it comes with basic social cognizance. i wont claim to be the phil ivey of reading women (then again, i also dont have brothels loaning me 10s of millions of dollars), but i also dont find it very difficult. it's usually pretty obvious if you can read body language/context/tone.

GCG,

You go to places where it is just easy for people to start talking. Something where there is something to view (preferably on a TV) and then just start talking. The TV isn't necessary -- you can use something that happens but that then requires something to happen first so the sports on TV option is better.

Normally I would just wait for someone to talk to me but in your case you might need to speak first. The last time I did that Clinton was still in office and was actually the opener. Something had shot at the White House-- no real danger-- but it was all over the news. There was this guy that I had scene around forever but never met. I was waiting for my friend John. Target was watching the news so I asked him what happened even though I knew. Started talking and then waitress asked if I wanted another drink I said yes and asked him if he wanted one. Bought him a drink -- sat down at his table. One of his friends showed up -- had gone to the same law school as myself but before me so hit it off. My friend John showed up. Again he had never met target but both had seen each other around so were glad to meet.

We have a lot of events that get thousands of people coming like this. All campus parties and stuff that frats host, underagers all over the place and everybody knows it but it still goes down.

They even get some funding to host these events at like sports arenas or theaters and stuff, this is the first big event of the year.

Are raves fun? I always picture them to be full of people rolling balls sucking on binkis and grinding on each other.

You pay attention to the minutia and you just start to see patterns. Not only in women but in everything. A good way to approach it is to try to explain every action. Keep multiple explanations for behaviour ranked based on probability. Manipulate the situation based on the explanations for the behaviour as a way to increase or decrease the probability of an explanation.

Those are called candy kids.

Raves were amazing in the late 90s. My theory is that because everyone was on feel good drugs when the losers and freaks showed up people were welcoming. Eventually word got out and the raves were overrun by losers. It got to the point where it was all just children (13-17) and losers so the scene died. There are still some raves worth going to-- White Party in Montreal once a year for example-- but at least around here the scene died.

The rave was replaced by the after-hours club which is pretty much the same as a rave in an unlicensed club. These can be a lot of fun or suck depending on which one you go to.

Are all the "winning people" at these raves all geeked up on x or is it okay to be drunk. I just have no desire to do x or be associated with it(no hate and yes I know about studies that say its harmless)

Most of the time you won't have access to booze. I also feel you'd have trouble going till t6-7am without some kind of stimulant. That being said there is no requirement that you do drugs. You can come drunk and just have water but I think you'll get tired and likely sober up way before people start to go home.

All raves I've been to in the States sold alcohol, bunch of people just pound vodka red bulls all night.

Calm,

Have you been to Stereo?

That is what I would suggest for someone who is brand new to that scene. It is the PG version of an afterhours but also 18+ so keeps out the kiddies.

Sup bros, got a mixer tonight and the theme is high school stereo types. Let's hear some ideas.


USC I'm looking at you.

lol

I'd go with jock to the extent that you can pull it off. Or you could be original and go as like an emo kid or a nerd but people might think you're taking it too seriously and it might hurt your chances with the ladies.

Nerd could be done well in the winter such that you'd attract girls with the right outfit, but not in summer imo.

Depends where you go. When I go out to bars/clubs in the city I usually have my buddy with me who knows people in the club promotion industry so I have lots of friends/girls with me.

Random interaction of me at a local bar was cousin had just graduated college so I was meeting her there for drinks. Her roommate was coming to but my cousin was running late so when I got there the roommate was talking to 2 other girls at the bar. I went over at introduced myself and started talking. This group of foreign chicks bought some random layered shot and one of the girls commented that it looked good. I knew the bartender from being around so I asked him what it was and he asked if I wanted any - I said yeah I'll take 4. He gave me 4 doubles and only charged me for singles because he knows me - I'm not even really that much of a regular there but I have stopped by for dinner sometimes and we are on friendly terms. Anytime the bartenders/employees know you and hook you up you always look more awesome. Then my cousin showed up/I ran into people I knew from high school, pretty soon drinks are just being passed around and everyone's having a great time. Basically if you go anywhere and you're in a group that's having fun you're good to go.

