The morning after.

So i wrote a massive post like 7 long paragraphs long and i realized i have to come up with a way to not make it so long, who wants to read an essay long blog.

Going back to Friday night, i guess i'll just do it in dot points.

Went to Capriccio in Northbridge to start, then to Wolf Lane in the city. I didn't even get IDed! (I don't have any kind of acceptable by Australian standard :() I thought i'd be offended but then i really thought about it, it's actually a compliment, it's like i have so much class they want me in their place ha! well whatevs.

*Talking to bouncers is a plus. Always ask how their night's going, failing to treat them any different and you're just another drunken crawler. Not enough people do it or at all that when you do, it sets you aside from everybody else. Do not over talk or be fake, keep it casual and try to appear as sober as you can. Be extremely stern but not stuck up. This is the kind of characters bouncers want in the clubs (unless it's on of the young teenagers club like The Rise, which i despise). Almost always guarantees recognition the second time.
The bouncer at the Mint nightclub recognized me by name (through fake ID, so i'm a Jane to him) from my first conversation with him the week before. Mission accomplished on this one.

To prove this really works, i will now go back to Wolf lane this week to see if the Brazilian bouncer who didn't ID me will remember me and regardless of whether she does or not, i will offer her my name. Go back another week and if she remember my name, you might think it could be faulty because they meet so many people, well my techniques is not to be normal but to be so goddamn special they will recognize you.

If this works again. Franchise number 1 will be born!

I didn't socialize with anybody or atteppt it at the Mint because the music was bad and loud and everybody was already drunk. I did though get a good practice on negative body language to repel weirdos from approaching and failed not once but twice. This country guy me and my gay friend got talking to outside the line was dancing really 'countrily' on front of me and i saw him eying me and i thought 'please god don't even think about getting me to dance especially not with you' and sure enough he did after dancing around in front of me like 5 times but what was god for me was i had to recline his invitation right next to the cute guy sitting right next to me on the same couch.

When me friend came back we went on the dance floor and a freaky white gangster looking dude tap me on the back, VERY BAD (approaching a girl from the bad will always creeps us out unless you're a CK model) and told me how 'fine' i was. It creeped me out. Cut the story short, i failed my goal to socialize with people and not look for anybody. The guy on the couch did ask for my number, he's a Jon and works for Ford. That's all so i didn't fail the 'remember something about them' thing. I'm meeting him tomorrow. Tuesday night! Bar 399 it is!

Tomorrow's experiment. Avoid sexual vibes, only suggest friendship. Let see how it goes!

See you around!