Mellow nights can be good

Last night was another mellow night. I’m saving my energy for 2 big nights coming up. I tried to organize a little get-together with a few foreigners over here but that did not work out very well. Only one other guy managed to show up because most people had to call things off the last minute. That’s fine. One guy would do. When I met the guy up for the first time, he obviously did not strike as a good wingman, and he had a thick British accent (he was Chinese) with a more reserved personality. We pretty much barhopped and I managed to blow out a PUA guy. It’s so easy to spot PUAs these days. Guys that would walk into the club and hit on girls right away. Those type of guys always give me the chuckles.

The next night was a Friday night. I was meeting another guy up for the first time. This guy was a tall white-guy from Texas and was very easy-going. We’ll call him RL. Great, I already could tell it was going to be fun times. With him, we club-hopped by playing the foreigner card so pretty much clubs were very generous in letting us in without cover. Unfortunately, we weren’t girls so we decided to pay cover for open bar. BEST DECISION. We headed to the clubs early (yes over here, midnight is early) and just kicked it around. We didn’t really start to talk to anybody there immediately because I bumped into 2 other guys, so there was about 4 of us. As the night progressed on, I began to start talking with a few guys as well as immediately befriending 2 more guys that seemed like they could be cool wingmen.

For soon, my social proof was up the roof and everybody in the club wanted to befriend me. RL was doing his thing and being an absolute goofball, which is fantastic. My only opener was “Hi, my name is ____, I’m new in town nice to meet you”. Worked like a charm because I was being the social butterfly I always aspired to be. I must’ve racked at least 10+ numbers and an equal amount of business cards (I don’t take business cards from girls I’m interested in). The only difference between me and the typical chode social butterfly: escalation.