It's been just under a month since my last post. No. I didn't die. Haha. I'm currently on my college break, and I'm just chilling out playing video games. Playing some LoL and Minecraft while listening to music is a good way to kill time. Speaking of LoL, I finally got back into jungling. Mainly Yi and Malphite.
Apart from gaming, I've been going out on my usual Saturday outing. Meeting new people and what-not. To my luck, there was a fireworks show at Darling Harbour in celebration of Easter. My mate was being a smartass and dared me to talk to a random girl and say "On a scale of 1 to 10, how romantic is this?" I actually did, which gave the group a good laugh. I was surprised when the girl told me she was a lesbian, so that blew me out of the set.
I guess this is just a quick update to let any readers know that I'm still around. I'm just on break and I feel like chilling out. I only have break for another week. For now though, peace.
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Wednesday, 11 April 2012
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
Kimochi-ii
I'm sure you all know I trek out to the city every Saturday to sarge (pick up girls). And the previous Saturday was fun as usual.
The planned meet-up time was at 11am. I easily killed that by 3 hours. I woke up late and on top of that, I wanted to have a decent breakfast. When I finally did make it to the city. The guys that were already there were telling me about what happened. They were sarging at Central station. It was set-rich according to them and they were approaching left, right and center. There was an old lady sitting nearby them and after about 20 minutes, she thought they were dealing drugs and/or harassing women and called the cops. Cops came and pretty much interrogated them. Got their details down and everything. It killed the next few hours for them. One guys even left early because he took it in pretty bad. This created a bad vibe and energy within the group and eventually the whole group was doing shit.
That didn't matter though. We picked it up later in the day and turned out to be a fun night. First off, one of the guys in our group opened a single set and ended up getting an instant date with her. While that was going down, me and the rest of the group decided to head off deeper into the city. We still couldn't muster the energy to open on our own will, so we took it upon ourselves to start up a Round-Robin. To put it briefly, it's a game where the group will point out a set, and you HAVE to open. It's a fun game and always works in getting the ball rolling. So a few hours of that and we're feeling pretty good. Off to World Square we go.
The guys open a few sets. I eventually spot a 2-set walking. They were dressed up and looked fine. I come alongside them and I make sure I grabbed their attention before I say anything. One of them look my way and I open. Before I go into the transcript, I'll make a point. A majority of what you say actually comes from your body. According to statistics (which I'm not too sure is exactly correct), 80% of what you say alone is from your body language. And this is something that's been occupying my mind lately when I go out sarging. Anyway. Here's how it went down.
Me: "Hey guys. My friend just dared me to talk to you guys at least 2 minutes. And if I don't, I lose $20."
They smile. At which point, I knew I was in.
Her: "Ok."
Me: "I'm Victor." [Extends hand]
They introduce themselves with Japanese names, so I take the opportunity and use it as a a conversational thread. I inquire a bit about them. After a bit more chatter, one of my wingmen comes in. I introduce him. He knew which one my target was, so he tended to the other girl. We talked for a bit and my target asked us if we could recommend them some good clubs. They told us they were planning to go grab a bite at Star Bar and then head off clubbing.
Me: "You guys get sick of Asian food or something?"
They laughed and my wingman jumps in.
Him: "Do you guys like Kimuchi?"
Of course he had the wrong name and they corrected him on it actually being 'Kimchi', and that it's Korean and not Japanese. We split the set and talk furthermore. Then my target turns around and says to my wingman: "Oh sorry. She doesn't speak English very well." She then asked us if we knew any Japanese. My friend didn't, but I tried the best I could.
Me: "I know 'arigatou'. And uh, kimochi."
They both looked at me and gave this intriguing smile wondering if I actually knew what I was talking about. I knew that I was stepping into sexual-innuendo territory.
Me: "Kimochi-ii."
