Well, my inner chode reared his gnarled head and really bit me in the ass on Saturday night. Here’s what happened. I went to a party at a downtown theater with a bunch of work friends (by theater I mean the kind where they have plays and stuff). The first half of the party took place on the roof–highlighted by a killer view of the city–and the second half of the party took place in a workshop in the recesses of the theater.
One work friend, this girl Angelina, who I’ve only interacted with a couple of times previously, was present, and I found myself attracted to her. In fact, after I opened her, I realized she was totally AWESOME. Cute, smart, super athletic, single, well traveled, etc etc. She is exactly what I would consider relationship material, even though I’m not currently looking for an LTR.
So what was the problem here? I was with a bunch of work friends and I allowed this to totally stall my game. I was fearful of macking on Angelina in front of them. I think my reasoning was that they would judge me poorly if I got rejected, which is mega-outcome dependent. Who gives a crap, right? On top of that, I have a general policy of not dating people I work with, which I’m more than happy to break under the right circumstances, but at the party I let it hold me back.
As the party progressed, I threw her some kino and engaged her with a few stories, just to see if she was into me. She responded and kino’ed back. In fact, as we interacted more, I could tell she was totally attracted to me. At one point, we’re hanging out on the roof and she says, “It’s cold, I need to cuddle with someone,” and looks at me. Great! Perfect opportunity, right? Cuddle, makeout, hookup, easy as 1-2-3. Paint by numbers game. It was at this point that my inner chode possessed my body and turned me into a little baby bitch. I didn’t do shit! I wussed out! Perfect opportunity: blown. I said something lame and let the attraction die a meek death.
She socialized with other people at the party and eventually left. I drank a bunch of beers and got trashed. Friends and fellow playerz, this is what happens when a) you have weak game, and b) you haven’t been practicing your game, ie not going out a lot. Your game gets rusty and you start devolving into Gollum from Lord of the Rings. Don’t let this happen to you.
(Smeagol would likes to buy you dinner and flowers…*Gollum!*)
I also got too drunk, which really screws up my calibration. I need to fix that.
Two sticking points identified:
- I’m scared of macking on chicks around work friends. Solution: mack on chicks around work friends every chance I get.
- Using alcohol to have fun at parties. Solution: Don’t drink. Have fun macking on chicks instead.
There were a few bright spots from the evening. After the party, a bunch of us stopped by an all-night pizza joint downtown. As soon as I walked in the door, I spotted a 3-set of chicks sitting in a booth. I walked straight over, sat in the booth, and gamed up the chicks. Ended up having a great 30′ interaction with them. For some reason my game was super-tight during this stretch. I ran a sexual convo ladder and it worked like a charm: crazy dating stories->craziest place you’ve had sex->when did you lose your virginity. You can read a bit more about that ladder here. The three chicks were not what I consider hot…they were like a cross between Goth chicks and townie rednecks, with multiple mouth piercings, and they came across as confused. Incidentally, two of the chicks had lost their virginity to the same guy in the same night, although not as part of a threesome. Figure that one out.
I ejected from the set when my friends left. I didn’t do any kind of close because I wasn’t attracted to them, but the experience was fun. Afterwards, went home and spanked it.
I’m going to run some email game on Angelina and see if I can spark it up again. I might even ask her out on a date, even though I HATE dates. Barf!
Will report more if anything develops.