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December 7th, 2016
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I am fucking back!
 
Intro:
I spent almost a year overseas.  I am done!!  I am fucking excited. Now it is time for me to get back into the swing of things. Time to become social again and now that I have the opportunity to meet women ( I was on a base in the middle of taliban country with no women WHATSOEVER! ) its time to meet, greet, and skeet.


Friday night, the first night out in almost a year!

First night that I go out in a very long time. I must admit I was afraid that I would be rusty and totally fucking socially inept. It starts off normal enough, my friends texting me where I want to meet up so I give them the info and after a short nap its time for me to roll out. I have a bad cold going on but I'll be damned if that slows me down.

Walk in the bar and chill with the friends for a bit. I go to the bar to order a couple of vodka redbulls and this cute brunette opens me as I am ordering.

HB: Are those both for you?! (smiling)
Me: Fuck yeah!!! I am double fisting it tonight!
HB: Hahaha (turns to her friend) This guy is double fisting, he knows how to party
HB: Where are you from?
Me: Southern California originally right by Magic Mountain blah blah blah
HB: Thats cool, I been there before.
HB: Are you going to college?

The interview questions were starting to bore me and honestly I should have tried pulling this chick because it was AWN. But I totally pussed out and once the drinks came I sort of ignored her and started to get the party started with my homies. In reality I was nervous... it has been so long since I was in a 'set' and I was just happy to be chatting up a gal. How gay is that?! Haha, fuck it.

The night is progressing and my friends and I are starting to get loud and roudy. One of my buds starts hitting on a 2 set the walked in and my other friend is getting SUPER fucked up. Next thing I know he gets kicked out and is outside in the 17 degree cold laying on the ground... passed out. FUCK! I help him up, trip and I drop him and he hits his head. Fuck. Four dudes see this and help me pick him up. So there we were by the road waiting for a cab but no cabbies wanted anything to do with him. A cop comes up to us and asks what is going on, I tell him that I just want to get this guy home safely in a cab.

Cop: Hey, we are getting you a cab just try to stand up
My friend: Fuck you (to the cop) If he touches me, I'll swing (to me)
Me: Dont hit the cop man, you will get put in jail
Friend: Just dont touch me

Eventually I get him a cab without much incident and when I get on base 4 MPs escort him to the room. Shit! I jump back in the cab and end up paying 65 bucks to get back to the bars. I get back and my other friend and I hit up a shitty bar. Everything gets blurry from here, I remeber dancing ALOT and making out with a chick that was probably yuck fuckin ugly. At some point I stop to chill out and these two fatties start hitting on me asking me what I do for a living to which I respond with, "I live in a dumpster so I am unemployed". All they heard was dumpster or something so they say, "oooohh garabage man can be sooo hooooooot!" Yuck, I get out of there quick. Rest is just a blur....

A little adventure for the first night out.


Sometimes, Dolphins aren't enough

Hit the bar and run into a bunch of old friends. Totally put me in a good mood. I am relaxed and chilled. I walk around and try to dance with like 3 girls and they all turn me down. I couldnt care less. I bump into this girl as I sit down at the bar and she starts hitting on me and even buys me a drink. Her and I shoot the shit for a while but I wasnt interested, she was chubby. Eventually I pawn her off on my friend who sucks at socializing and I go off to do my own thing. I move to another room in this huge bar, where a band is playing. I am just enjoying myself happy as fuck to be alive and well.

One of my friend's friends starts texting me saying she wants to dance and that she heard I am an awesome dancer. So not true, and I never met this girl before so I was down to give her a shot. I look around for her and dont see her anywhere. We play Text tag and I get tired of looking for her so I just sit down and chill.

As I am chillin out watchin the band, this really cute girl walks by and I gotta have her. I pull her in close and start dancing. I kiss her on the lips lightly and then lead her to a better dancefloor where I proceed to touch her everywhere and makeout a bit. After I get tired of dancing I get her phohe number and then lead her to a quiet place to talk, We shoot the shit and it feels so natural, I am feeling up and down her legs, kissing and touching, while we have some chill conversation. After a bit I decide its time to GO. I start to get up and she totally isnt down to come home with me.. I tell her I have dolphin shows and an afterparty waiting for us. She says no because she isnt easy and shannanigans like that. Then I say she has to come because its dolphin week and its fun to watch dolphins. At this point I am totally illogical and outside my head so I just say whatever outlandish shit that amuses me.

She is dead set on not coming back though... looking back I should have just grabbed her hand and pulled her out. It would have worked I am sure. Eventually her fat friend shadow cockblocks me by texting her about how much she loves her boyfriend and how bad she would feel if he saw us or some shit like this. She never mentioned a boyfriend, haha.

