On wednesday I had a rough day, a delayed hangover from friday if you
would during which a bunch of things in my life fell apart. Oh, and
then when I got home in the evening I cut myself shaving. Yeah, it was
just that kind of day when all the big things and all the little
things seemed to be going wrong. In general I felt seriously pissed
off at the world (and [i]girls[/i] in particular). A VERY unusual
state for me when I'm normally so very cheerful and always in a happy
state, of course this fact just made me feel even more pissed off
because I knew this was not normal for me. (yet in a funny way I kind
of liked feeling pissed of for that evening, as it felt different and
new :D but certainly [i]not[/i] what I'd want my normal default state
to be like!)

Being in such a foul mood I decide it would be a bright idea to go off
to town! My flatmate agreed with me (but he was too sick to come
along), as he said it looked like I needed a night out in town. He
said I needed to get laid quick. But he said there is [b][i]no way you
are going to get laid tonight[/b][/i] because I was in such a foul
mood! (I was particularly upset against girls, all very odd for me. My
flatmate didn't recognise me at all!)

Well, I had a several cans of 12%% Cody's (a bourbon and coke) while I
was getting dressed and ironing my shirt. Then grabbed two more 12%%
Cody's for the road and out I went! High fived a bunch of people as I
was walking along: guys, girls, couples, and street lamps! Got the
entrance to SkyCity (the casino), just about got barred entry before I
even got inside. As I'd been approaching the entrance in a very
peculiar manner, as I'd been doing multiple triples jumps along the
way ("hop, skip, and jump"). I bullshitted my way past the guard/
bouncer at the door (went in to a long ramble about how I used to do
Track & Field, and how my coach was a big fan of triple jump etc...
all of which is actually perfectly true), then went up to the 2nd
floor of SkyCity to check out Bar 3.

Unfortunately they had already closed, so I left SkyCity to roll down
the hill to Darby Street (opening various sets along the way with high
fives and whats up). Couldn't be bothered with the huge queue for
Margaritas so I checked out Globe, carried on before like I had with
high fives as I made my way straight to the dancefloor.

Spied a two set, went up to take the fucking hot girl's hand (a tall
brunette) for a spin but I was left hanging there (tried twice, as I
ploughed forward and said take my hand). Didn't pull it off as I was
ignored, so took the attention to the shorter girl the tall one was
dancing with. HBShort took my hand on one of my repeated attempts, did
a few basic ceroc moves with her (doubles baskets, spins, etc), then
teased HBTall about how HBShort was doing better than her etc... then
I switched focus back to HBTall again & this time I did take her hand
and dance with her which lead to making out. Attempted to get semi-
isolation from her friend, but in the end she said she had to get back
and dance with her friends (I should have gone for more isolation, and
not just a little bit which is a weak play without any manly strength.
Properly moved her from the dancefloor to the other end of the bar,
then I could have tried for a full bounce etc).

So I just got her number quickly and released her back in to the wild,
not a bad start as I'd only just walked in to the bar a couple of
minutes before meeting her (and this being my first bar of the night,
and as it turned out my last bar of the night too). I'd forgotten how
much fun it is to go out alone! (hadn't been sarging all alone in ages
and ages)

Time now I felt to check out what else is here other than the
dancefloor, went round to the front where the couches/seats are. Open
up a couple of girls sitting together, had them a little interested
but didn't really go anywhere as not much later they got pulled away
by friends and said they would see me later. I immediately leaps
across to the corner seat a few meters away where a mixed two set was
sitting, in the process dropping my phone which split in two and had
the battery in the middle go flying away. OOPS!! Yeah, I was far from
sober by this point and I hadn't ever been since I'd left home. Anyway
I start up some inane conversation with the mixed two set I'd moved to
sit next to, I forgot what. Probably about my phone smashing about.
They were far to engrossed in each other, the conversation quickly
faltered. Heh, whatever.

I fiddled around putting my phone back together. Saw two different
girls (a blonde & a brunette) sit back down where the first two had
been sitting, I leapt back in to action and across to them. Telling
them the story of this was the first time my phone has ever came apart
like that with the battery flying loose, and how pleased I am that I
just managed to fix it! (it is a very pricey smart phone, not one that
I'd want to get broken!) They were lapping up my words, finding
everything that I said to be hilarious. Even said to me that they find
everything I find said hilarious. I said what nonsense, I'm a
perfectly dry and boring fellow. Not at all funny, I can prove them
wrong that they could not possibly laugh at [i]everything[/i] that I
will say as I then repeated to them "the quick brown fox jumped over
the lazy dog". Yes, even that when I said it put them in fits of
laughter.

Decided to take this further and go for a bounce to the dancefloor for
the heavy physical escalation, but they said they are feeling tired
(hence just sat down) as they had been dancing for [i]"a whole hour"![/
i] Pffft, I'm [i]not[/i] impressed. As a multi-time Ironman competitor
an hour of exercise is nothing, I told them so.