They both cracked up and my target playfully slapped her friend on the shoulder and said something in Japanese. Heh. It was my first time trying sexual innuendo, and it was in another language! It worked out in my favor and I was glad. We walked them to Star Bar. I shoot for the number-close and get it. This next part threw me off a fair bit. Usually when I get the number, I save it into my contacts and put my phone away. After she said something to her friend, she looked back at me and said "Have you called me yet?" I was confused. I thought to myself: did I really build this much rapport with her? I guess I did, because I called her, I followed with "Hey. I think you're really cute and I'd love something to remember you by. Would it be ok with you to grab a photo?" She agreed. We got a random to take the photo and then we bid adieú. I wouldn't mind seeing them again sometime. Too bad they were much older than me. Specifically speaking, they were 26 and 31. And they didn't know my age. :P
We crossed the road and as we were talking amongst ourselves while walking, I spot this 3-set of cute Asians. We walked past them a fair bit and eventually I was like "Fuck it" and walked back and opened them with my wingman.
Me: "Hey guys. Quick question. Me and my friend here were in a bet, and he lost. Now I can't think of a good dare for him to do. But you guys seem like fun, what do you recommend?"
They all give their input, at which point I say.
Me: "Haha, you guys are cool. What are your names?" and I extend my hand.
The interaction went really well. We have this rule. The rule is: If there are more girls than guys, anyone else can come in to match the numbers. So, 3 girls, and 2 guys. And another one enters. We split the set up. One girl each and I was doing really well with my target. Ten minutes of conversation pass and I ask:
Me: [Smiles] "Has it been long enough to do the number thing?" [Pulls out phone]
Her: [Smiles] Sorry. I don't give my number out to randoms. But I'll let you add me on Facebook."
Me: "Fair enough. What was your name again?"
Her: "Ok, I lied. My name isn't actually Sarah. It's Sissy."
This brought up another conversational thread. We ended up talking for another 10 minutes and I'm like: "You know what. I think you're a pretty genuine girl. Let's play a game. If you lose, you owe me your number." She laughs and agrees. I go into my 5-Lies game routine. And of course, she lost. So she gives me her number. I felt good because it was the first time I ever took the courage to work around a resistance. And I succeeded. Twenty more minutes of conversation and I eventually tell them we have to go. I give her a hug, but instead of letting go, I hold her there for a few seconds while I whisper in her ear. I could hear friends giggling away on the side. After my 'intimate' ear-whispering, I see her cheek there and think to myself: I'm already here... Might as well... And I peck her on the cheek. Look her in the eyes and then peck her on the right cheek and left cheek again. It was a good interaction. I absolutely enjoyed myself. My wingman was kind of annoyed though. He was actually starting to fall for his target, and then he finds out she's already taken. Unlucky.
I'm satisfied with the length of this post. So I'll leave it as it is. The night was great.
The planned meet-up time was at 11am. I easily killed that by 3 hours. I woke up late and on top of that, I wanted to have a decent breakfast. When I finally did make it to the city. The guys that were already there were telling me about what happened. They were sarging at Central station. It was set-rich according to them and they were approaching left, right and center. There was an old lady sitting nearby them and after about 20 minutes, she thought they were dealing drugs and/or harassing women and called the cops. Cops came and pretty much interrogated them. Got their details down and everything. It killed the next few hours for them. One guys even left early because he took it in pretty bad. This created a bad vibe and energy within the group and eventually the whole group was doing shit.
That didn't matter though. We picked it up later in the day and turned out to be a fun night. First off, one of the guys in our group opened a single set and ended up getting an instant date with her. While that was going down, me and the rest of the group decided to head off deeper into the city. We still couldn't muster the energy to open on our own will, so we took it upon ourselves to start up a Round-Robin. To put it briefly, it's a game where the group will point out a set, and you HAVE to open. It's a fun game and always works in getting the ball rolling. So a few hours of that and we're feeling pretty good. Off to World Square we go.
The guys open a few sets. I eventually spot a 2-set walking. They were dressed up and looked fine. I come alongside them and I make sure I grabbed their attention before I say anything. One of them look my way and I open. Before I go into the transcript, I'll make a point. A majority of what you say actually comes from your body. According to statistics (which I'm not too sure is exactly correct), 80% of what you say alone is from your body language. And this is something that's been occupying my mind lately when I go out sarging. Anyway. Here's how it went down.
