I went out with my friend last Thursday night to a club in Shanghai, China. Having no idea of what to expect we decided to use this opportunity as target practice. When we arrived at the club we discovered that it was mostly empty. There were about 6 tiny Chinese waitresses walking around, one man alone at a table drinking, and a duo of couples drinking at another table. While I was fairly disappointed with the setting my friend didn't let this deter himself from having some fun. We sat across from each other in a booth and decided to work on our vocal projection by talking loudly over the music. We also ordered a round of beers from a cute Chinese waitress who was wearing bunny ears. She spoke very little English.
My friend then reached for her bunny ears. She smiled and put them on him. He started wearing them and making fun of himself. The waitress seemed interested. She then asked if we wanted to go dance. Realizing we were in a large but empty club my friend decided to dance, but not in the way the waitress had imagined. He walked toward a pole, (Go-Go Poll, apparently Shanghai does not allow Strip Clubs) and jumped up on the pole and started dancing on it. Meanwhile, I watched from the background and encouraged him with the occasional laugh, clap, and whoop. All the waitresses gathered around and started watching my friend. They were extremely impressed. He then jumped down and pointed to the waitress that it was her turn. She got up on the stage and began dancing on the pole but in all honestly was very choppy, nervous, and in general bad. As she was doing this my friend looked over to me and said cross your arms. I did. We then applauded and went back to our booth. We ordered another round and now the head mistress of the club came over and wanted us to dance on-stage. My friend did so and went on stage.
Sure enough a circle of little Chinese waitress formed around him as he did a hilarious cripwalk/river dance move. As the waitresses tried to lean in he stuck out his hand and indicated that that they needed to back up. They wanted to do his funky dance. He however, kept them back while he did his moves by extending his hand and giving them the “let me work here” look. Eventually, he stopped pushing them back and got up close to one of them and taking her hands and hips showed her how to move. I could not control myself from smiling and laughing. The site of these cute little waitresses encircling my friend while he did his ghetto river dance was the most entertaining thing I had seen so far. Eventually, they ended up getting to a pole that was on stage. Again, he pushed the girls back as he prepared to do a stripper twirl. He kept it up and the girls remained entertained and excited. I kept trying to support my friend with smiles, laughs, and whistles. The atmosphere was very entertaining. The girls were now starting to dance on the pole in an awkward Asian fashion. It was too much. I couldn't stop laughing.
After all this excitement we sat down and I ordered another round for my friend and me. Eventually the head mistress and our waitress came over and started chatting with us. Using our vocal projection we had practiced earlier we were able to lean back and talk to them very casually. We used a few opportunities to lean in and softly whisper words into their ears. The waitress then walked up to my friend and gave him her name. He didn't even ask for it! It was great. The head mistress then introduced herself and we followed suit. She then invited us back to party on Saturday night and said that she would have free beers waiting for us if we got there by 8 PM. We told her that we would love too, but with one condition. That we wanted a front stage table reserved for us. She indicated that the she would and that two cold beers would be waiting for us when we arrived. We then finished are beers and told them that we had to leave. They waved goodbye and double checked to make sure that we were going to return. We walked out of the club on a high and caught a cab back to our hotel.
Once we got back to our hotel we decided to walk around and pick up some street vender food. We walked up to a dumpling cart and ordered our snacks. We turned around to find a group of white people walk towards us. White people stick out in Asia and so you instantly know they are foreigners like us. The group consisted of two girls and one guy. We said hi and the guy responded with a hello in a thick European accent. He then asked if the dumplings were good. I told him they were and that we were actually coming back to get more. The girls then started asking which ones we bought. We pointed to the ones we bought. I couldn't help but wonder where that accent came from. I really thought they were Russian. I asked them where they were from. They said where you think. Not thinking I said Russia, and her face indicated that she was pretty upset. I tried to cover my tracks by saying wait, wait, don't tell me, Africa. Still pissed off she did not understand the joke and said while pointing to her skin, "do I look like I am from Africa". I assured her it was just a joke but she was being bitchy. My friend then jumped in and said look we just want to know where you’re from and if your tell us we will leave. She paused for a moment, then looked down, and said "we are from the Ukraine". We smiled and said, "See that wasn't so hard, I hope you enjoy your night" and proceeded to walk away. I think I learned that Ukrainians do not like to be called Russian or African. We then took our dumplings back to the hotel and began talking about RSD and the tactics my friend employed.
My friend reminded me that the waitresses were more approachable because they were hired guns and the Ukrainians were not because they had no obligation to be nice to us. In fact the Ukrainians were what it really is like. This brought the high down a little. He then looked at me dead in the eye and said, if you were alone do you think you could have done what I did. I looked at him, and reflected on his behavior and that of my own. I behaved like a wallflower wall he became the lifeblood of the social scene. I told him that in all actuality I could but that my nerves are still too high strung to just cut loose like that. I want to be able to just go out and be able to have fun like that. I think the fun of the night was due to my friend. It was good to note how even in a disappointing scene of an empty club you still can turn it into a fun time. I could tell that he was having a blast doing his thing. Anyways, I just wanted to document this night here for future reflections. If the Community has any advice to help me be more engaging please share. I am now pumped to do this.
