The chodiest club in Amsterdam is….drums…the Powerzone! It is full of villagers from around Holland and has the highest densities of anti social & aggressive people I have ever seen in a club in Amsterdam! Well life is full of challenges…time for one on a Saturday night…we (HowBoutNo, Velouria and me) are taking it!
We are waiting for Velouria to arrive and get ourselves a drink at the bar. While we’re there I try to open the two set next to us by stringing chode openers together with a smile, something new, haven’t tried that before. “Do you like this place, do you come here often, where are you from, what’s your name?” is delivered in a neutral rapport but machine gun like tonality within a second and well, shit doesn’t work. The girls don’t even look at me but strongly focus on looking the other way. So I say “excuuuuusssseeee meeeee” like Redman & Methodman do in How High when they are late for their Harvard lecture, laugh it off and turn away…weird village girls! Next!
See a group of village girls standing on the dancefloor so I decide to teach them some dance moves, the girl I approached is halfway into it but only wants to dance the moves if her friends can join too, jesus talk about socially conditioned people….don’t do anything weird (village language for “different” or “fun”) or the whole village will know. At this moment I realize that I really don’t like the place, the location or the crowd but fuck it, it is a Saturday night! The quest for glory tonight is to find girls from Amsterdam, not cow-shit village! I do a few more meaningless sets which do hook but don’t really interest me and then I see the two blonds of glory!
These two girls are super hot, visually and style wise at least two levels above the village crowd, true turbos….this is for me! I tell HowBoutNo that this will be the set of glory later on but we were on our way to get some food first. 20 minutes later I see both girls enjoying themselves, by themselves….time to go, give value and have fun!
On my over to them I tune into my breaking rapport tonality and open with a big smile saying “you’re going to get kicked out of this place soon”…puzzled look on both faces…”both of you are way too stylish to be in this ‘club’, you have to tone it down, this is a villager place, you’re not from Zaandam or Hoorn (villages around Amsterdam), are you?” “No, we’re from Amsterdam!” And boom the set is open! “Fuck, I am really glad to hear that cause I’ve only met aggressive farmers so far tonight” We shoot the shit about the place for a bit and they’re hooked, time for me to tone it down and to go into normal conversation, with spikes of course. They are at least my age or older, I love women around 30, and of course the age thing comes up to which I bring my usual “it is your birthday in a couple of hours, you’re turning 19, right?” Test is passed!
I leave them alone for a while and come back every now and then to talk and escalate physically. During the third round or so, the girls exchange a few words and one leaves the other alone with me; this is the point where I fucked up. I should have gotten her number and kissed her shortly afterwards or the other way around for that matter but I missed the time window of opportunity which the girls had given to me in order to close, fuck! I wrote her a funny, little 6th grader note signed with my full name; the idea behind that was to make me the prize and get her to find me on facebook or the Dutch equivalent website, which has not happened so far and I don’t think it is going to happen. I should have taken the opportunity in pure dominance and closed, which is how I led the rest of the interaction but I didn’t realize how far this set already was and choded it into pieces with my little 6th grader note. I might have been afraid that my shitty, little ego could get hurt and therefore failed to close…fuck!
Lesson: Never, ever leave a hot girl after she’s hooked without trying to k-close her, if she rejects me then I at least know for sure and don’t need to think about potentially missed opportunities the Tuesday afterwards anymore.
Thinking about potentially missed glory hurts much more than a rejection ever could!
Oh well, Friday’s dancer, actress turbo girl replied to my text and wants to hang-out, the world could look much worse….
Satisfaction
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