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40 hours in NYC - Trip Report and Mini Data Sheet
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By an extraordinary series of personal events, chance, and good fortune, I found myself on a plane bound for NYC for two nights this October. My expectations were that I’d hit up some bars, meet some girls, get the bang, and go home happy. What transpired was tremendously more substantial, a true paradigm shift for this young up-and-coming G.

Sunday and Monday - hardly the best nights to explore a new city I had naively thought, but I decided to go in with an open mind and the motivation to experience as much high-end nightlife as possible. And to a personally overwhelming degree, much more so than I could have anticipated, I did precisely that.

Few days before my flight, I hit up a FOB Croatian girl I had met on Tinder that lives in Brooklyn, that I had connected with a few months prior. To my absolute surprise, she not only responded right away, but was eager to meet me. Perfect, I thought, all I’ve got to do is run fuck up avoidance game and I’ll get my nyc bang within hours of ever first having stepped foot in the city. What a player I could call myself then, I pondered. The plan was to meet at PhD at 930 for drinks. She showed up on time, but to my gut-wrenching disbelief, she had brought a friend. In a twist of fate, this friend would end up being the key to my most memorable NYC experience.

The good news was that her friend was taller and just as beautiful as her. Both had such long hair that it extended down to the tops of their asses. Both early 20’s, stylish clothing, feminine & fly, high heels, flawless nails make up and skin complexion. True 9’s through and through. PhD ended up being dead, but I figured we will do one drink here, and then her friend (who must have understood my intentions) would excuse herself, and I’d take my girl to either my hotel room or to another club. We were all having a good time, but the momentum was dying since I couldn’t physically engage my girl, due to the seating setup, her friends stubborn presence, and the lack of other players in the bar who could impromptu wing for me. All I needed was for a player to walk through the door, realize my predicament, and take the 2nd girl off my hands.

It didn’t happen. My G-in-shining-armor didn’t materialize, and when the friend said she had to get up early, I knew my chances of the bang were rapidly approaching zero. My girl raised hope by saying “I’d love to stay out and party but I work at 5am tomorrow. Let’s get together again tomorrow night.” She seemed genuine and eager to see me again, and since she had already unexpectedly come through and showed up, I thought the chances were reasonable I’d get her alone the next evening. I said goodnight to the girls, deep down knowing I would never see either of them again in my life. But I could not have been more wrong.

Frustrated but undeterred, I starting wandering the streets. It was midnight. The doorman at Dream recommended I check out The Standard, just a few blocks away. It too was dead, but out of the corner of my eye I saw a seedy looking roped off entrance to something. There were a couple girls in line, so on a whim I went over. The sign read “Le Bain.”

The doorman led me to an elevator, and when the doors opened on the 17th floor, I knew I was at the right place. DJ, big crowd, lots of dancing and stunning 360 views of the city. I had wandered into a 2-story dance club, complete with lounge area, dance floor, and open air rooftop deck. The crowd was average in looks and style, and about a 70/30 male/female ratio. Having had the wind taken out from under my wings the Croatian girl, the energy of Le Bain brought me back to life and I got to work.

I went to take a piss, and while waiting in line chatted up two girls. One was a cute Hungarian with a bubble butt, and the other an average white American girl. They liked me right away, and brought me up to the rooftop portion to hang out. I was making moves on the Hungarian, arm around her waist, on her ass, bouncing her down to the dance floor, over to the bar, back to the roof. Then her friend returned, and they left to go to the bathroom. When the Hungarian came back, she was cold and ignoring me. It was like a switch had been flipped, and she wasn’t into me any longer. Later I saw her making out with a weesh bro type.

So I made a move on her friend instead, who loved the newfound attention. She brought me by hand over to the couches and we sat down. I had my arm around her and was moments away from going for the make out - she was flirting with me like crazy - when I felt a fat roll on her waist. I stopped myself, and began scrutinizing her face and body, waiting for the flashing DJ lights to catch on her and provide some visual clues to what I was working with. Perhaps my eyes deceived me, or my expectations had been set too high with the Croatian , but I pulled the ripcord. I got up from the couch without saying anything, walked to the elevator, and left. Though I am certain I could have banged this girl, I told myself that I didn’t come to NYC to have sex with an average looking girl. I can do that anywhere. I called it a night, deciding to save my energy to fight another day.

Monday night:

Naturally, when you sweat a beautiful girl, she is going to flake. And of course, the Croatian flaked on me Monday night, after having excitedly told me earlier in the day that she was coming into the city to see me that night. I was incredibly disappointed, both at her for flaking, but more so at myself for sweating her in the first place. I know I’m better than that.