Lights come on and its time to GO. I get my jacket and roll out with my friend.

Notes: I AM SOOOO NON OUTCOME DEPENDANT THESE DAYS!!! I dont know why and I feel like I have much less of an ego as far as trying to maintain a false 'player' image. I just dont care as much as I used to and it is so LIBERATING! I used to always care about getting laid to the point where I Would tell myself... man you are getting laid tonight no matter what... needless to say that brought a lot of unnecessary pressure and pain when it didnt work out which was often, haha. It seems that I am being myself in set these days than I EVER have before. Like no longer say shit that I think a girl wants to hear... I say what I feel and express myself a lot more. I think that is AWESOME. I feel like I have grown so much since the last time I went out before Afghanistan. I feel like a new man and women see it too.


Punched in the motherfucking face!!!

Started off at the bar and drank a lot... I wasnt feeling too comfortable because lots of people were around and invading my space a bit. Super crowded. But eventually I got over that thanks to my crutch AKA alcohol. Opened some stunners and get turned down alot and the others just fizzled out. No worries I am just happy that I can open and be relaxed. I get a text from the girl who wanted to dance with me saying she is at another bar that is kinda far away. I tell her I am at so and so and it is bumpin. She texts back with, "I am OMW". Well that was easy.

Eventually she shows up with her friend, and I never met her before so I didnt know which was which. LOL So we chat and then the girls starting making out in front of me. I try to get in for the three way makeout but it was a no go. I patiently waited for them to stop then madeout a little bit with both of them one after the other! hahaha. The one that likes me got pissed and stormed off because I kissed her friend in front of her. Her friend tells me that I should find her and cheer her up. I find her by the dancefloor and start grindin rubbin tit and being a goofy bastardo.

After a bit I get tired of her, she sucks at dancing and her face is kinda like yucko... but nice body. I deserve better. I start poking other hotter girls around me as we are dancing on this crowded floor but they are not responding to my prodding index finger. Fuck it, I tell her I have to go piss, she doesn't believe I am coming back... well she was right. Soon afterwards I find my friend and we go to another bar down the street.

Get inside and this old dude sitting a table with two young girls and an appetizer starts AMOGin my wingman. Fuck that, so I ask him if that dip is any good. He says ya, so I grab a wad of bread and dip it in and eat his food in front of him, hahaha.

I notice three girl to my immediate left making out. Seriously whats with this girl on girl action? It seems so much more common these days... not that I am complaining. After they are done I chit chat with one of them and she is super cool... not too great looking though. Her two friends go to the bar and this old tall scary homeless looking dude begins grabbing their tits and it is SOOOOOO creepy it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The girl he is currently groping says to me or someone, "save me!". I jump over there and block with my body but this fucker is persistent and drunk. So fuck it, I dont care too much and walk away laughing my ass off.

As I sit down this guy tries to AMOG me by grabbing me and saying, "hey whatsup douchebag". I look at him and say, "Now thats not very nice". He apologizes and then starts telling me that he is a sergeant in the army and all this other gay shit that I dont care about. I start tuning him out and he keeps qualifying and wont stop. I am totally unreactive to him and it pisses him off. He notices I am no longer listening to his bullshit and he grabs me. I shake him off and tell the girl that everyone is grabbing me tonight and its not cool. He immediatly removes himself from me and starts telling me how the girl I am talking to is a and the other girl at the bar is his girlfriend. So one of the three is his girl, got it.

As the night progresses, his girlfriend is eyeing me a bit and not being subtle about it. She makesout again with the girl I am talking to and her other friend. So I watch the show and I am like, sweet. His girlfriend says something to me that was funny cant remember what it was... doesnt matter and then I continue talking to the first one for a while. Dude comes back and whispers something in my ear and my response was,"Ya sure whatever". He smiles for a second and then punches me hard in the face!

I am on the floor bleeding from my nose and I have a hole in my upper lip all the way through where my tooth pierced the skin. Next thing I know I am getting helped out by my friends and two of the girls. The girls insist on driving me to the ER so I am down. I get somewhere around 8-10 stitches, shit I thought I only need 3. So as I am writing this my lip is HUGE and I have an ugly ass face haha. The chick drives me home but the hot one already left so I wasnt DTF and I was tired and totally nonchalant about everything. Sucker punches are not cool.  (edit: turned out to be around 15 stitches, from what the girl that took the pictures told me)


Notes: This isnt the first time someone attacked me in the bars... I think I have internalized the whole "everyone is my friend" shit and I think that is what got me in trouble. I was super relaxed and feeling my own "power" so to speak most of the night and some girls seemed to gravitate towards that.