Me: "Hey guys. My friend just dared me to talk to you guys at least 2 minutes. And if I don't, I lose $20."
They smile. At which point, I knew I was in.
Her: "Ok."
Me: "I'm Victor." [Extends hand]
They introduce themselves with Japanese names, so I take the opportunity and use it as a a conversational thread. I inquire a bit about them. After a bit more chatter, one of my wingmen comes in. I introduce him. He knew which one my target was, so he tended to the other girl. We talked for a bit and my target asked us if we could recommend them some good clubs. They told us they were planning to go grab a bite at Star Bar and then head off clubbing.
Me: "You guys get sick of Asian food or something?"
They laughed and my wingman jumps in.
Him: "Do you guys like Kimuchi?"
Of course he had the wrong name and they corrected him on it actually being 'Kimchi', and that it's Korean and not Japanese. We split the set and talk furthermore. Then my target turns around and says to my wingman: "Oh sorry. She doesn't speak English very well." She then asked us if we knew any Japanese. My friend didn't, but I tried the best I could.
Me: "I know 'arigatou'. And uh, kimochi."
They both looked at me and gave this intriguing smile wondering if I actually knew what I was talking about. I knew that I was stepping into sexual-innuendo territory.
Me: "Kimochi-ii."
They both cracked up and my target playfully slapped her friend on the shoulder and said something in Japanese. Heh. It was my first time trying sexual innuendo, and it was in another language! It worked out in my favor and I was glad. We walked them to Star Bar. I shoot for the number-close and get it. This next part threw me off a fair bit. Usually when I get the number, I save it into my contacts and put my phone away. After she said something to her friend, she looked back at me and said "Have you called me yet?" I was confused. I thought to myself: did I really build this much rapport with her? I guess I did, because I called her, I followed with "Hey. I think you're really cute and I'd love something to remember you by. Would it be ok with you to grab a photo?" She agreed. We got a random to take the photo and then we bid adieú. I wouldn't mind seeing them again sometime. Too bad they were much older than me. Specifically speaking, they were 26 and 31. And they didn't know my age. :P
We crossed the road and as we were talking amongst ourselves while walking, I spot this 3-set of cute Asians. We walked past them a fair bit and eventually I was like "Fuck it" and walked back and opened them with my wingman.
Me: "Hey guys. Quick question. Me and my friend here were in a bet, and he lost. Now I can't think of a good dare for him to do. But you guys seem like fun, what do you recommend?"
They all give their input, at which point I say.
Me: "Haha, you guys are cool. What are your names?" and I extend my hand.
The interaction went really well. We have this rule. The rule is: If there are more girls than guys, anyone else can come in to match the numbers. So, 3 girls, and 2 guys. And another one enters. We split the set up. One girl each and I was doing really well with my target. Ten minutes of conversation pass and I ask:
Me: [Smiles] "Has it been long enough to do the number thing?" [Pulls out phone]
Her: [Smiles] Sorry. I don't give my number out to randoms. But I'll let you add me on Facebook."
Me: "Fair enough. What was your name again?"
Her: "Ok, I lied. My name isn't actually Sarah. It's Sissy."
This brought up another conversational thread. We ended up talking for another 10 minutes and I'm like: "You know what. I think you're a pretty genuine girl. Let's play a game. If you lose, you owe me your number." She laughs and agrees. I go into my 5-Lies game routine. And of course, she lost. So she gives me her number. I felt good because it was the first time I ever took the courage to work around a resistance. And I succeeded. Twenty more minutes of conversation and I eventually tell them we have to go. I give her a hug, but instead of letting go, I hold her there for a few seconds while I whisper in her ear. I could hear friends giggling away on the side. After my 'intimate' ear-whispering, I see her cheek there and think to myself: I'm already here... Might as well... And I peck her on the cheek. Look her in the eyes and then peck her on the right cheek and left cheek again. It was a good interaction. I absolutely enjoyed myself. My wingman was kind of annoyed though. He was actually starting to fall for his target, and then he finds out she's already taken. Unlucky.