Suited up, I started out at PhD at 1030pm: dead. Gansevoort rooftop: dead. The Standard: dead. Dos Caminos: dead. “Where the fuck do people party here on Monday night?” I knew there had to be a place. Just then, around midnight, a black towncar pulls up, and a couple model looking girls get out. Then another, this time with a custom suited G himself and two fly girls on his arms. He carried himself as if he were famous. Probably he was. I followed them.

They breezed by the bouncer and promoter at Catch. I was stopped in my tracks. They told me it was a guest list only event. They were turning people down left and right, all the while letting in a series of 9’s and 10’s and their male counterparts. I spotted a young hollywood celebrity, and a couple pro athletes making their way by me into the club. I knew this was the spot, I knew I had to get in. I knew I looked good enough to make the cut; without any connections it was the only thing I had going for me. I remembered a lesson I learned a long time ago: you can get into any place you want so long as you look like you belong there.

The Gods of Poon then threw me a bone: over my shoulder I heard a familiar voice. It was the Croatian girls friend, the one from Sunday night who had unceremoniously cock blocked me. What are the chances? I walk over, she is surprised to see me but gives me a hug, and is happy to chat with me for a second. Her group was quickly whisked in the door moments later, preventing me from tagging along with her.

Another 20 minutes pass, and I’m about to say fuck it. I call over the bouncer and promoter and ask them where can I get into tonight to have some fun. I had a positive attitude about it, and it was an honest question. The promoter gives me the once over and says “man, you can’t get in without a girl on the list. I can’t just be letting in single guys. But...where you from, how long you in town for. Only two nights? And you know this girl upstairs, you promise me that right? OK listen man, you’re in, have fun tonight.”

I don’t know if it was my suit, my attitude, the honest fact that I knew a fly girl already inside, or that the promoter saw in me an up-and-coming G that was looking to make sure his female guests had fun, not lower the value of his party, but he let me in out of the goodness of his heart. A class move, seeing as he turned away dozens of others that night.

When I get in, a feeling of overwhelming excitement hits me: I’m in a red hot club with the most beautiful people I’ve seen under one roof. The girls are all tall model types in heels and the guys all seem to have some level fame or wealth or connections and are wickedly well dressed. I had never seen this level of game/status among other men first hand. Perhaps this is normal for a lot of cats on this forum, but to me it was an eye opening experience.

This was the kind of place I had hoped to find in NYC; an upscale bumping party with a heavy girl ratio, and a young driving energetic vibe. It seemed like I was the only guy in the club flying solo, everyone else is getting bottle service or have girls on their arms already. I see the Croatian girls friend; she is surprised I got in, and we have a friendly chat for a minute before she returns to her group, never to be seen again.

I spot two girls alone at the bar; they both hook instantly. I don’t think anyone had been hitting on them all night, as the club ratio was girl heavy. I played my favorite game with them, guessing what country where they are from, and then giving them hints until they can guess where I am from. I am really good at this game.

One was from Romania, the other Ukraine. Things were going well, I had their full attention. But fuck me if I wasn’t stuck in the same situation as Sunday night: two girls hooking, and no wing to help me out. I flipped a coin in my head and picked the Ukrainian girl. The three of us danced, drank, and of course when I go to isolate the Ukrainian, she tells me “I have a boyfriend.” Goddamnit. Then she goes to the bathroom. I turn to the Romanian, who tells me that yes in fact Ukraine girl does have a man at home. Romanian is still receptive to me and no problem that I have my arm around her waist. But by this point I had played my hand and knew it was game over. “We are leaving soon. No we can’t go to another club we work tomorrow.”

I hang around to see what else I could glean from the players at work around me. At 4am I leave, feeling satisfied that I had witnessed things that will inform my style and game from here on out. I now understand the power of fame, the power of connections, the power of style. Of course we talk about all these things on the forum, but to see a top tier crowd at work was transformational for me. I now understand what GManifesto means when he harps on having places “on lock.” I now understand the role of cats like Christian McQueen and what they can do or not do for you based on any number of factors. I caught a glimpse of the best, and I want more of it.

On the way back to the dream, I try to hit up 1 Oak, Avenue, and the Electric Room, but I’m turned down at the door at each and too tired to stick it out this time. I go to bed with my dick in my hand but armed with a new perspective on The Game, which is more valuable than any one night stand could have been.