Doc says I will have a good scar, fuck that. I am kind of upset about that shit but what can I do? I am not as pretty as I used to be, hahaha. Cant wait for next weekend... hopefully my face heals a bit before then.
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Skeet skeet skeet
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out this rubber mayne
T&A ain't worth a nigga DNA
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that fuckin first one is knarly. fuck. looks like you had a good night otherwise tho. props.

ps3. i had a fucking rad ass cold too - glad others besides me are pushing their boudaries.

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Monday

I hate mondays, but I especially hate mondays when everyone asks, "Hey dude, what the fuck happened to your face?".  I got that question probably like 40 times today at work.  When I was driving on base, the lady guard asks the question and after I respond she genuinely says, "Awww poor baby!  It must REALLY hurt, awwwww!"  Damn sounds like my mother, only she isnt much older than me from the looks of her.  The other guard starts laughing at me.  Oh well, it is to be expected... it looks like I have a beak, haha.  Well not much to report today, other than girl from the Friday night who wouldnt go home with me and has a boyfriend, texts me, asking me out for tonight.  I already took a healthy dose of vikes and cant drive because I mixed a little alcohol too... which despite all this I feel normal but I know I am not.  I tell her I can't, and that we should reschedule and she says she is off the 14th.  So I am like, awesome.  We chit chat a bit and I get off the phone.  Immediately after hanging up, I realize she trapped me on Valentines day!!! NOOOOOO!!!!!!!  


Well I never went on a first date on V day, so I dont know what to do so... what will I do?  Whatever I want, naturally, but what would be socially acceptable?  Probably something entirely different from what I imagine.  Any help on this, for those who are reading this?   What the fuck do I do for a first date that happens to be on V day?  I figure I should get her at least something... cheap or whatever.  Help me out here.  Ah, I am also reminded I am in dire need of some manscaping.  Fuck, someone stole my trimmer.... if only they had known all the disgusting things it has trimmed.

Goal for tomorrow:

Gym!!   Shoulders and Bis... I have been taking the last two days off... fuck that... I will hold off the pain pills until after the workout so I can drive and all.  I need to keep the hot bod.
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 Thursday Night, The Cutie That Will Forever Haunt Me

The tiger print bed sheet begins to blur as I begin to fall asleep. I am hearing the music from the radio slowly fading away. My phone vibrates and suddenly I am awake, shit almost passed the fuck out. It's time to roll to the bars, another night of learning. First night going back out since the face punch, so I am a little uptight but not much.

Walk inside and the place is dead as fuck. Shit, who cares, I'm here. Friend of mine texts, asking if I am there yet. I tell him the situation and he decides to come anyway. Whatever, nights like these arent anything new. Sip on the beer and chill. Friend arrives and we kick it.

People start coming in but not crowded, just a sparsely populated dancefloor and some super cuties hanging out with their friends. God, one in particular is super cute. I literally just stare at her for a minute or two. She notices the crazy eye contact and reciprocates for a bit, eyes darting from me and back to the dude she is conversing with. I am feeling so good right now, but it's not the normal, energy filled good feeling. It's like I am completely content with my surroundings and can't be bothered to even move.

Friend chats me up and I try to care but the topics are so out of my reality. For example, marriage, his kid, and getting back together with his wife. I can't care any less, but I throw a smile here and a laugh there, so he thinks I am listening.... but that cutie is just too damn cute and I am thinking about her. More friends of ours show up, and suprise, it's the two girls I kissed from the previous weekend. Upon meeting them again, I realize instantly that I am not attracted to either, unfortunately that just makes the more annoying one annoy me even more.

She shit tests me from how small my dick must be, to the size of my hands and why my fingernails are so long. I reply, "Yup, super small penis." "Yeah you have gorrilla hands" "I love long fingernails because I am a guitarist, oh and I am in dire need of a fucking manicure." My responses amuse me but overal, I am bored. But not bored enough to do anything about it.

*Gasp* Something new to fix/improve upon.

Eventually annoying girl starts dancing on my lap and trying to pry my attention away from the TV by being flirty. She mentions that sometime we should have a threesome sometime. I honestly shouldnt ever turn one down, but this girl is killing me. The other friend is into me as well, every now and then whispers something to me but sorry honey, not interested. I give her zero IOIs, hahaha, that's funny, and I think she receives the message. I tell my guy friend that another buddy of mine is at a better bar and mention that we should go there soon. She hears this and says that if she wins the booty shaking contest she will buy me drinks all night. Fuck, hard to say no because I like alcohol. So we stay, an hour later, she loses. Time to roll.

We go to the other bar and my friend that I was going to meet is on his way out. We exchange manly greetings and he says it sucks in there. Shit I don't care as long as those two gals aren't here, I'm down. We roll in and its better than were we were, at this point I just dont want to do shit. It's just a low motivation night. Eventually annoying girl shows up and I try to ignore her but she licks my face from neck to sideburn. Fuckin' eh. If only I was attracted to this one. "Your fucking stubble hurt my tongue, you need to shave!" she complains. Whatever. I pass out at the friends house a while later.


