"Whenever I feel sad, I stop being sad and be Awesome instead"
Dear diary, today I became awesome.
So yeah, this is going to be my FR journal, more for me than anyone else to keep track of my progress. I'm a 23 year old student living in Stockholm, moved up here about a year ago after a long term relationship went to shit. I've been with the same girl since my teens so when everyone else were going out learning to pick up chicks I was at home with what I thought would be my one true love. Well, that didn't work out and since I have next to no experience clubbing I thought I'd need a boost and read Mystery Method and Magic Bullets to make up for lost time. No point in reinventing the wheel, eh?
Most of my friends are either in committed relationships or are too stuck in AFC thinking to do anything about it. I feel like there's a huge stigma of learning to pick up chicks here, too. To make matters worse Swedes aren't exactly world renowned for their openness which adds truckloads of approach anxiety. It's just not normal behavior to walk up to someone you don't know and start talking - unless you're complaining about the weather or the bus being late. Not exactly smooth openers in a night club. Anyway, to start off I'll be writing down a few memorable nights I've already had and keep adding em up along the way. SO WITHOUT FURTHER DUE:
A friend of mine from my old home town was visiting Stockholm for the weekend and I'd promised to take him and his sister and her friend out for drinks. We were going to start off by having a few beers at a local rock pub so we met up and got there at around 8 pm. By this point I had just finished reading magic bullets and a few beers in we got around to talking about it. Turns out he was into gaming too and when his sister and her friend flaked for the evening we decided to try out our new found knowledge together.
I had half promised him to show him around to my favorite bars but an idea popped into my head for an opener which was as simple as it was effective - "Hey, my friend here is up visiting for the weekend and we're pub hopping - if you were us, where would you head next?". They answer. "Yeah, I've been there a few times already, liked the vibe but we're looking for whatever" and the convo was on. The false time constraint was built in to the opener and it really lowered the AA to have an easy out, "sounds great, we're off".
We opened two or three sets at the venue, hooked one with some cute chicks but decided the night was young and kept on going, heading to next recommended venue - another rock pub in old town.
On our way there we spotted this cute goth chick and decided to ask directions to the place we were heading. She told us she was heading there too but had to wait for her friends (obvious disinterest) but we were like "oh cool, we'll get to meet them too" and kept chatting her. We both displayed great humor and non-neediness and after a few minutes she decided to take us there. The venue wasn't really packed but I told her we should find a table real quick before it gets crowded - she agreed and we were in. A few minutes later her friends arrived, one AFC and one GORGEOUS HB 8. Cant really remember all of the conversation since although I tried to embed DHVs in my stories I wasn't really working with canned material. We got the two chicks to qualify by asking stuff like "So which one of you are the tallest?" "Who does the best make-up?" and such and then beat boxing while they kinda competed with each other - worked great since they were obvious rock chicks and teasing with hiphop references usually works great for comic effect. We also threw in the opener from before to FTC. By now we where both feeling great and AMOGed with body language, presence and holding court. Since the night was young and my friend really DID want to check out the town we decided to keep going, number closed the HB, facebooked the goth chick and the AFC and headed out. Got a nice ego boost out if too since they we're begging us not to go. In retrospect, should we have stayed? Maybe. But as I said, we were also trying to see the town.
The Tall Ones
From here we just kinda drifted around, opened sets here and there but none were really hooking until we stumbled across this 6,2" chick with dreads, HB 7 maybe, and I was like "can't lay of the tall ones" Dont remember what we opened with but I teased the chick a bit about her height and she must really have been feeling it since she sexualised right of the bat and we made out which I know is a rookie mistake but hey, I'm allowed a couple of those. By now it was getting late so I facebook closed the chick and we went home to sleep it off. All in all, couldn't have asked for a better start at somewhat informed game.
I've been out a few times by myself with surprisingly smooth results but since this post is getting fucking long I'll leave that story for another day. Hope you liked the read, and as always
Have nice day