I'm satisfied with the length of this post. So I'll leave it as it is. The night was great.
Monday, 12 March 2012
She looked legal as hell!
Specifically speaking, I'm referring to my Saturday outing last week, and not the one that just passed. It was Mardi Gra here in Australia; me and the usual group were out sarging. We walked past Galaxy World by Town Hall station when I saw a 2-set of Asians. Hot as fuck for sure. They were a bit small in terms of height, but hey, most Asian girls are. So I nudge one of my wingmen and I tell him to open. At first, I just wanted to see him open. I didn't expect myself to come in and wing. But that - I did.
I come in.
Me: "Oh hey, Josh. How you been? Who are your new friends?"
Him: "I don't know. They haven't told me yet."
Me: "Well, what are your names, guys?"
They introduce themselves and we talk briefly until I feel a lull in the conversation. I cut the interaction short and transition to the number close.
Me: "I know we only just met, but we really have to get going. Give us your numbers and we'll grab a coffee sometime."
And so they did. It was a quick number-close. But it was our first one of the day. We had yet to warm up. Just to break the speed of the post for a moment, I'll tell you about the texts following that night. We had a few back-and-forth texts going and I eventually find out she's only 15. I look back on that night and think to myself: "She looked hella legal. Jailbait for sure." And I saw a few pictures uploaded on her FB. She has a well-developed body and a fashion sense that screams "All the guys want this."
Back on speed. We walked around some more and decided to check out the Mardi Gra parade. We get to a crossing when I spot a 3-set to our left. Asians. Again, hot as hell. I notify my friend of them and he says he'll open when we cross the road. Cross the road. He opens. He picks his target and I go and occupy the other two.
Me: [Smile] Hi. I'm Victor.
Her: [Surprised/intrigued look] Didn't... Didn't we meet before?
Me: [Slightly confused now] Really?
Her: Yeh! Outside Galaxy World!
Me: Oh haha, what a surprise.
I think to myself: "Well... Shit." and I tell my wingman to eject. I tell him why I wanted him to eject and he just cracked up. And we continued on to the park near the parade. We spot this 2-set of hot Blondes. My friend opens first, and I see him ever so subtlety stand in between them and put his arms around their waists. I come in.
Apparently they were looking for something called the Fountain. She was obviously intoxicated to some extent and had trouble walking.
Me: "Do you need help walking?"
Her: "Haha, no. I'm ok."
Me: "Bullshit you are."
And I picked her up and carried her around. And it was funny because as I was doing that, there other guys trying to hit on her and she was literally telling them to "Fuck off". We eventually never got around to finding the Fountain and we were getting bored. So we went off back to our group and proceeded to the parade itself. It just finished. But we ended up walking up the street where the parade was held. On the way back, I see this lone Asian girl walking alongside me. I say to my friend: "There's a single set over there if you want it." He replies "Nah, you can take it if you want."
I look at her and say "Why are you by yourself?" with a warm, welcoming smile. My smile is met with a smile of her own, and we ended up talking for a good 5 minutes as we walked down the street. Turns out she's studying at a Uni close by to my college. So I said "Hey, seeing as you're so close to me, we should grab a coffee during our break sometime." She agrees and hands me her number.
Fast forward a few more hours in the night. We're on the Darling Harbour bridge. We're sitting down looking for potential sets to open. It was already 2am, so pedestrian traffic was dying down. Though I did spot these cute Blonde girls walking behind me. They had their heels in their hands and were walking bare foot. I couldn't think of anything to say, but as they got within proximity of me, I open with a situational opener.
Me: "Why don't you guys just wear your heels?"
Girl1: [Stops walking and I see a smirk roll across her face] Do you know how painful these are?