GCG, I think you've mentioned you have attractive female friends. You should probably go out with them.

nerd or jock are the obvious choices.

You could also do emo-goth but that might be 80s high school only.

The burn out loser.

Mullen,

I try. I invite her out when she isn't working and accept every invitation she gives me.

Met some ppl today at the beach, spoke in my 2nd language even. Was cool. No phone numbers ldo.

Girls who are totally cool with the idea of going to strip clubs >>> girls who aren't.

+1

Except I would add a lot of additional >s

the black kid.

It was just something that struck me while out tonight. One of my friends was proposing heading to the strip club, and the idea didn't take right at first (as mentioned, my objection was needing to leave soon since I have to be up before 7). He said, "What about tomorrow?" Both girls gave a "well, sure, maybe" reaction. Nothing was committed to, but the reaction was enough to show that there was zero general anti-strip club sentiment within them.

I instantly thought, "Those two are way the hell more attractive to me on every level than girls who would be repulsed by the idea." (They're both friends of mine of a couple of years who are already attractive on other merits, but it genuinely bumped them up a notch even though I would have successfully guessed their reactions before I saw them.)

I remember the first time I went on a Vegas trip. I had a gf at the time. She at first said she didn't want me to go to a strip club. Then she quickly corrected herself and said she hoped I wouldn't go, but wouldn't tell me not to go. Then she later said I could go as long as I didn't tell her about it. Then she said she'd be mad if I went and told her, but not if I went and didn't tell her.

Then one night when we got back, I was drunk and she had me in a vulnerable state (if you know what I'm saying), she asked me if I had gone.

...

I ended up not going anyways because I was addicted to gamb00l (they had 5 dollar min craps on the night my friends wanted to go! you can't turn down 5 min craps!) on my first post 21 Vegas trip. tbh prob wouldn't have gone anyways. i dont see the appeal and have never been to one.

if there's a time to say it it's after this post

i'm not sure how long i've been sleeping for when i decide to roll over and check my phone that has been dropped so many times it is permanently set on silent. it's 11:30 on a friday night so i've been asleep for three hours. once friday comes around being asleep by 9 is a set routine thanks to a new landscaping job. counting by the days of the week or weeks in the month the job seems to get easier as time goes on. isolate an individual day and it's close to but not quite the opposite. if it was the opposite you would think by each hour's passing it would gradually get worse, as if each hour was one floor down on the elevator of dante's inferno parking garage, but this is a job and there's very little logic in the world of jobs. there's really no words to describe what takes place when such a change swiftly occurs after a twenty minute climax known as lunch.


LUNCH


directly to the left of the 11:30 time on my cell phone is the new text message symbol.
Christineeeee (916 227 5433)
how's the party?

- i'm not there yet. let me know how it is after you talk to someone who is.

Christineeee (916 2i2clearly7made5this4up33)
your brother says he's there and it's kool

- if you go we should car pool

at this point i have not consumed food since 5pm and she's on the way over. i quickly shower using the shampoo from my hair to double as body soap and only stopping at the essentials armpit-armpit-balls rinse. with no time for real food i take a vitamin c pill and one of my nephew's peanut butter ritz bitz snacks, that are otherwise reserved for his fourth grade lunches. i down both with with a glass of water and get a text that she's outside before i've realized the water came out warm from the faucet. the car ride conversation was just like any other conversation that happens between two people that have hooked up when they were young, each later being guilty of hooking up with their counter part's sibling, oh and a friend for good measure. everyone knows how that conversation goes down so i can skip ahead. we arrive and i part ways with my chauffeur christine for the night. everyone i meet has hit the stage of annoyingly drunk. one girl in particular is flirting with the line of emotionally unstable.


