FR#4,5,6: Who Closes at 12 Anyway?

Date: 2009-10-12,13,14 - Sunday, Monday, Tuesday

Place--Loc#29; Metro; Macdougal Street; Sin Sin Lounge

Time--03:00

5 Approached

3 Hooked

1 #Closed

0 Day2ed

0 Laid

The past few sarges have been terrible.

Sarge #4:

Sunday night, I went out to Macdougal Street to find something, anything to do. I approached several groups, but I don't really count them because I can't even remember half of them. Nothing hooked and I felt consumed by approach anxiety. I ended up walking around trying different foods, and making really nice conversation with an Asian 8 who worked at a sandwich place. She was mega-cute and danced like a rock star behind the register. I want that. When I have balls and experience, I will go back there.

Sarge #5:

Monday night, I went to Loc#29. A free concert was up, but I arrived by 12 and everything was over. Honestly, who closes by 12? Next Monday, I will have to go earlier.

Anyhow, I chatted up the bouncer for a while and he warmed up pretty quick. After that, I decided to take to the subways and just ride random trains looking for girls.

I jumped on the L Train and there was this couple. The guy was shy looking, but this girl was pierced to the max, wore a beret. Her face was powerful, square, and she had the look of an extremely handsome boy, but in a highly feminine way. Picture Angelina Jolie with stronger features. I'll call these two the Comedian and the Faux-Italian Actress, or Actress for short.

The L Train was packed and I was right next to this couple. I opened them with the Do I Look Gay? Opener, stacked to the Clubs Opener, then just fluffed. It was good practice.

I exit to switch to a train that will take me towards home. On the other end of the platform, I see this babe and head straight for her. On the way, these two gay Latinos fling cat calls my way and I can't help but crack up - this is the second sarge in a row that this happens. I compose myself and approach with the Gay Opener.

We fluff and she leads me over to the stairs to sit down, which, according to Juggler, is precisely what I should have suggested - of course, at the time, I hadn't yet read Juggler. A train ride and a half later, though, I'm out of material - how's that for a conversational vacuum? Juggler says that's a great way to pull the girl into committing to you - but I was panick at my lack of material and we proceed to sit in excruciating silence for the remainder of the ride.

The girl was a cute Italian, maybe a 7, who worked as a waitress while she studied fashion design. I got her restaurant's business card, so maybe when my frame's sexy, I'll look her up and start over.

Painful though it was, I realized that a heavy reliance on canned material is not the strongest method. Whether I had known three openers or thirty, a relationship will always eventually exhaust your lines and stories.

I cannot reject canned material - if it had not been for these openers, these sarges would not have happened, but I realized that I had been using canned material as inspiration, not as a script. I have several Gay encounters of the 3rd kind that make for good stories; I am genuinely interested in knowing where the clubs are at in Manhattan; and it is entertaining to know how a girl thinks I should dress and act were I to go on a Blind Date.

Despite the easy successes gained by canned material, however, I've decided to follow Juggler's example. I can see how Juggler's spontaneity and creative humor is a set of mental muscles that can be developed. It is much more powerful, compelling, and lasting than being able to project a face of bravado and speak artfully crafted lines.

Sarge #6:

Tuesday, I did some subway game and number closed a Chinese girl.

At night, I went to the Sin Sin Lounge, but I was too intimidated to sarge in there. The lights were low and everyone seemed to be hanging out on the couches together. I just couldn't bring myself to get in there, so I left. I did some other approach on the subway home, but it failed to hook.