They seemed like cool enough chicks so I went for the number close,
telling them about "The Sobriety Party" I'm hosting at my apartment on
friday. Yeah, they found that funny too just like every other word
that came out my mouth! (the previous friday the party at the
apartment had got seriously out of hand, just about a swingers orgy
just about broke out spontaneously. Along with me there was four naked
bodies on my little tiny single bed, plus of course the two fucking in
the room next door. During all of this the party was still carrying on
outside! The reason for all this? Was because I'd drunk far [i]far[/i]
[u]far[/u] [b]too much![/b] Been many drinking games. So the physical
laws of the universe demanded a balance, so my flatmate and I are
hosting as a joke on friday "The Sobriety Party!" There will be many
water shots to be taken, and water cocktails!) I told them to bring
water along, they said they will probably cheat and bring along
alcohol. I tell them they will be punished if they do that, I'll force
them to drink the alcohol and they will not be allowed to have any
water!

While she was putting her number in my phone I entered in my number in
to her's under "Dman The Tall". I do this so she will not get my
number turning up as a random string of numbers when I txt her, makes
it easier for her to remember me and it distinguishes me from all the
other Dman's in her phone (as my first name is rather common).
Generally I'll try to add something specific to the conversation after
my name, for instance commonly if I've mentioned my Ironman racing
I'll enter in my name to her phone as "Dman The Ironman" (I also might
drop the "The", such as "Dman Tall" or "Dman Ironman"). Sometimes
might throw in a sexy/hot as well. Any more ideas for generic names
for me that I can save my name under is greatly appreciated.

I then send her a quick txt with the details of Friday's part. The txt
started off with: "Hey sexy Dman!" (then the party details)

Oops, meant to write her name there! hahaha, that too totally split
them up in laughter

Afterwards I got up to go to the dancefloor, along the way I stopped
by at the bar to pick up yet another bottle of bourbon & coke (which I
unfortunately spilled a bit off when I dropped it later on while I was
on the stripper's pole, oops. Damn drunkenness!). More crazy madness
followed (such as I was involved in breaking up a fight) which I'll
skip over for the sake of saving trees when you print this out, till
the point at which I was walking back to the dancefloor on the way
from toilet.

Went past a cutie brunette standing next to the pool table, I go
straight up to her and high five her because I love her green dress! I
tell her how green is my favourite colour, showing her the green
stripes on my shirt. Saying the reason why I loved green so much since
I was a kid is because it the colour for camouflage, as my parents
were in the army. She pretends to blend in to the wall. I say hey lets
go dance, take he hand and off we go. She is the one dragging me
along, always good to see when they are the ones leading me on to the
dancefloor. But this is not the way it is meant to be, the guy is
meant to be taking the lead. I take charge and lead once we are on the
dancefloor, grinding automatically happens with the makeout quickly
following afterwards. After a short period of this I take her off the
dancefloor and to the entrance/exit. We are hand in hand but she heads
off to the right, yet I wanted to go the left as that is the way to my
home. Whatever, I don't cause any disagreement of this or even lead
her back around and I just go with the flow (the importance of
leadership is not showing dominance all the time over pointless
things, but really showing it when it matters at key points) as I then
continue with her in that direction. Planning to walk her around the
block in a slightly more round about way back to mine, stopping at
Father Ted's along the way. Which is exactly what happens, I put our
paths without it even being noticed back on track towards my home. She
makes a comment about not liking Father Ted's as we are approaching
the place. Whatever, I cancel my thoughts I had of taking her to there
(I hadn't even brought up the idea anyway) and carried on walking
towards home.

From this point on it was all fairly stock standard, I went on a very
long monologue with myself to occupy myself and her thoughts during
the long walk home back to my place. Talking about whatever inane
stuff I felt like. Such as bring up that I was a Sunday School Teacher
while we were walking past the Cathedral, or joking with her that I
couldn't possibly be taking her home as I am really homeless while we
were walking past the homeless people shelter! Eventually she asks if
I'm walking all the way out to Henderson (a suburb far out in West
Auckland) as she is [b]not[/b] doing that! (it would take hours and
hours!) Yes I am going to Henderson I said, but lets just try this
next building and see if my swipe card works there so we can go to the
top floor there instead. (I knew this was my place) Like magic the
doors open with my swipe card! lol

She doesn't want to check out the stunning view from my balcony :
( Instead she goes straight to my bed :D

After sex and a shower together, I get to actually talk with her and
find out something about her (before all I knew about her was that she
was wearing a green dress!). She was 19 years old, 3rd year Nursing
student, ex international swimmer (would train [b][i]nine hours[/b][/
i] a day!), and went to an all girl's catholic school. Plus she lives
in the building right next door to my old building last time I was
living in the city a few years back.

Last fun fact: she has an unusual name, yet she is the second one in
my phone book and the second girl of that same name who I have made
out with in that exact same bar this year.

Afterwards I was left wondering, as normally I never go out mid week
but recently I've been out the last few wednesdays in a row and got
laid every time. Is it easier midweek? (than on the typical "big
nights out" of friday/saturday)

Cheers guys,

Dman

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