the girl wasn't new to me. she was the same girl from my first experience of combining roofs and sex, and has played a role in other stories. just the previous weekend i ignored her while i was out with my ex girlfriend which i think may be playing a part in the craziness i see in front of me on this night, but to let me walk around guilt free i'll rationalize that it's problems with her own ex who is at this party i'm at now. whoever is responsible is probably an ******* in some sorts because she's now in the driveway sitting against the front wheel of a car crying with only her friend willing to console her. a wiz khalifa "the thrill" and a blackout later i'm in a back room alone with her. i'm not sure how we got there but i am sure i couldn't name three pokemon, which as far as i'm concerned is the truest field sobriety test, but i manage to mumble something to the effect of

"condom. we need one but there's none. i know there isn't one and we need one because of joe rogan. yeah joe rogan that's why. give me head"

as far as i know that while drunk works the same as "it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are" to someone sober. my sample size is limited to one emotionally unstable drunk but i'm now laying back with my eyes closed getting worked on down below so you write the conclusion. i'm out of my mind drunk. i can't even tell if my dick is hard so i keep looking down to confirm it for myself. at this point i know there's no way i'm finishing. wait! she's already giving me head, and 69 is my favorite position from back when i had a girlfriend, so drunk logic says i'm only one step away from cumming. i think it goes without saying that the rule of eating out a vagina is only doing it with someone you trust or my personal rule is only a girlfriend. just like you need someone to tell you not to drive after "the thrill" you need someone to speak out on this. i didn't bring a car to this party so i'm now 69'ing. she's working harder on me now that she's getting something in return but it's not enough. in the closest i'll ever get to my ape instincts i flip her over and put in hard thrusts from behind. savage thrusts from behind. i'm gaining leverage by using one hand against the wall for support. i pull-out out of instinct and finish on the side of a bare leg as reality starts to creep in. i thought i told myself only condoms from here on out? before i can even reprimand myself i notice there's blood on my hands. not figuratively but literally. flash backs from falling on the street cutting my hand with a bombay bottle come rushing through me. i manage to let out a what the ****. i look down and that situation is covered in blood as well. what the ****. wait really what the ****. while finding articles of clothing and putting them on she sheepishly says i tried to tell you. tried to tell me? when? wait what the **** was it another time or did i go down on her tonight? i rub the only non infected area, the back of my hand, onto my face. it goes from white skin to indian war paint. what the ****. oh what the ****. i grab my pants that have my boxers inside of them and go to the bathroom. putting neither on but instead using them as a shield for my bloody embarrassment. i walk into the bathroom and flick on the light switch in a simultaneous motion as i turn to my left where i know the mirror is. what the ****, what the ****, wait no. oh my god i'm going to... i put my head down to the toilet and brace myself for volcano to erupt. nothing comes out.

i want to stress i haven't sobered up at all through this so logic is more out of the window than any job world that could exist in any universe.

i must have swallowed some of the blood during this experience. oh god i have aid's guts. huaahhhhh echos as i dry heave by the toilet. i need this out of me it's the only way i can live with myself. i've stuck my finger down my throat to get rid of alcohol before surely it's the same. i stick the finger down and nothing comes up. wait.. there's nothing to even come up i only had ritz peanut butter crackers that are proportioned for fourth graders. wait something even more alarming is setting in. oh god! i just stuck a vagina blood finger down my throat. what a twister mind ****. huaaaahhhh! the only thing that could have saved me was the very problem to begin with. i'm in my own personal SAW movie. i look to my right and i see the shower. i'll baptize myself away from this and at worst i'll slip on a bar of soap and end it all for good. i turn on the water, jump in and just begin taking water to the face. i have my face as close as i can physically get to that shower head. i first spit the water out as much as i can and then begin swallowing it which i can only now rationalize as a method of cleaning my insides or the weakest attempt at suicide ever recorded. as my head is held back and eyes closed my mind is going through all types of thoughts as fast as the water itself is coming down onto me. when i stop to crack a smile and think... i bet i look like a human blastoise right now. oh blastoise! only two more to go before i'm all good.

first after gg's tr

EPIC

well that is an interesting story you have there