Notes: What a LAME night, and it is ALL my fault. But you know what? I felt really good and I am glad I got back out there so soon after getting my face fucked up... still sporting a mean scab and stitches! Haha. I didnt open the cutie and that haunts me very much... ah fuck me. I will have to step up next time.



FRIDAY Night, The Sushi Dinner Party and the Drunken Lay

Sushi! Yum, but hard to eat with a fat lip. I sit down, one of the last to show so I get the shitty seat with all the girls. You may be thinking, "Why the hell is that shitty?" Well I like conversing with my guy friends more and the girls are all married or taken so its awkward. I tell the story about what happened to my face and everyone is laughing and having a good time. Suddenly my brain says, "What the fuck are you doing? Are you in entertainer mode right now?" Weird, I was just telling a story but the manner in which I said it was a little over the top I guess. Hmmm, thanks brain, I hope that was good advice.

I actually begin to feel uncomfortable, immediately after the story and some questions like, "Where are you originally from" shit, it gets quiet on my end. My friend is talking to the gal to my front and I am feeling left out. Wow, I havent felt like this in a long time. I thought this feeling was "taken care of" as in, I don't need it, it doesn't help me, so I discarded it... but there it was. I start looking around, searching the room for entertainment, something to get me 'out of here' because I feel so damn awkward. I am actually mad at myself for feeling this way and I feel super chode. Most of my friends are married or have girlfriends so they are devoting all their attention to their significant others. No big deal, but the single friends are behind me so no chance of having good conversation. I chit chat with my friends wife for a bit but I feel so weird. Fuck, I don't like this, but what can I learn from it? Shitty feelings can always come back no matter how 'in control' and 'put together' you THINK you are.

Thank God, eventually it is time to get out of here and everyone wants to go to a specific bar. Ok, not a good bar but whatever, I'll go. I drive three drunken friends of mine and we walk in. Old women and men everywhere. Ok, not the place to get momentum going. "Fuck it, just try to chill" I tell myself. The married friends form their own group and I want no part of it. So me and the other single guys are together at the bar drinking and starting the party. I make an appearance on the married side to tell them that I am going somewhere else. Single friends are in, lets do this.

Downtown is packed, streets are full with drunkards trolling for cock. Get inside the bar and not impressed, no girl I want to open here. Fuck it, I'll help my friend get laid. I introduce him to 4 or 5 girls and he is totally bombing every set, shit, it's just not going to happen, haha. VERY entertaining though, he starts stumbling and having trouble standing up. He goes outside for a quick vomit and is all good. I chill at a booth in the back and there is like two ten sets in their own world back here. I just want to get poured up. I am relaxing, enjoying a vodka redbull and a girl in the middle is eye fucking me. Too bad she isnt attractive, fuck. It's time to go.

Drag the drunken friends to another bar and it is FILLED. Line outside and shit, fuck it, I wait caz it's the place 2 be yo! Yeah, so anyways, I finally get in and I can hardly breathe, fuck! I can't hear myself think. I just walk around for a bit, pushing my way through the crowd. This must be where non-verbal game is key because good luck trying to talk. I hip check a sexy girl and she looks happy to see me, I don't think I know her. Suddenly some dude pushes his way between us and I lose sight of her.... wow, totally consumed by the sea of people. I bump into this party girl I used to know, we yell hi to each other and off we go. I buy a drink and I am feeling like going to yet another bar. I grab the drink and roll out, security tries to stop me because I am taking alcohol out of the bar. Fuck it I down it and jump in a cab.

Roll up to the final bar and decide to call the girl from last weekend. She is at the bar I am at so I see her as soon as I get in, but some dude is totally trying to game her. I walk up and hug her and sit down and enjoy the show. Dude asks me, "Is this your girlfriend?" I'm like, "Hell no man" I wanted him to keep going but he looks at me and sort of just disappears. I pull her in and we kiss for a bit and pick up where we left off. She is turned on and sorta grinding herself on my leg. Her friends come by every now and then and they are pretty cool. One is complaining about creepy guys and the other is talking to me about high heels, haha. Cool. Fast Forward.... closing time. We walk out, friends literally tell her to take me home. So its a done deal, she drives me to my house as I am a bit drunk and glory times ensue.