Me: "I'd assume a lot. [Gets up, smiles] But I can carry you if you like."
They both laugh.
Girl1: No. I'm alright.
I start walking with them to their hotel while we're conversing. And then one of my wingmen comes in and I introduce him. We practically talked to them for about 40 minutes. To my surprise, they were both 26 and married. It was a fun interaction nonetheless. And I enjoyed myself. We called it a night after that.
I come in.
Me: "Oh hey, Josh. How you been? Who are your new friends?"
Him: "I don't know. They haven't told me yet."
Me: "Well, what are your names, guys?"
They introduce themselves and we talk briefly until I feel a lull in the conversation. I cut the interaction short and transition to the number close.
Me: "I know we only just met, but we really have to get going. Give us your numbers and we'll grab a coffee sometime."
And so they did. It was a quick number-close. But it was our first one of the day. We had yet to warm up. Just to break the speed of the post for a moment, I'll tell you about the texts following that night. We had a few back-and-forth texts going and I eventually find out she's only 15. I look back on that night and think to myself: "She looked hella legal. Jailbait for sure." And I saw a few pictures uploaded on her FB. She has a well-developed body and a fashion sense that screams "All the guys want this."
Back on speed. We walked around some more and decided to check out the Mardi Gra parade. We get to a crossing when I spot a 3-set to our left. Asians. Again, hot as hell. I notify my friend of them and he says he'll open when we cross the road. Cross the road. He opens. He picks his target and I go and occupy the other two.
Me: [Smile] Hi. I'm Victor.
Her: [Surprised/intrigued look] Didn't... Didn't we meet before?
Me: [Slightly confused now] Really?
Her: Yeh! Outside Galaxy World!
Me: Oh haha, what a surprise.
I think to myself: "Well... Shit." and I tell my wingman to eject. I tell him why I wanted him to eject and he just cracked up. And we continued on to the park near the parade. We spot this 2-set of hot Blondes. My friend opens first, and I see him ever so subtlety stand in between them and put his arms around their waists. I come in.
Apparently they were looking for something called the Fountain. She was obviously intoxicated to some extent and had trouble walking.
Me: "Do you need help walking?"
Her: "Haha, no. I'm ok."
Me: "Bullshit you are."
And I picked her up and carried her around. And it was funny because as I was doing that, there other guys trying to hit on her and she was literally telling them to "Fuck off". We eventually never got around to finding the Fountain and we were getting bored. So we went off back to our group and proceeded to the parade itself. It just finished. But we ended up walking up the street where the parade was held. On the way back, I see this lone Asian girl walking alongside me. I say to my friend: "There's a single set over there if you want it." He replies "Nah, you can take it if you want."
I look at her and say "Why are you by yourself?" with a warm, welcoming smile. My smile is met with a smile of her own, and we ended up talking for a good 5 minutes as we walked down the street. Turns out she's studying at a Uni close by to my college. So I said "Hey, seeing as you're so close to me, we should grab a coffee during our break sometime." She agrees and hands me her number.
Fast forward a few more hours in the night. We're on the Darling Harbour bridge. We're sitting down looking for potential sets to open. It was already 2am, so pedestrian traffic was dying down. Though I did spot these cute Blonde girls walking behind me. They had their heels in their hands and were walking bare foot. I couldn't think of anything to say, but as they got within proximity of me, I open with a situational opener.
Me: "Why don't you guys just wear your heels?"
Girl1: [Stops walking and I see a smirk roll across her face] Do you know how painful these are?
Me: "I'd assume a lot. [Gets up, smiles] But I can carry you if you like."
They both laugh.
Girl1: No. I'm alright.
I start walking with them to their hotel while we're conversing. And then one of my wingmen comes in and I introduce him. We practically talked to them for about 40 minutes. To my surprise, they were both 26 and married. It was a fun interaction nonetheless. And I enjoyed myself. We called it a night after that.
Monday, 20 February 2012
Night Out Clubbing
First of all, excuse my recent disappearance. I've been busy with college and was pretty much hungover throughout Sunday.