Also a few areas I really need help in with my game is being able to have a conversation with girls without asking a million questions. Right now this is my weakest point. Any help would be nice. I need to conquer this side of my personality.
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My friend then reached for her bunny ears. She smiled and put them on him. He started wearing them and making fun of himself. The waitress seemed interested. She then asked if we wanted to go dance. Realizing we were in a large but empty club my friend decided to dance, but not in the way the waitress had imagined. He walked toward a pole, (Go-Go Poll, apparently Shanghai does not allow Strip Clubs) and jumped up on the pole and started dancing on it. Meanwhile, I watched from the background and encouraged him with the occasional laugh, clap, and whoop. All the waitresses gathered around and started watching my friend. They were extremely impressed. He then jumped down and pointed to the waitress that it was her turn. She got up on the stage and began dancing on the pole but in all honestly was very choppy, nervous, and in general bad. As she was doing this my friend looked over to me and said cross your arms. I did. We then applauded and went back to our booth. We ordered another round and now the head mistress of the club came over and wanted us to dance on-stage. My friend did so and went on stage.
Sure enough a circle of little Chinese waitress formed around him as he did a hilarious cripwalk/river dance move. As the waitresses tried to lean in he stuck out his hand and indicated that that they needed to back up. They wanted to do his funky dance. He however, kept them back while he did his moves by extending his hand and giving them the “let me work here” look. Eventually, he stopped pushing them back and got up close to one of them and taking her hands and hips showed her how to move. I could not control myself from smiling and laughing. The site of these cute little waitresses encircling my friend while he did his ghetto river dance was the most entertaining thing I had seen so far. Eventually, they ended up getting to a pole that was on stage. Again, he pushed the girls back as he prepared to do a stripper twirl. He kept it up and the girls remained entertained and excited. I kept trying to support my friend with smiles, laughs, and whistles. The atmosphere was very entertaining. The girls were now starting to dance on the pole in an awkward Asian fashion. It was too much. I couldn't stop laughing.
After all this excitement we sat down and I ordered another round for my friend and me. Eventually the head mistress and our waitress came over and started chatting with us. Using our vocal projection we had practiced earlier we were able to lean back and talk to them very casually. We used a few opportunities to lean in and softly whisper words into their ears. The waitress then walked up to my friend and gave him her name. He didn't even ask for it! It was great. The head mistress then introduced herself and we followed suit. She then invited us back to party on Saturday night and said that she would have free beers waiting for us if we got there by 8 PM. We told her that we would love too, but with one condition. That we wanted a front stage table reserved for us. She indicated that the she would and that two cold beers would be waiting for us when we arrived. We then finished are beers and told them that we had to leave. They waved goodbye and double checked to make sure that we were going to return. We walked out of the club on a high and caught a cab back to our hotel.
Once we got back to our hotel we decided to walk around and pick up some street vender food. We walked up to a dumpling cart and ordered our snacks. We turned around to find a group of white people walk towards us. White people stick out in Asia and so you instantly know they are foreigners like us. The group consisted of two girls and one guy. We said hi and the guy responded with a hello in a thick European accent. He then asked if the dumplings were good. I told him they were and that we were actually coming back to get more. The girls then started asking which ones we bought. We pointed to the ones we bought. I couldn't help but wonder where that accent came from. I really thought they were Russian. I asked them where they were from. They said where you think. Not thinking I said Russia, and her face indicated that she was pretty upset. I tried to cover my tracks by saying wait, wait, don't tell me, Africa. Still pissed off she did not understand the joke and said while pointing to her skin, "do I look like I am from Africa". I assured her it was just a joke but she was being bitchy. My friend then jumped in and said look we just want to know where you’re from and if your tell us we will leave. She paused for a moment, then looked down, and said "we are from the Ukraine". We smiled and said, "See that wasn't so hard, I hope you enjoy your night" and proceeded to walk away. I think I learned that Ukrainians do not like to be called Russian or African. We then took our dumplings back to the hotel and began talking about RSD and the tactics my friend employed.
My friend reminded me that the waitresses were more approachable because they were hired guns and the Ukrainians were not because they had no obligation to be nice to us. In fact the Ukrainians were what it really is like. This brought the high down a little. He then looked at me dead in the eye and said, if you were alone do you think you could have done what I did. I looked at him, and reflected on his behavior and that of my own. I behaved like a wallflower wall he became the lifeblood of the social scene. I told him that in all actuality I could but that my nerves are still too high strung to just cut loose like that. I want to be able to just go out and be able to have fun like that. I think the fun of the night was due to my friend. It was good to note how even in a disappointing scene of an empty club you still can turn it into a fun time. I could tell that he was having a blast doing his thing. Anyways, I just wanted to document this night here for future reflections. If the Community has any advice to help me be more engaging please share. I am now pumped to do this.
Also a few areas I really need help in with my game is being able to have a conversation with girls without asking a million questions. Right now this is my weakest point. Any help would be nice. I need to conquer this side of my personality.
PSlice
Tune onto the forbidden channel
And see it like it is baby"