Outing Report: Bar Hopping

That went well.

I went out and went bar hopping (again, all by myself). Again, I started the night in my head, not feeling so social.

I was thinking about my ex-girlfriend today and looking at pictures and cried for a little bit. It made me feel good.

But, anyway. I went out and started walking around just not feeling it. It was rough, and I was afraid that it'd be another night struggling to build momentum.

Finally, I got my ass inside a bar and boom, opened a set right away. A 32 year old hottie, and doncha know it, just didn't get the vibe from her. I don't know what she was thinking. This girl should've been all over me, but oh well.

I met a blond girl and she seemed into me. It was a good vibe, and her friends liked me too. But, the only girl in the group that I liked was there with her boyfriend. (ha ha... dork got dragged along for ladies night out.) But, I really have to start liking white girls. This blond was cute, but I just honestly felt nothing. Maybe I need to go live in Sweden for a little while. I think that'd do me some good.

But, I'm wandering off topic. The point is that I was doing fine, talking to girls and having fun. It wasn't so rough and bumpy like before. I hardly felt like I was alone.

In fact, I ran into a friend at the bar, so I decided to leave soon after. No friends allowed on this adventure.

Walking from bar to bar was when I realized how alone I was. Back to ground zero. A new bar and starting all over again.

This bar, I talked to a group of 4 girls and 1 guy. The girls opened up well, but half the group couldn't hear me. Then, one more guy came out of nowhere and stole my hat. Guess he felt threatened. I tried to teach one girl the explosion handshake and she just kept whining "I don't knoooow what you're doooooing..." It was the weirdest thing ever. A girl with no imagination or fun... she couldn't even figure out how to do a silly handshake. Then the other guy in the group kept asking me with super seriousness "are you a promoter for the bar?" Over and over, he kept asking me. Like I was at the wax museum and the guy had an electronic voice box in him.

The vibe got so weird that the one girl who I liked,and seemed to somewhat dig me, eventually just got turned off by the whole event. I graciously exited.

On my way out of the bar, I met another two set. Two girls from an international space convention - now that's fucking cool. One girl from DC, one girl from Canada, and they were out with a dozen other friends from Europe, Canada, etc.

These girls didn't really do it for me, but they were friendly and I had a good time talking with them. That's what it's all about. Good times.

And, once I finally left there was a hottie girl coming in the bar with her passport in hand. This girl was hot! So, I knew that I had to open her. I had to. So, I saw the passport and asked where she was from. She said Canada. I said "oh, are you part of the space group?"
She lit up, surprised that I knew anything about it. She went inside, but I decided not to follow.

The night went on like this. Another bar. Another bar. Each time I was in the sidewalk, I was once again alone. Each time I was in a bar, I had fun talking with the people.

Eventually, one set stuck and I connected with a girl for a little while. She was cute. We had a lot in common and we're practically neighbors, so it seemed all good. Only thing was that she was drunk, and it was both unattractive and killing my game. No pull. Got her number, and if by chance she remembers me tomorrow, then it should be rolling smooth from there. I mean, we're neighbors, so it's practically mandatory for us to fuck.

After that, I walked around and didn't see many more girls to approach. It was a good night. And, I think that clearly I'm going to have to spend some time really finding out how to find hot women. I really want the hottie hot hot women. Like mind bending and stuff. Of course, I have unique taste, so we'll see where that takes me.

Now I'm going to sleep. The Chamomile tea should kick in soon.