In a previous post, I mentioned that I like to do a bit of pick-up here and there. There are a group of three guys on Youtube that make videos centered around pick-up. SimplePickup is the name of their channel and they recently opened up their own forum. I decided to check it out the first day it was up and I stumbled across the sub-forum titled 'Find a Wingman'. Now I've only been out sarging with one of my mates from school, but up until recently, he hasn't been able to hang out during the late hours of the night. So I started up a thread on the forum. To my surprise, a lot of guys posted. And there we were organising our first meetup on a Saturday.
At first, there were about two solid people coming. However, on Friday night and Saturday morning, I was hit with a few private messages from guys that were interested in tagging along. After my business seminar, my phone was going off like crazy from the guys looking to meetup. I get around to the spot just after 5pm and I meet up with two other guys. We decide to start warming up while we wait for the others. One of the guys decides to go first. He approaches a woman from behind. And to his surprise, she turns out to be old. He briefly changes his initial statement and asks her if she was someone he knew. We walk up another floor and I spot two girls leaning up against a railing. I approach.
Establish eye contact.
Give a bright smile.
"Hey guys. I just got into an argument with my friend over there and I wanted to get a female's opinion on something. Who do you think lie more - men or women?"
They replied and that was when I noticed their heavy accents. I asked where they were from and they told me they were from Chile. Not bad looking. I bid adieu and meet up with the others. Another phone call and we find ourselves waiting for three others. It was funny. Such a big group. Like a flash mob.
We decide to head off to Darling Harbor (Australian readers should know this place) and this is where I spot a cute two-set sitting down by the water. I approach.
Walk around in front of them.
Make eye contact and smile.
"Hey guys, [proceeds into opinion opener]"
They give their response and we start talking for a bit.
Then one of the guys from the group starts walking up and says a surprisingly good one-liner.
"The wingman is here!"
They gave out a laugh and we continued talking some more. I'll admit, the way my wingman came in was executed perfectly. My wingman tells them that we had to get going and that they should give us their numbers. Only one of them decided to give out their number. We grabbed that and headed off to meet with the others. A few congratulations from the rest of the group and we're off to the Darling Harbor bridge. One of the guys spots a three-set walking in the opposite direction. He walks up and opens. Instead of stopping them, he decides to walk alongside them. A few minutes go by and he's out of our sight. If he didn't get a number, we were going to be disappointed. He returns and we ask him what happened. Apparently his target was already in a relationship and thus he was rejected. It was all good though. After that we went off and grabbed some dinner.
After a quick feed, we head off to the inner city. And this is where it starts to get interesting. We start opening sets left, right and center. One of them opened a (very) hot Chinese girl. After what seemed like 15 minutes, he walks out with a number as she heads off to meet up with a friend. Another person from our group opens up an Asian girl sitting down by herself. This turned out to be a long one. Almost 20 minutes. Sadly, he wasn't able to get a number.
We decide the current location was getting a bit dead so we walk around for an hour or so until the clubs start opening up. Star Bar was the first place we hit up. It wasn't out type of venue seeing as there were mostly guys. We left and headed in a place called Pavillion right across from Star Bar. This was pretty interesting. One of use opened a six-set sitting down around a table. He seemed to handle himself well considering the music was blaring. Me and another guy walk out on the dance floor to have a bit of fun. I notice two girls dancing behind me. I slip my arm around her waist and (sort of) shout into her ear.
"Where's your dates?"
She points to her friend as we continue dancing. A bit more talking and then I hear a sound coming from somewhere. We were standing next to the smoke hose and next thing I know, we're surrounded in smoke. We can't see shit. The smoke clears up and the girls run off laughing to go grab a drink. We give up and decide to head out on to the streets. Upon walking around the train station mall, we spot a group of girls sitting outside. They looked a bit intoxicated. My wingman approaches and puts his hands out in a hi-5 motion. They reciprocate. In a good way too. I jump in.
"What's the occasion?"
