Field report -> Hard work pays off, super proud of myself

Super duper proud of myself for last Saturday, should've thrown the FR up here when I got home but ended up popping a sleeping pill and watching Person of Interest.

So anyways, Friday night me and the boys are tearing it up down in the club district and while we were hitting up the last stragglers on teh street at 4 am we meet some promoter. Hes a cool guy, ends up just chatting with us about women and club culture for like 45 mins and gives us his contact info. We hit him up Saturday and he tells us to come through Rich, probably the most bumping club in the district that night, for no cover and guestlist entry.

Right when we got there I could tell everyone got stifled...the lines massive, stunners everywhere (bitching at the bouncers and promoters for special treatment, we can already tell how bitchy and testy these girls are gonna be), the type of shit that puts you in your head when youre used to hitting up a 3 floor university pub on weekend nights, which Im basically calling it quits on.

And for the record, Im running on basically 0 sleep and literally feeling nauseous/bad headache from the cumulative deprivation.

Get in there, try to work the 2 hour rule to relax and unwind from being stifled, as it worked the night before (in a friendlier place). Not working at all, girls are using me for drinks and cigarettes, this is simply not the place and its far too loud to chat.

So I basically went through every set in the club for the next 3 hours, going in aggressive and getting blown out, set after set. Then after chilling out in our promoter buddy's bottle area for a bit, and meeting some other folks, we went back in...this time with Julien's voice saying "Stop seeking permission you fucking hamster" repeating itself in my head.

My wing points to this tall model looking chick and goes "yo, see that girl? She's a STUNNER", I immediately go in. Hand of god, claw transition, right up close face to face "Who are you?". Dance, dance, get physical, face is pressed up against hers, strong sexual polarity. Lead her abit, she starts leading me, as I see teh friends looking over I introduce myself, they like me, I tell ehr she has to meet my friends and bring her to meet mine.

This mutual leading and physicality, with almost 0 verbal exchange, goes on til we split to go to the washroom (btw Ive alraedy gotten the number at this point). She finds me later with 2 cigarettes and we go out and talk more. At this point weve both lost our friends and continue to dance til the club lights turn on, then I shove her against a bar and start making out heavily.

Take her outside, shes trying to find her friends, Im not pressing too hard on the pull cause I actually didnt care, I told her we should go to my house several times but when she said she couldnt I didnt force it. Was totally cool, raelly didnt care, not just pretending. Her friends are off getting food somewhere, so I tell her lets go for a walk to get smokes.

Pull to pizza place, grab smokes, pull to this bench in an alley. Start making out super heavy, play with pussy through the pants. She stops me going further, try 3 more times, nadda.

I take her to find her friends, theyre close by but at this Jerk Spot where Im the only remotely light skinned dude there, with a tall African stunner. All the dudes are either staring or dumbfounded, shes clearly the hottest girl there, and after I leave shes tellling me theyre speaking to her in ehr language cussing her out for being with a white dude LOL (what tehy dont know is Im quarter Jamaican, which atleast for alot of African muslims is even worse than a white dude).

We had plans for Sunday, I changed them to tomorrow cause it was thunderstorming and since then shes called me twice just to talk on the phone, calling me baby, boo, all that cute stuff.

And it turns out she's a professional model, full time, moved here from Detroit to work for a bit and has travelled all over modelling. My buddy told me the reason he didnt go in was cause he was intimidated, and how he saw her out front earlier and it made him stifled and shit.

Just to go back over quickly...I was immensely, immensely out of state and by hitting it up HARD I eventually snapped into it. The 2 hour rule did me service the night before, but this night I was simply in such a bad headspace for pickup that at a venue like this I needed to hit hit hit. All it takes is that 1 girl to give you that little IOI and you stop being tired, you stop being stifled, your sexual intent turns right on cause it sees it has a channel. Your body/brain go "shit, were gonna reproduce".

Anyways, im gonna go meditate and crash. The main reason I wanted to write this is for anyone that struggles with MENTAL HEALTH issues you can totally pull it off even at your worst. Ive got bad insomnia and anxiety/depression issues that get real bad when the insomnia starts up again, and I went from being at my worst to pulling one of the hottest 3 girls in the whole club.