It's been a while since my last field report. My last one was on February 8th, 2009 which makes it 40 days since. There are two reasons why this is. The first is that work has put some pressure on, and I needed to spend some time in academic writing rather than creative writing. As a result my creative writing skills have somewhat stagnated.
I love writing field reports because they really test and develop my creative skills. Furthermore I love going to back to the days of yore when the chode was king, and seeing my development now as a great motivational boost.
The second reason is that I have been feeling like I haven't been achieving much results on a day-to-day basis. I feel like my FRs aren't going to be all that, because I am not developing much.
Then I think about the last couple of weeks.
And I consider cutting myself til I bleed. Because that's what I am. I am a whiny emo bitch.
It's like "Hey Anu. Look at that. You just pushed your comfort levels and achieved something you have never achieved in your life....but whatever...you don't need to write about it because your peers don't care cos they are pulling left, right and centre."
Yeah...they probably don't care. But then...why do I care that they care?
Alright...whateva....back into it now.
I can't talk about dates or places for this FR because I honestly don't remember them anymore. All I remember now are the awesome interactions.
So here are some sets that made it through:
University Day game
I go to a university. A veritable smorgasbord of opportunity consisting of nubile first years upto sexy postgrads. Whether it's 6am in the morning or 6pm at night, you will undoubtedly find atleast one of these girls in the "oh, look at me sipping my latte while prentending to read and be a studious nerd while really all I want to do is fuck" pose. Despite me knowing this is the case, I have been afear'd of approaching at university for a long time - 6 years to be exact. I'm not going to make excuses. There's no logical reason why I've been afraid. I just have.
Well, a couple of weeks ago I broke my university hymen, so to speak. Big thing for me. Girl was unresponsive. I was on top of the world. I approached with "Hey I don't usually do this, but I had to meet you". Realised this was a horrible opener. Why? Because I ALWAYS do this. It was a blatant lie. I felt elite incongruency.
But the best thing. Calibrated for the next one. Worked beautifully. This time my approach was: "Well now. I can't let you sit here all alone." She was moist (yeah, I can detect moistness, I'm a fucking human hygrometer). Responds with a smile and a "Thanks!". Fucked up in set though. Started going on about my age and other chode topics. She was first year. I was post grad. She was probably thinking "Man this guy is old." I was thinking "Man I want her to blow me."
Never, EVER mention your age in University sets (that little side note was for me).
Didn't do anymore uni sets after that cause of work and shit, but will continue to do so over the next few weeks.
This was fantastic. I was in a bar in a chode circle with friends. Hottie is standing to the side all alone. This girl was seriously looking for a fuck. I mean she was standing there all alone literally looking around for a guy to talk to her. Like "literally looking". No guy balls up and does it, so she simply leaves.
I say to myself "Fuck This!", break out of the chode circle into a sprint. A fucking sprint. She's already outside about 30 meters from the bar exit and I was like a fucking marathon runner, chasing after her, coming up on the side. Tap her on her shoulder and go "Oh man! I saw you inside the club and had to meet you." She was all giggly saying "Awww! Why didn't you meet me in the club." I told her "I don't know. I guess I was nervous."
Shit. Not a good answer.
She was like "Awww...that's so cute."
Fuck you. I'm not a fucking puppy.
I tried to number close but she was only in Australia for 3 days, so she was clearly looking for a root and not a boyfriend. Lesson learnt. Good set though. Did another out of comfort zone thing.
This was brief but mentioned here because it's of a sexual nature that was beyond my comfort zone. Girl at bar waiting for bartender. Waiting for a while. I turn to her and say "Well maybe if you showed a bit more cleavage he would come to you."
Never said this in my entire life.
She laughs, shoves her tits in my face (they were a decent pair) and says "How much more can I show?"
I wasn't expecting this response and didn't know how to counteract so I just laughed, took my drink and went off.
Goddamn it....should have motorboated.
- I am getting better at sexual playfulness, but I need to learn to stop making it such a big deal. I also need to turn it on much earlier in the interaction.
- I need to improve on the illogical conversation by practising in set and alone.
- I need to start going for group sets. I keep going for lone sets and only about 1 in 10 are actually alone there. The remaining are usually waiting for their boyfriends or something. Generally I keep plowing when they tell me this, but it almost always turns out to be true.