"Friend's 18th [whooo]"
"Oh really? Who's 18th?"
An cute Asian next to her puts her hands in the air and shouts "Miiinnne".
She made me laugh and immediately grabs my interest. I ask her where they're headed off to and a bit more conversational fluff. As they're about to leave, I say:
"Before you guys head off, let me give you a birthday present."
I hug her for a few seconds and kiss her on the cheeks. Left cheek. Right cheek. Now I'm about to lean in for the kiss on the lips. As this is about to happen, her Blonde friend decides to come in a pull her away jokingly... COCK-BLOCKED! All fun and games though. We grab a bottle of Smirnoff and head off to Darling Harbor yet again. A grab a seat next to the water and we notice three of our guys are missing. We look around and realise they weren't actually missing. They had just approached a group of six girls sitting down. I could swear they were talking to them for a good 30-40 minutes. I believe they walked out with a few numbers. At this point, the buzz from the Smirnoff makes my memory a bit hazy. But I do recall grabbing a coffee at Starbucks. And then doing some more sarging.
[A lot of shit happens for the next few hours which I'm too lazy to write about]
The time is 3:30am and I'm tired as hell. There's only two of us now. My main wing and I. Luckily enough, he's catching the same bus as me. And he looks after me while I doze off to sleep on the steps nearby the bus area. He wakes me up and we get on the bus. Then I get my one last good look of the night. A perfect 10/10 Asian at the front of the bus. She was fine as hell. I'm just way too tired to do anything though. And the thought of the people on the packed bus hearing the conversation seemed to scare me. My wing wakes me up and tells me not to fall asleep and miss my stop. He laughs as he walks off the bus. Then it was just me. Of course, I fell asleep. I wake up and look outside. I just missed my stop. Fuuuuu-. I ran up to the front and request for the bus driver to let me off. And so he did.
Streets were dead at this point. Not a single being or car in sight. Another 10 minutes of walking and I'm home. Home. At last. Good night... Good night it was.
There may be a few mistakes in this post. I wrote it on a whim.
In a previous post, I mentioned that I like to do a bit of pick-up here and there. There are a group of three guys on Youtube that make videos centered around pick-up. SimplePickup is the name of their channel and they recently opened up their own forum. I decided to check it out the first day it was up and I stumbled across the sub-forum titled 'Find a Wingman'. Now I've only been out sarging with one of my mates from school, but up until recently, he hasn't been able to hang out during the late hours of the night. So I started up a thread on the forum. To my surprise, a lot of guys posted. And there we were organising our first meetup on a Saturday.
At first, there were about two solid people coming. However, on Friday night and Saturday morning, I was hit with a few private messages from guys that were interested in tagging along. After my business seminar, my phone was going off like crazy from the guys looking to meetup. I get around to the spot just after 5pm and I meet up with two other guys. We decide to start warming up while we wait for the others. One of the guys decides to go first. He approaches a woman from behind. And to his surprise, she turns out to be old. He briefly changes his initial statement and asks her if she was someone he knew. We walk up another floor and I spot two girls leaning up against a railing. I approach.
Establish eye contact.
Give a bright smile.
"Hey guys. I just got into an argument with my friend over there and I wanted to get a female's opinion on something. Who do you think lie more - men or women?"
They replied and that was when I noticed their heavy accents. I asked where they were from and they told me they were from Chile. Not bad looking. I bid adieu and meet up with the others. Another phone call and we find ourselves waiting for three others. It was funny. Such a big group. Like a flash mob.
We decide to head off to Darling Harbor (Australian readers should know this place) and this is where I spot a cute two-set sitting down by the water. I approach.
Walk around in front of them.
Make eye contact and smile.
"Hey guys, [proceeds into opinion opener]"
They give their response and we start talking for a bit.
Then one of the guys from the group starts walking up and says a surprisingly good one-liner.
"The wingman is here!"
