“It's hard to fight when the fight ain't fair.”
TLDR: Foul mood after breaking up a fight in a club with some people I brought with me.
Another saturday, another run.
I must say that I am feeling a little "wounded" by the continous "game" I must keep up all the times.
Before I was being careless on Facebook and on other social media, now I am restraining myself and using them just to contact girls to set up meetings and/or keep the text game up.
Some rejections or similar situation are hurting my pride a bit: I am starting to show some cracks in my mental armor.
On the other side, I'm forcing myself to interact with girls so I am refining my style, finding the best lines to use with them and I am getting the hang of the "tease" game (even if I find the mental energy I have to use to keep it up and don't let my beta-needy-ex-self-mentality take control is straining me).
Before reading this forum, I was mostly into club night game (drunk girls) and I used mostly my social circles to reach out to girls (I am a kind of person that inspires trust, I am Always smiling and laughing and I know how to keep people entertained).
Now I try the "cold approach" pickup in pubs/bars (especially in my favourite ones, where the places are in full lockdown for me). Before reading "Bang" and deciding to "play the game" I was not used to cold approach: now I am beginning to get the hang out of it, even if it needed at least 10-12 unsuccessful approaches and some hard-to-take rejections.
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Anyway, let's get on "how-to-screw-a-night-for-dummies"...
Went to my usual club, pretty empty.
Nothing to approach here, chatted up the bartender who told me the place is going to close from Tomorrow (today) until september..
He was pretty sad, we toasted with a drink and.. Well, I had a brilliant idea.
The guy is in need of work (he is from Bulgaria, his italian is basic but he speaks a good english) else he will be forced to go back to Bulgaria for 1 month/1 month and half (until September). He's a good guy, hard working (he works during the night as a bartender and during the day he is working for a small multiservice company - the kind of company that sends people to clean offices and so on). He works 16h every day, he deserved my help.
And his Mojitos are awesome
I know the owner, he lives close to the place. So I went looking for him, he was having a coffee in the nearby bar before getting into the club.
Chatted him up and convinced that the "dead days" (Milan gets empty of Milanese people at around the 15th of July until late August) are still a week ahead and he should be keeping the place open until the 15th at least.
20 mins after, I received a message from the bartender.
"WTF you did?! This place is going to stay open until the 15th!? REALLY?"
"Yes, it is. I convinced F. to keep the place open"
"Come here now. Free drinks for you all night long"
"Oh, did F. tell you you're going to start working in his hostel on the 16th?"
"Ok, you're my hero."
"Bring some bulgarian girls for me next time"
"AHahahahhahahahahahahaah"
So, one good action. Karma is a bitch, isn't it?
That was the +1 for the night.
I had a surprise waiting for me in a few hours, a REALLY nasty surprise.
So, the night was pretty dead, chatted up with some other regulars, had a couple of rounds at the pool table then I decided to leave at around 01.00.
While I was getting in my car, a guy from the hostel stops me and asks me directions to Corso Como, a nightlife center here in Milan.
He is with another guy and three girls (a 6 with probably indian origins, a 6 looking really american and a 5 with a not so nice body but a warming smile).
Both guys looked cool and nerdy, so I was feeling fine with them.
One was called Barack (yes, like Mr. Obama) while the other was Jack (probably of S.E. Asia origins).
"But, my dear, I live near Corso Como! I might use another drink before going to bed. I'll take you there"
Everyone was on my car in 30s and I just started one of my routines while driving to Corso Como.
ME: "Hey guys, you should lose weight! Looks like my car is full of bricks right now! No, girls, don't worry, I am talking about the two guys with you, you're perfectly fine as you are"
(giggling from the back seats)
Indian 6: "You know you're lying" (with giggling)
ME: "Nah, I'm not into too thin girls.. When I hug something, I love to hug a woman, not a skinny tree made of bones!"
(giggling)
American 6: "Oh, looks like we have a player here!"
ME: (looking at the guy on the front seat) "How does she knows that I have a STEAM account?"
Guy: "I was thinking I was the only one here having one!" (laughter)
A couple of minutes later I was parking my car close to Corso Como and we decided to try a few venues there.
I phoned my PR to ask him about the best place to go, he told me to go to a club that I personally dislike (15 euro entrance fee for girls and 20 for boys...).
The full was full, so we bounced to another venue close by with free entrance.
Inside, something happened.
I decided to be the good host, so bought a drink for everyone (including me) to play the "good host" game I was keeping up with all 5 person so far.
While I was at the bar, an italian guy walked up to Jack and hit him with a slap on the face, followed by a jab and another slap. The girls went away, the other guy went away too and I decided to come to the rescue.
I stopped the guy (Jack was already running outside the club) and told him to talk with me, right now.
He told me that the "asian guy" stole his watch from his wrist.
Now, I have to say that I was a bit amazed. I don't know if Jack really stole the watch of the guy or not.
I would have been surprised, since he had some pretty good clothing on (he did not seem to be really short on cash, he wanted to give me 20 euro just for bringing them there, money that I declined) and a good mobile phone (iPhone 5).
I am giving him the full benefit of doubt.
The guy was obviously high on something so the security intervened and took both me and him outside the club.
I confronted him with the security close to me by telling him that I knew the guy and well, if he really thought he stole his watch we should call the police immediatly. He backed off immediatly, seeing that he was going into serious trouble.
At the end, looks like that was just a reason for trying to pickup a fight (he was muscular and lean and looked really aggressive).
He got ejected from the club with his girlfriend, who told the security "Oh, did my boyfriend had a watch? I do not remember...". Fuck you bitch and your boyfriend.
But my mood was foul now.
From a perfect 3 vs 3 we were in a 2 vs 3 and I was really unhappy.
The 5 with a warming smile was looking at me still smiling, the other guy was picking up the american 6 and the indian 6 was in a mood probably fouler than mine.
I left the place 20 minutes after, with the 5 asking me to stay. I was really, really in a foul mood (I don't like fights and I don't like physically or verbally aggressive people) and left the guy with the 3 girls there.
Thinking about it this morning, I should have stayed. Probably the 5 was DTF after seeing me getting in a fight for a complete stranger (or better, breaking a fight for a complete stranger...) and was liking me but..
Yeah, I should have stayed. But I had lost the vibe for the night, I just wanted to go out and get back home.
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Thanks everyone for reading.
I apologize if I am a bit verbose but I am trying to put all my impressions on the diary.. (and also I apologize for my far-from-perfect english.. It's getting really rusty since I mostly use spoken english...).