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DATA SHEET:

Hotels:

Dream Downtown - a dope spot. Rooms are trendy, excellent walkability to all the bars and clubs in the Meatpacking District. Rooftop bar, PhD, is a good spot. Perhaps more action on weekend nights. Lobby bar is slick, and the Electric Room is downstairs. There is even a natural juice bar in the lobby, great for curing hangovers and getting in vitamins after a night of drinking. I paid $750 for 2 nights here.

It’s also adjacent to Chelsea Market - good place to get a quick bite during the day. Mix of tourists and locals.

Bars/Clubs:

PhD: 12th floor rooftop lounge. Good date setup; couches abound, cozy lighting. Dead on Sunday/Monday, but the Croatian girls told me it gets going weekend nights when there is a live DJ.

Electric Room: A below ground after hours club at the Dream Hotel. I was here until 4am Sunday night and the place was still bumping. Tough to get in Monday night. Layout was setup for bottle service groups, not for posting up and spitting game at the bar. Girls dancing on top of couches. It’s a scene place, lots of good looking people. I think the move is to get here after 2am.

Gansevoort: Rooftop lounge. Trendy setup, but quiet on Sunday/Monday nights, at least before midnight. Great date spot.

Le Bain: Dance club on 17th floor and rooftop lounge on 18th. No cover. Door was easy on Sunday night. Lower end crowd than other places in the Meatpacking District, but the crowd itself was sizable and people were dancing and partying, so I had fun. Jeans and a blazer a better fit here than going for the full suit. Pick up at the main bar or on the dance floor, then move the girl upstairs to the lounge area, or behind the dance floor to the couches. The bathroom is coed; you could probably bang a girl in one of the stalls. Vodka soda price: $15

The Standard: Cool setup but just never drew me in.

Catch: Evidently the place to be on Monday nights in the city. Door was next to impossible, but worth the effort. Either bring a fly girl or two if you are not on the guest list, figure out how to get on the list, or call on your lucky stars like I did to get in. Celebrity sightings. Girls are model quality. The best club experience I had on my trip. Vodka soda price: $18

SoHo: Cool neighborhood. Great place to find a boutique and pick up a new piece or two for your wardrobe. Beautiful women shopping all over the place.
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#2
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Excellent post, really eyes opening!
Those Sun/MO I would just call it the night, but can see how mindset and persistence can flip the script in that NYC 40hrs experience.
WP!
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#3
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Great post. I've had similar experiences there in terms of stumbling upon a glorious scene. There are some good places to be for a man in his 30's who has a few extra bucks, decent looks and good game, but Manhattan is certainly the best in the USA and among the best in the world.
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Great story. I've been wanting to take an NYC trip like that

"If anything's gonna happen, it's gonna happen out there!- Captain Ron
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#5
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I go to Le Bain a lot when I'm in the city and it is as you mentioned - usually a little guy heavy, almost all European girls (a lot of french) but I have a friend who manages the bar which is the only way I get in (when I was 18 me and my high-school buddies used to sneak in through the hotel lol...it's probably still possible)

...On my way there I always walk by catch, and literally only see models walking in. Definitely the place to be on a Monday night like you mentioned, or thursday-saturday when I've seen model after model being escorted through the doors (usually from a limo or nice car).

Wonder if anyone else here has experience going to/locking down this spot?
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#6
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Good story and breakdown. +1.

Weekends like the one you experienced, shows you how things CAN be and are motivating.

Keep grinding Young G.
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Quote: (10-28-2013 01:21 PM)Spider Wrote:  

...On my way there I always walk by catch, and literally only see models walking in. Definitely the place to be on a Monday night like you mentioned, or thursday-saturday when I've seen model after model being escorted through the doors (usually from a limo or nice car).

Wonder if anyone else here has experience going to/locking down this spot?

I wouldn't say I have the spot on FULL Lock Down as I don't live in NYC.

However, my friend runs the show at Catch Miami and I had the hook up of the best table in the spot with three of my childhood friends (all guys, no small feat, although they all have tons of street credibility).

So yeah, I have some experience with Locking the place Down.

If I lived in NYC, I would have it of full lock down for sure.

I was dominating that place.

Catch NYC is tailor made for me just like Marvis Frazier was tailor made for Mike Tyson:






Side note:

Catch NYC has better food than Catch Miami.
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#8
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Great report. Glad to see you persisted despite the restrictions. Sun-Mon in NYC in the autumn has to be some of the tougher days of the year.

Quote: (10-28-2013 02:40 AM)BlurredSevens Wrote:  

Suited up, I started out at PhD at 1030pm: dead. Gansevoort rooftop: dead. The Standard: dead. Dos Caminos: dead.