Notes: I can't help but feel that I took the easy route. I didnt really open any new sets besides the 4 or 5 for my friend but I still... uhh get that feeling like I didn't champ it out... I didnt stay in the trenches when things were not looking good. I still feel totally at ease in the bars, and the helps me a lot. I used to battle feeling of complete chodiness as soon as I walked into the clubs. Now, not so much, Overall good night for me.
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Saturday Night, Pesto Salmon for Three

What an odd night.  I hit the bars with my friend.  Apparently we started at the wrong bar because it was super dead.  After a few drinkaroos we decide to go to a bar/grill to chill.  Well oddly enough, this place is fuckin' packed to the brim and has a kick ass band playing.  I mean shit, they even have a dude rockin' out on a cello!  The crowd is much older than most other bars, so whatevz.  I try to find us a place to sit so we can order food/drinks.  Finally find two unoccupied chairs and some crazy runs up to us as we are about to sit down.  Pushes past me and pushes my friend out of the way and sits down in my chair and puts her legs on my friends chair.  I seriously asked my friend, who has a vast experience with narcotics if she is on cocaine.  He says, no.  I don't believe him.

I just need to remain unreactive and chill.  My friend is not on the same wavelength and is looking like he is going to choke a bitch.  I calm him down and smile a bit and the crazy chick starts talking to us and helps me calm my friend down.  It takes a good 10 minutes for him to chill.  She gives him a place to sit and I am standing.  Whatever, not interested, she has got to be in her 30's and you can just tell she was one of those super blonde sorority girls but not as hot as you would probably imagine.  She gets up and I reclaim the seat.  Friend and I are chatting but blondie behind us is talking to one of her friends who is probably equally braindead.  So we just listen in and are laughing our asses off at this retarded conversation they are having.  The inflection and cheery tone sounds so fucking funny.  She must have been a cheerleader.  

Eventually friend gets up and orders a pesto salmon dinner with scalloped potatoes on the side.  Fuck this shit is good.  Blondie comes back and tells us that we are both cute.  Thanks, couldn't care less at this point, the food is delicious.  She starts eating some too.  So my friend has the only fork and me and this crazy chick are just eating this shit with our fingers.  People are kinda looking at us like we are crazy.  If only they knew.  

I get three texts from this girl I tried to lay over a year ago, before I deployed, and she is a massive flake.  I decide three texts means she is at where she is saying she is and she really is going to be there when I show up.  Hahaha.  Good one.  Obviously she is nowhere to be found and I call to see whaz up yo.  No answer.  I text her back with something like, "I am so deleting you right now" but with a lot of spelling errors due to the alcohol.  I delete her number and clear the conversation.  Ah, that is very liberating to be honest.  Feels good.  Ok, so now I am at this other bar by myself and this 4 set of fatties behind me are getting rowdy.  

I begin to feel like a bleeding baby seal in shark infested water.  The heavy set gal behind me starts rubbing my back.  We are essentially at the same table, but it's a long table and pretty wide so you just sit wherever.  Everytime I turn around to see who it is she points at someone else.  Ok, now I am really fucking drunk, but I am not THAT drunk.  I sorta glare at her and she admits it was her.  No shit and no thanks.  There were hotties around somewhere, I knew I could smell them but my eyes were reserved for flake chick and after that I was a tiny bit upset.  Poor me, wwaaaaaa, what a fucking whiny I was being.  Lolz.

Notes: 
Ok, so I feel like I am relaxing too much and taking ZERO action.  I think what is going on is my "good nights" have been fucking with my head.  Like playing Call of Duty MW2... I gotz like 10 kill streak and I need 1 moar to get the ac130 gunship, s0n!  But fer realz, I need to burn myself next weekend... like bad.  I need to kill the ego again.  Fuck, bring the pain.

Word:
1) Never leave a bar for a text from a flake.  Not even 3 texts from flake.  Not even when she says "pleaz" 
2) You can't fuck a text message, I've tried and failed many times in the past.
3) You can fuck a fattie but, honestly, I rather grab some lotion and rub one out on my own
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Valentines Day

Not much to report.  Went out with the girl I boned a couple days prior and we went back to my place after dinner and going to the bar.  Boned a couple more times.  Not really interested in her personality.  Just sorta bland and uninspiring.  Time to look for more girlies this weekend!  Can't wait.   

Oh yeah, one more thing... last weekend my face was still a bit swollen, still had stitches, and a MEAN scab.  So if anyone reading thinks that any of that shit matters or makes an excuse not to go out because of a pimple or whatever, stop being such a pussy... my face was worse and it didn't make any difference. 
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The Ballad of Chasey Lain

The vibration of my speakers rattle my rearview mirror as I pull out of my barracks parking lot.  The warming air blowing from my a/c vent sends a chill down my spine.  The seat warmers on high, already toasting my asshole.  One friend riding shotgun, and the other in the back.  It's the beginning of another night, and this is usually how it starts.  

