Title: Where Have All the Dance Clubs Gone? OR Sexy Germans Are Good at Distracting Your Sets
Date: 2009-10-07
Place--Macdougal Street Area
Time--02:00
2 Approached
1 Hooked
2 FBClosed
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After finding all those closed clubs, I take the advice of D-Hollywood: My first assignment is to approach random girls on the street and ask them where the good clubs are in Manhattan.
I finish looking at an apartment which is in a very lively area of Soho (Macdougal Street Area). Seeing as it is Wednesday, things were a bit quiet, but there are enough girls around to make it worth my while.
I start walking and pass set after set. God, how I hate AA. Finally, I see a bunch of people, mostly girls, in line in front of this gig called "Le Poisson."
Sparrow: What are you guys in line for? [I am trying to stop saying things like, "Excuse me," "Can I ask you a question," etc.]
Girls: It's a rock concert!
Sparrow: A rock concert? How much is it?
Girls: No idea!
Sparrow: Uh, okay. Maybe one of you can help me work this out: I'm looking for some good clubs in this area, know of any?
Girl: In this area? None at all.
Sparrow: No shit? Well, what about in Manhattan in general?
Girl: Try Webster Hall.
Sparrow: I tried that one already. Maybe I went on a bad night, but it wasn't so hot.
Girl: Oh...[She makes an awkward face and I eject.]
I should not have shot her down so quickly.
I turn the corner and before me stand two students: I will call them Actress and FilmDirector.
Sparrow: Maybe you can help me figure out something: I'm looking for some good clubs in Manhattan. Do you know of any?
FilmDirector: You're looking for a club? What kind of club?
Sparrow: I don't know - dancing.
[They tell me about some places they know. What's funny is that in her second sentence, Actress witches to a British accent! I take this an as IOI like she's trying to impressing me. We continue to fluff. They mention not getting into a place.]
Sparrow: You guys are underage, huh?
FilmDirector: Not me, she is. Why, how old are you?
Sparrow: What, are you carding me now? Do I look under 21 to you?
FilmDirector: Yeah, I need to see your state ID. But no, you look 25. [At this point, I realize I've been completely ignoring Actress, so I turn my body towards her. I pull out my ID and hand it to FilmDirector.]
Sparrow: [Faking indignation.] 25? What an insult. [To Acress.] You didn't tell me your friend was such a jerk!
[We fluff. Actress asks FilmDirector if there are any other places to chill around here, which is a silly because this area is full of bars. I take it this girl hasn't been to this area much.]
Sparrow: There are places all along this street.
Actress: So, where are we going? [I think she's referring to her friend and herself at this point, but I pretend to assume she was referring to all of us and they totally take it.]
Sparrow: Let's go to one of those bars over there.
Too many questions, not enough statements.
We try one Karaoke spot, but we get carded. As Actress searches for her ID (though she's underage), I bail her out by saying that I don't really feel like Karaoke. She takes the cue and we eject and keep walking.
We pass by this place which I eye intently. The bouncer invites us in and I shake my head, saying thanks anyways. I am hoping that he will try harder to convince us to go in and thus overlook our IDs. He takes the bait, offering the girls free drinks and does not even ask for IDs. I give him puppy dog eyes. "What about me?" "Sorry, bro. Only the ladies." I kino him and jokingly call him a jerk. I end up getting a drink, but when we live, the bartender refuses payment.
We go in and fluff. At this point, I pretty much have zero material down pat. All I know how to do is neg, so that's all I do. I try to be as gentle and playful with it as possible, and it works out, except that FilmDirector calls me on being mean. Of course, she's been throwing easy shit tests around all night. I pass the tests, albeit carefully. I'm half-Indian myself and my experience with my family members is that Indian chicks can be really freaking crazy - so, that's the basis of my neg. Other times, if she calls me something, I admit that she's right.
Later on, I way point. They tell me they are Lesbian lovers and I tell them that I love Lesbians. "We should totally have a threesome," one says.
"Wow, I don't know if I could handle both of you," I respond. I should have said, "I don't think you two could handle me."
We continue to fluff and I tease the hell out of them. I kino, but not enough to create sexual tension. Anyhow, I got FilmDirector's Facebook.
Around 12 AM, FilmDirector has to go home, so we all leave. On the way, we meet a five set of Germans. I really only remember two of them, the AMOG and BMOG; the rest are blurry faces - it's funny how that works. The AMOG asks us where we come from and FilmDirector introduces her and I as if we are a couple (which was way cool). Actress got real chummy with the BMOG and some of the others when a rose seller came along. I secretly bought the girls roses for $3 a piece because the seller was a funny guy and because I thought it'd be cool to buy them flowers...even if it is AFC.
We had to drag the Actress away from the Germans so FilmDirector could go. She hugs me and says we should hang out again. Actress and I head off to the subway and it turns out we are going in the same direction.
We talk about our families, lives, and passions. She's sleepy, so she leans her head on my shoulder and I lean my head on her. Her perfume is intoxicating.
Actress had been fairly quiet and distant all night, but I think it had been my fault for not trying to engage her more. However, on the subway, I start to develop feelings. I decide to see her to her doorstep because her bag is heavy - and because I'd love to kclose. It's been over two years since I've kissed anyone.
As we wait for the bus outside the subway, I try to kiss her by leaning in, telling her she smells great, then going in for the kiss. Doesn't work - either I was too hesitant or I hadn't built enough comfort/report/sexual tension. She says she doesn't want a one-night stand. I agree - I tell her I like ten-night stands. She puts some distance between us.
What I should have done was slow my talking, triangular gaze, talk with my lips close to her ear, then pull her chin toward mine.
We take the bus to her place and we fluff for a while at her doorstep. She has to get up for work the next day, so I understand that she doesn't want me over, though I still would have appreciated sleeping there for two reasons - it takes forever to get back to Queens and I wouldn't mind sleeping next to her.
Before I go, I get her Facebook and number. The next day I call her for two minutes. She accepts my Facebook friend add after maybe three days.
FilmDirector has not accepted yet. I wonder if she is mad at me because I made a move on her friend even though I had obviously been interested in FilmDirector the whole night.
I had let my emotions get the best of me. Though I knew the consequences, I had wanted to kclose so badly that I did not care. When in doubt, friend zone.
Lessons:
>Never shoot anyone down. Give only positive energy.
>Do not eject until the girls tell you to go away.
>I ask too many questions in my interactions. I should turn these to statements. "Are you carding me? Do I look under 21 to you?" --> "So, you're the bouncer around here. I swear I'm over 21; it's the plastic surgery that makes me look so youthful."
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