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I decided to post this here instead of the "Game" section as there is very little here to learn regarding that, but I thought it was a funny experience so I'll mention it anyway.
I was checking out various places in town last night and the only place that seemed to have packed in the crowd was a bar/nightclub having a "goth night". Many years ago I actually pulled a SNL or two from places like this, and I didn't think I looked too out of place so I decided to stop in.
First thing that happened is that the doorman gave me grief about a "dress code" when I was dressed better than the majority of the guys in the club. I just chuckled at him and said "ah, well I promise to do better next time" and he grimaced and let me in.
Inside there was a dance floor and a very understaffed bar. There was one guy working the bar trying to serve like 25 people so I ended up staying pretty much sober the entire time. I guess they didn't want to have to call up two to work on a weeknight. There was a DJ playing industrial music and I wish I had brought earplugs, the volume was almost unbearable.
The dance floor looked sort of like this:
I'm not big into that, so I decided to grab a seat in the lounge and make a weak attempt to run "most interesting man in the world" game. The ratio was surprisingly decent, but it totally wasn't happening. As you might expect, being goths, the women were the most standoffish and cuntish you could imagine. I don't recall getting even a glimmer of eye contact from anyone while inside the club the entire two hours or so I was there. Not even from fatties, not even from girls who it would be near impossible for me to get it up for.
And most of the girls were overweight. There were a couple good-looking ones on the dance floor, but they sort of swayed back and forth in groups in their own little world, pausing briefly to drink water or snap some selfies. I'm guessing many of them were high on molly or whatever the fuck kids call it these days. I didn't see a single guy approach any girl on the dance floor.
I did a little better outside with the cig smokers, but not much. I tried to open a few women but the cockblocking from their friends and weird male orbiters was swift and merciless. They mostly seemed more interested in chatting with the drunk panhandler trying to hustle them for change than me. I got a brief flicker of interest from a short latina who was maybe a "5" at best, but that's it. A guy with bad breath who told me he worked at the supermarket nearby wouldn't leave me alone, so I eventually left.
Executive summary: The "scene" in a small city is probably very insular - the majority of these people know each other and go to the same place week in and week out. Outsiders aren't welcome. If you want to pull a goth slut from a place like this on anything other than a fluke it probably means you have to become a regular and become friends with their friends and orbiters, but who would want to.
I'm guessing even the fat girls have banged most of the regs in the club, and the moderately attractive ones likely have more orbiters than all the moons of the outer gas giant planets combined. Judging by the number of selfies being snapped, attention-whoring was at god-tier level.
It's too bad, because I like some "darker" music, and I like tattooed girls better than the prissy SWPL variety. But I can't recommend going to a place like this except for a laugh, or if you want examples of the worst male game mankind has on offer.
Oh well. Most of them probably suffer from borderline personality disorder anyway.
I decided to post this here instead of the "Game" section as there is very little here to learn regarding that, but I thought it was a funny experience so I'll mention it anyway.
I was checking out various places in town last night and the only place that seemed to have packed in the crowd was a bar/nightclub having a "goth night". Many years ago I actually pulled a SNL or two from places like this, and I didn't think I looked too out of place so I decided to stop in.
First thing that happened is that the doorman gave me grief about a "dress code" when I was dressed better than the majority of the guys in the club. I just chuckled at him and said "ah, well I promise to do better next time" and he grimaced and let me in.
Inside there was a dance floor and a very understaffed bar. There was one guy working the bar trying to serve like 25 people so I ended up staying pretty much sober the entire time. I guess they didn't want to have to call up two to work on a weeknight. There was a DJ playing industrial music and I wish I had brought earplugs, the volume was almost unbearable.
The dance floor looked sort of like this:
I'm not big into that, so I decided to grab a seat in the lounge and make a weak attempt to run "most interesting man in the world" game. The ratio was surprisingly decent, but it totally wasn't happening. As you might expect, being goths, the women were the most standoffish and cuntish you could imagine. I don't recall getting even a glimmer of eye contact from anyone while inside the club the entire two hours or so I was there. Not even from fatties, not even from girls who it would be near impossible for me to get it up for.
And most of the girls were overweight. There were a couple good-looking ones on the dance floor, but they sort of swayed back and forth in groups in their own little world, pausing briefly to drink water or snap some selfies. I'm guessing many of them were high on molly or whatever the fuck kids call it these days. I didn't see a single guy approach any girl on the dance floor.
I did a little better outside with the cig smokers, but not much. I tried to open a few women but the cockblocking from their friends and weird male orbiters was swift and merciless. They mostly seemed more interested in chatting with the drunk panhandler trying to hustle them for change than me. I got a brief flicker of interest from a short latina who was maybe a "5" at best, but that's it. A guy with bad breath who told me he worked at the supermarket nearby wouldn't leave me alone, so I eventually left.
Executive summary: The "scene" in a small city is probably very insular - the majority of these people know each other and go to the same place week in and week out. Outsiders aren't welcome. If you want to pull a goth slut from a place like this on anything other than a fluke it probably means you have to become a regular and become friends with their friends and orbiters, but who would want to.
I'm guessing even the fat girls have banged most of the regs in the club, and the moderately attractive ones likely have more orbiters than all the moons of the outer gas giant planets combined. Judging by the number of selfies being snapped, attention-whoring was at god-tier level.
It's too bad, because I like some "darker" music, and I like tattooed girls better than the prissy SWPL variety. But I can't recommend going to a place like this except for a laugh, or if you want examples of the worst male game mankind has on offer.
Oh well. Most of them probably suffer from borderline personality disorder anyway.