I pull into the parking lot of a steakhouse where ten other friends are already seated, awaiting our arrival.  It's a little get together before the night officially kicks off. 
The waitresses decide to place us in the back corner of the restraunt.  Smart move on their part, we are usually very loud and obnoxious.  My friends are pre-gaming hardcore, but I am chilling out on the alcohol.  Dinner time is concluded when two friends of mine chase each other through the restraunt fighting over the check.  Awesome.

Jump back in the whip, it's time to go. I promise my friend DP that it is his night and he gets to decide where to go and when, since I ditched him last weekend for a girl.  Of course, that's not how I remember it going down but, who cares?  There is no wrong answer so like Ice Cube, I'm down for whatever.  He decides on hitting up a bar where more friends are already drinking.  Cool.

I circle the joint like three times in search of a parking spot, each time I receive more disapproving comments from the drunken peanut gallery in my car.  My parallel parking skills get tested but I manage to do the job.  Hop in the bar and chill.... drinks come my way and before I know it I am a bit tipsy.  I promise everyone that I will karaoke tonight.  No problem.  We head to the next bar, 3 friends and a wife, time to stretch the vocal chords.  My married friend and I plan on doing the song "Hands Down" by Dashboard Confessionals, followed by "I want it that way" by Backstreet Boys.  Super.  We practice on the long walk over there and it has become apparent that the alcohol is fucking with our ability to sing and remember lyrics to very important songs.

Take a seat in the new bar, nice to be out of the cold.  Look up the songs that are available and "Hands Down" isn't one of them, fuck.  Ok, so I decide to let DP pick whatever song, and he of course chooses the dirtiest song on the 20 page list, "The Ballad of Chasey Lain".  Before I know it, it's my time to shine.  I grab my friend and hit the stage.  The Ballad of Chasey Lain.  I totally own it, I sing my fucking heart out and make many obcene gestures.  Girls are laughing at us and we are just having a sweet time.  Take a seat, shot, and another beer and what do I know, "I want it that way" is already playing. We run up to the stage and the teleprompter thingy is fucked so we don't know when to start.  So two drunken retards on stage just standing there.  The DJ asks us if we are going to sing.  Fuck yeah!  We just bust out.  Totally off the mark.  Eventually we get back on track.  I can't help it, and I am laughing so hard so, once again, neither of us are singing on stage but just doubled over laughing, and my sides hurt so bad.  The song ends and DP tells me that he recorded both songs on his iphone, fuck yeah!  Hopefully I can get that shit from him.

We head to yet another bar and we are toasted.  All of us are pretty much done.  DP informs me that "wallflower girl" is here, I freak out a bit.  She is the girl that a took out on V day and I haven't called her since, I assume she is pissed.  I feel a bit bad about it but, hey, relationships are not for me... not now.  I notice her noticing me not trying to notice her and it looks a bit awkward.  Fuck it, I am here to have a good time even if she is glaring at me.  I am seated away from the main walkway and hotties are coming in left and right but I am facing the opposite direction so DP points something out and she is gone before I get a chance to see.  Eventually I see a HAWT girl, yum deluxe.  I pull her in and start talking to her and realize she is a chick I used to party with back in the day.  We almost had sex, but I dropped the ball.  That was years ago, damn.  Good times.  We chit chat for a bit, and without noticing it, I am still holding her hand over my shoulder as we are talking.  Her friend sits down next to me, very cute and just watches us talk for a bit.  Eventually she has to go, oh well.  Cool girl, one of the hottest there. 

My karaoke partner is getting way too drunk and his wife decides it's time to take him home.  Probably a good idea, hahaha.  So the rest of us decide to hit up a gay bar for the last venue of the night.  Another long walk in the cold, but whatever, it's an adventure.  We arrive and unlike most nights where there are plenty of women seeking refuge from guys like me, it actually does look like a gay bar.  Shit.  Oh well, we decide to chill.  I lean against a booth and this slim girl brushes next to me like a cat.  I pull her in and tell her she looks cute.  Rubbing her back and getting physical with a quickness.  We exchange names and it seems like it is on.  My detector is going off on this one.  She decides she wants me to buy her and her friend shots.  Uhm... how about no.  I refuse and she turns into a little bratty bitch.  She actually pushes my face away, oh sick burn!  Of course DP witnesses this and laughs at my rejection.  Haha, it was funny and that shit hasn't been fazing me at all lately, which is super cool.  Only thing that pisses me off is douches talking shit after you get rejected when they haven't done shit, like, ever.  Oh well, I think some of my friends are super jealous of me and my abiliy to not really give a fuck.  Last call for alcohol comes along, and it is time to go.  DP is looking for his jacket and I am standing there with JB my other friend, when suddenly a fat girl appears out of nowhere.  She asks us, "Why do you guys looks so saaaaadddd?" JB and I sort of laugh and JB decides he will talk to this one, whatever.  Eventually she leaves but she must have busted ass because it smells like straight shit.  That must be the first time that I know of where I was cropdusted by a fat chick.  