They gave out a laugh and we continued talking some more. I'll admit, the way my wingman came in was executed perfectly. My wingman tells them that we had to get going and that they should give us their numbers. Only one of them decided to give out their number. We grabbed that and headed off to meet with the others. A few congratulations from the rest of the group and we're off to the Darling Harbor bridge. One of the guys spots a three-set walking in the opposite direction. He walks up and opens. Instead of stopping them, he decides to walk alongside them. A few minutes go by and he's out of our sight. If he didn't get a number, we were going to be disappointed. He returns and we ask him what happened. Apparently his target was already in a relationship and thus he was rejected. It was all good though. After that we went off and grabbed some dinner.
After a quick feed, we head off to the inner city. And this is where it starts to get interesting. We start opening sets left, right and center. One of them opened a (very) hot Chinese girl. After what seemed like 15 minutes, he walks out with a number as she heads off to meet up with a friend. Another person from our group opens up an Asian girl sitting down by herself. This turned out to be a long one. Almost 20 minutes. Sadly, he wasn't able to get a number.
We decide the current location was getting a bit dead so we walk around for an hour or so until the clubs start opening up. Star Bar was the first place we hit up. It wasn't out type of venue seeing as there were mostly guys. We left and headed in a place called Pavillion right across from Star Bar. This was pretty interesting. One of use opened a six-set sitting down around a table. He seemed to handle himself well considering the music was blaring. Me and another guy walk out on the dance floor to have a bit of fun. I notice two girls dancing behind me. I slip my arm around her waist and (sort of) shout into her ear.
"Where's your dates?"
She points to her friend as we continue dancing. A bit more talking and then I hear a sound coming from somewhere. We were standing next to the smoke hose and next thing I know, we're surrounded in smoke. We can't see shit. The smoke clears up and the girls run off laughing to go grab a drink. We give up and decide to head out on to the streets. Upon walking around the train station mall, we spot a group of girls sitting outside. They looked a bit intoxicated. My wingman approaches and puts his hands out in a hi-5 motion. They reciprocate. In a good way too. I jump in.
"What's the occasion?"
"Friend's 18th [whooo]"
"Oh really? Who's 18th?"
An cute Asian next to her puts her hands in the air and shouts "Miiinnne".
She made me laugh and immediately grabs my interest. I ask her where they're headed off to and a bit more conversational fluff. As they're about to leave, I say:
"Before you guys head off, let me give you a birthday present."
I hug her for a few seconds and kiss her on the cheeks. Left cheek. Right cheek. Now I'm about to lean in for the kiss on the lips. As this is about to happen, her Blonde friend decides to come in a pull her away jokingly... COCK-BLOCKED! All fun and games though. We grab a bottle of Smirnoff and head off to Darling Harbor yet again. A grab a seat next to the water and we notice three of our guys are missing. We look around and realise they weren't actually missing. They had just approached a group of six girls sitting down. I could swear they were talking to them for a good 30-40 minutes. I believe they walked out with a few numbers. At this point, the buzz from the Smirnoff makes my memory a bit hazy. But I do recall grabbing a coffee at Starbucks. And then doing some more sarging.
[A lot of shit happens for the next few hours which I'm too lazy to write about]
The time is 3:30am and I'm tired as hell. There's only two of us now. My main wing and I. Luckily enough, he's catching the same bus as me. And he looks after me while I doze off to sleep on the steps nearby the bus area. He wakes me up and we get on the bus. Then I get my one last good look of the night. A perfect 10/10 Asian at the front of the bus. She was fine as hell. I'm just way too tired to do anything though. And the thought of the people on the packed bus hearing the conversation seemed to scare me. My wing wakes me up and tells me not to fall asleep and miss my stop. He laughs as he walks off the bus. Then it was just me. Of course, I fell asleep. I wake up and look outside. I just missed my stop. Fuuuuu-. I ran up to the front and request for the bus driver to let me off. And so he did.
Streets were dead at this point. Not a single being or car in sight. Another 10 minutes of walking and I'm home. Home. At last. Good night... Good night it was.
There may be a few mistakes in this post. I wrote it on a whim.
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