talk to some chicks, but I don’t stick in. I approach 3 girls inside and the fatties love me, but I still leave. (I think I’m on to something.) There is a girl with a fannish hairstyle and I give her a high five for that. I talk with her and her gay friend, but I don’t push it. I tell Vegas (who I just met on Friday) that I am going to approach 10 sets in the next 20 min.

There’s a group of five people and I go talk to them. The girls are really receptive, but the guy looks like he is dead inside. It’s either that or he is really angry that I’m talking to his girl. I say hi to my friend Matt and peace it.

Sirslick and I go into the club. I pass up a lot of chicks, but I see a huge bunch of girls sitting on the couches in the corner. I tell Slick what were gonna do and were off.

We say, “Hi” and we start doing some gay dancing just for the fun of it. They are stone cold. I sit down in between Slick and a fatty. I try to address the entire group, but they’re all acting like ice princesses. Slick is talking to a chick behind me and I feel like I should leave, but I stay for my own improvement. I talk, but get ignored. Okay, it’s on!!!! I play staring game. I just sit quietly and look at the girls. One hot chick, locks eyes. Time to do something fantastic. I do the eyebrow raise and give her a forced smile. (It’s better nothing) She just stares and looks away. I keep up the game for a minute more, but the hot chick walks off and takes her friends with her. Slick and I talk he says that since I was blocking the vision between the group and him and his target, it was as if they were in isolation together. I didn’t plan that out. And so, I gave myself the Bronze Wing Medal of Honor for that night.

I talked to Vegas again and I didn’t do 10 sets in 20 minutes; it was more like 2. I’m cool with that, I know can do better. D and I used to do 10 in 10 minutes.

Time for some unnecessary choding. After the choding intermission, I see an emo girl standing alone. She isn’t super cute, but she IS EMO. I go talk to her. She turns out to be very receptive. I don’t hold her focus the entire time, but I enjoy the conversation. Well, emo girl plays the guitar, but more importantly she likes Meg&Dia. I go into a huge spiel about my unhealthy infatuation with that band and then I tell her about my keyboard. I got a keyboard for Christmas and I just started taking lessons. Keyboard and some of the other hobbies that I have taken up really put meaning into my life. I am no longer that dude who only has pickup going for him. Now that I am entertaining my inner artist, I feel a lot better about my life. Back to the FR. We get into this miniscule debate about how Chopin’s name is really pronounced, but I feel the interaction dying and so I eject to re-approach later. Even when I was doing this I realized I was making a mistake. I should have gotten her number. I never see her again and now I have one other story to put on my mountainous pile of reasons to number close.

I wing, Vegas and I’m not tooting my horn when I say that I did as superb job. I learned a little bit of Portuguese which I forgot the next morning. While I’m winging some dude goes to game the obstacle and I am FREE!!! This interaction gave me some corporeal proof that my game hasn’t fallen that far.

I talk to some Japanese chicks and they are pretty difficult to communicate with. One of them is from Tokyo and she is sort of full of herself. She keeps telling me that, “I can cook anything, I cook every night!! I live alone!” Mind you this isn’t in a qualifying way. I stuck in and I learned some cool things. Roppongi district is where all the Japanese night life is in Tokyo.

I walk back to my car alone because I want to wake up early.


Things I did good.

• I kept in a set past the point of awkwardness
• I enjoyed some of my conversations
• I learned some Portuguese and stuff about Japan.


Things want to work on or be mindful of.

• I’m going work on perservering and staying in as long as possible.
• Start approaching without the fear of my social value being lowered.
• Close (Something that my friend Elliot said, “Ask yourself, ‘Do you want to see her again?’ if so then close.”