I decide the new wing JM is cool enough to meet my mates not into trying to pick up girls often. We all head to ‘Deville Leedy’. After waiting around for 5 full minutes where there is no line suddenly it transforms into a two hour long wait. Just because we waited those five extra minutes for my other mates to come walking round the corner. I saw some famous footballers and even though our team had won the premiership just a couple weeks ago everyone is bagging them because they are celebrities. I’m playing eye tennis with a hot hot niner who is stuck in the massive line with all of us jokers and basically everyone is fucking hot as fuck pants. Eventually we do get in and we’re holding up walls and doing laps and I didn’t step to no one except the one…
I’m lingering and hovering falling back into old pastimes but I open the girl by herself messing about on her mobile. She surprisingly opens up and is not giving me any attitude. I’m surprised. A mate asks for twenty bucks while I’m talking to her, she bails because I’m chatting shit for to long with the mate and that’s the end of that. Still counts as an approach though. Later we hit a strip club see some scraggily poon that is the mangiest. Props to my mate who took his girlfriend up in there so they could look at poon together.
PLUSES FOR THE NIGHT
-This night was inklings of getting my old humour back and there was an entertaining encounter in a car park lift basically I told these girls “We’re hitting a strip club because we believe in the artistic integrity of the display of an erotic dancer as a theatrical performance piece.” Was funny as fuck
SHIT TO DO
-Approach more
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