Notes:
1) First time I sang Karaoke
2) First time a fat chick farted on me
3) I am super physical without thinking about it... it just seems natural.  However, I am drunk so maybe when I am sober it wont be so easy, who knows, eventually I will find out.
4) I seem to be influencing interactions much more emtionally.  I never have a set that doesn't either like me or hate me... I guess that is good. 
5) I didn't do many sets, but I had an awesome time... need to get a balance here... too much woo and lacking the intent... I used to always be the complete opposite
6) I feel so fucking comfortable in the bars, even when I am sober... I am so much more centered now than I used to be... more emotionally mature, so that is super cool.

 
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Damn it Feels Good to be a Gangsta

You probably know the song, from the awesome movie Office Space.  It's chill, and totally set the mood for the night.  I am very chill and self absorbed.  I rock the Geto Boys song on the way to the bars.  Flying solo tonight, not another friend in sight.  I park rediculously far from the bars because the downtown area is fuckin' packed!  Shit, long walk, passing drunkards on the way wandering the streets like uncoordinated zombies.  I am totally sober and it is midnight, I almost fell asleep before going out, that would have sucked because, from the looks of things, downtown is poppin' tonight.

Enter the first bar and my energy level is just hovering above comatose, purely lacking motivation.  I am on a completely different wave length than everyone else in the bar.  It seems like everyone, with the exception of me, is bouncing off the walls like they just snorted a few lines of coke.  I accept my lack of energy and expect absolutely nothing of this night.  I am just happy I dragged myself out of bed.  Success.  I order a beer, and just sip away trying to summon life into me, but to no avail.  Hot chick bumps into me at the bar, could have opened but I couldn't care less.  One beer down and suddenly my phone springs to life, texts from a friend at an adjacent bar.  I'm there.

One long ass line later, I'm in... I spot the friend and he is in a 2 set.  Cool.  I will just sit at the bar, and continue to stew in my own lack of motivation.  Order beer number two and as soon as I pay a cute girl taps my arm and calls me by me super secret nickname.  Ok, I figure this is my friend's doing, of course.  It is, and she is obviously into me.  I summon the strength to get off the bar stool so I can grab her and drag her to the dance floor.  Maybe that will wake me up.

We bump and grind and my energy level perks up a bit, in my pants.  I let her massage it with her ass, it feels good.  I try to bite her neck and she laughs and dodges my mouth.  Few minutes later I pick her up and put her down then bite her shoulder.  I don't know why but I been doing this a lot without even thinking about it... I like to bite.  Weird.  She is getting into the dance and she does the cupid shuffle with me... I am not too well versed in the cupid shuffle but it is easy to learn.  I try to kiss her and it's not happening but she is laughing her ass off.  I am totally unfazed by kiss rejections because it's usually a process where you just keep going till you get it... and I go for it again and she kisses me right in the middle.  She is embarrased and looks away.  I bite her neck good this time and she is loving it.  Eventually my energy level drops completely while she is still bouncing off the walls dancing.  I decide I am going to slow down and chill-dance.  She comes down to my level and my face gets dangerously close to hers... she can't handle the tension.  She has to look away.  I laugh and touch her everywhere.

Suddenly, out of nowhere I feel a chick touching my ass... like rubbing it or something. I look behind me and this super hot chick is holding on to my ass as she is grinding on some dude... so I am officially in the middle of a train.  She is so hot, wow.  Anyways, I try to forget about her but her nails are digging into me a bit.  Haha.  Whatever, I put up with it and continue dancing.  Eventually she has to go to the bathroom and she asks where I'll be.  I tell her that I am going to get my jacket.  She leaves and I chill out at the bar.  She comes back and my friend and the other girl are both grinning at me.  She asks for my phone number and the other girl tells me I am invited to a Jaccuzi party that is going down at her house, cool.  I put the number in her phone and it didnt save.  She asks for it again and then she saves it and kisses me.  I kiss her again and she makes it fast.  I tell her, "Let's make this one count" then we kiss and I slip her the tongue.  Soon after I decide I am super fuckin' tired and It's time to go to sleep.

On the way out of the bar, I run into some drunk dudes who are super cool.  I bullshit with them on the long walk and they bring me to a bar that they fancy.  Ok, one dude asks what do I drink and I tell him that I am not drinking anymore tonight, I'm drivin.  We chat and have a good time but now I am really in danger of passing out so I say goodbye and roll out.  Get back to the crib and pass the fuck out.


Notes:
1) I was super BR and out of it... but I still felt uber comfortable going out alone... I never been this comfortable while on my own for the majority of the night.
2) I was on a different energy level and instead of trying to match the crowd, I accepted my lack of blazing nimbus and kept it chill.
3) I was rockin' the 'I don't give a fuck because I am about to fall asleep face and voice'.
4) Women always tell me to smile more, but quite honestly, I usually don't feel like it.  I hate fake smiles.
5) Interaction lasted a long time and was solid, even in my uber low energy, which is right where I like to be, honestly.
6) I didn't really give a shit about this interaction, IOI's or IOD's?  Who fucking cares.  I didn't bother getting her number because I was too lazy. 
7) I was in my own reality the whole night and I think I brought her into that reality pretty well... whatever the fuck that means.
8) I don't use spell check on my FRs, so feel free to make phun of my speling/grhammar erors.


What else???

Oh yes, the chick I flipped out on for flaking on me, asked me out for thursday night... her number came up with no name caz I deleted her so it took me a while to read the text.  I honestly don't care if me being somewhat pissy towards her is "reactive" because I couldn't care less how "things" go with her.  If that is unattractive, fine, if not, whatever.  I'll be reactive and call her on her shit.  But that's just me and that is all.

One last thing... I don't know what it is but I am much more indifferent to EVERYTHING nowadays.  It seems like everything is so trivial like "the volume has been turned down" (fight club)... this better not just be a temporary phase, because I really enjoy this shit.  Hopefully it is emotional maturity and some form of elite congruence shining through.
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Thanks for the props Sp!ke.  I fuckin' hate getting a cold while trying to own the barz.
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Thursday Night

The bars were rockin' the whole Mardi Gras thing and it was good.  Titties titties titties rockin' everywhere!  Haha, seriously it was awesome.  I didn't feel like paying 20 bucks for beads so I decide to show my perky tits in exchange for some.  I show my boobs and before she gives me the beads I say, "You know what, just keep the beads but show me your tits!" those were nice boobs.  Areolas were everywhere, some chick was walking around with just paint on her top half.  I decide to pay for coat check so while waiting in line for the ATM some girl gets in line behind me.  I instantly chat her up and she is super into me.  Talking into my ear while touching me and we are just vibing.  Not interested but she was super cool.  She gave me some beads and some stimulating conversation. 

I text flake girl that wanted to hang out tonight:

Me:  Gurl!!!
Flake:  Where you at?
Flake:  I'm at bla blah
Me: Lol nah at different bar
40 mins later
Flake: Im here
Me:  at pool tables... cum

Eventually I run into her and she is talking to some big dude.  I ignore the guy and talk to her for about 5 seconds and then drag her to the dance floor and makeout more than dance.  Eventually she says that she wants to talk or whatever.  I grab her and take her somewhere else.  She lets go of my arm and shit tests me by just standing there.  I grab her again and take her to chat.  Seriously if I wrote all the shit tests this chick gave me HOLY FUCK it would take like 50 pages.  So I'll just write some of the more memorable shit tests..

1) As I was holding her hand and leading her through the crowd or trying to pull her out of the bar she would break free of my hand and then just stand there, this happened ALOT
2) She would walk away mid-sentence and just leave me at the bar
3) She would say she wants me right now and I say lets go and before I grab her, she runs away
4) She tells me she is married, then divorced, then married again whatever I think it was all BS
5) She doesn't believe I don't have a girlfriend and then calls me out on some chick I was talking to earlier
6) She would be all over me and then just turn super cold and ignore my advances
7) She said her husband is watching us and he is going to kill me, hahaha
8) She broke free of my grasp FIVE times when I was attempting to extract her from the bar... yes, five times.  It's not like I was limp wristing this shit, I was pulling her hard with dominance, haha.

You get the idea, but I never really dealt with the "walking shit test" before, I must admit I did good remaining unreactive but honestly, I should have just found another girl.  Girls were really eye fucking me tonight, bumping into me, grabbing my hair, offering the sight of their boobs without beads, I mean SHIT, it's so clear, ditch the and pick up some other cutie. Some of her shit tests amused me and I couldnt stop laughing, very outlandish shit.  She was a lot of work, and in the end.  She disappeared.  Was it me?  Was I reactive at some points?  Maybe, but honestly I learned a lot.  One, I don't care to deal with a chick like this, too much BS and I bet the LMR is REDONKULOUS.  On the flip side, the next girl will be 5,000 times easier, I swear, and I would love to see an RSD instructor crack this chick, haha... not saying it isn't possible but FUCK, it would be an awesome sight!  My friends see me makeing out with another chick every night and think I am a player.  I don't really identify with that lable.  It's not like I hook up with all these girls, but my reality is getting stronger and stronger and I would like to keep the ego out of this.  Haha, easier said than done.
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