This is why I avoid nightclubs these days, even if a place is allegedly hot they are simultaneously so fickle that they can be dead if you don't have your finger right on the city's nightlife pulse.
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Rolling solo generally gets you respect from bouncers/promoters worldwide.

Only time I ever got needled for it was from a bouncer in Dublin, but I just ignored him after he checked my ID and walked in.

Meeting up with a chick for drinks in the UES soon. Perhaps I'll take her down to MPS to see if I can garner some more color on PhD/Catch Mondays.

Was at Catch two Saturdays ago--wasn't as impressive as Blurred's night. Some 7s and 8s getting jammed in line, but definitely saw some 6s milling about inside as well, although there were some dabblings of 8s-9s.

Maybe Monday is the premier night for Catch.

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Spider - Good to hear you have experienced the same thing at Catch. I was worried my report might come off as exaggerated, but that spot is the real deal on Monday's.

McQueen - +1 back at ya. Your perspective and reports on the world of high end nightlife helped motivate me to explore the places I did in NYC.

G - One thing to note, Catch NYC has a 2-story restaurant and bar, and then the nightclub is on a separate floor above that. Not sure if it's the same in Miami, but getting into Catch the restaurant vs. the nightclub is a different play at the NY spot. That Tyson uppercut was swift and smooth...
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Quote: (10-28-2013 10:28 PM)BlurredSevens Wrote:  

G - One thing to note, Catch NYC has a 2-story restaurant and bar, and then the nightclub is on a separate floor above that. Not sure if it's the same in Miami, but getting into Catch the restaurant vs. the nightclub is a different play at the NY spot. That Tyson uppercut was swift and smooth...

Yeah, I am aware.

The restaurant is better than the club in my opinion.

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The Miami Catch does not have a club but has SL in the same hotel.

The original SL is in NYC, which I also went to and used Miami Juice to get into.

The Miami-NYC connection has always been and still is very strong.
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#12
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Awesome thread. Shows the importance of dressing well and a positive attitude for getting into top places as well as the importance of having a wingman.
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Thanks 7s, really enjoyed your report, and it's informative as I'm going to NY in a few weeks to visit friends. And sarge.

Would you say based on your experience that it's worth going full-blown suit vs say in just a blazer and nice pants? I definitely want to make the most of the trip.
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@Sugar:

Go full suit. Rock a pocket square. It's NYC and there's ALOT of cats who know how to dress and dress well.

A blazer and pants will have you confused with the 'help'.

Remember, you can never be Overdressed; but quite possibly the BEST dressed.
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Quote: (10-28-2013 04:01 PM)Vicious Wrote:  

Great report. Glad to see you persisted despite the restrictions. Sun-Mon in NYC in the autumn has to be some of the tougher days of the year.

Quote: (10-28-2013 02:40 AM)BlurredSevens Wrote:  

Suited up, I started out at PhD at 1030pm: dead. Gansevoort rooftop: dead. The Standard: dead. Dos Caminos: dead.

This is why I avoid nightclubs these days, even if a place is allegedly hot they are simultaneously so fickle that they can be dead if you don't have your finger right on the city's nightlife pulse.

I was actually surprised in how up and down NYC nightlife was.

I am sure if I lived there I would have it way more dialed in, but going off reputable sheets, and off reputable people's recommendations on the ground, and my own knowledge, NYC nightlife still seemed a little weak.

I honestly think Miami nightlife dominates NYC nightlife, from my perspective.

Still, it is probably #2 or #3 in America depending on your tastes, so I may be a little spoiled.
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Knowledge is a paradox. The more you learn, the more you realize you know very little.

The same can be said of life or success.

Great TR.

My appetite is totally whetted for NYC (I have some buddies that are locked in there, but I've been putting off NYC because of price. Maybe someday soon...)

WIA- For most of men, our time being masters of our own fate, kings in our own castles is short. Even those of us in the game will eventually succumb to ease of servitude rather than deal with the malaise of solitude
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It's a fair point G about NYC's nightlife. I personally stay away from high end nightlife because the investment of time/money doesn't fit for me.

What makes NYC amazing is that there is something for EVERYONE here.

Some bangs come from a morning cup of coffee. Some come from dinner at a wine bar. Some come from the subway. Some come from the Internet(okcupid is still gold here for hot women). Some come from a bar. Some come from wine tasting. I think you get the point.

Right now I have so many numbers and leads that I cannot possibly hang with all of these women. I make plans and then an even better girl comes around later in the week.

I see high end nightlife as a place to pursue if I'm in town for a short amount of time, or if I have the right connections. Otherwise, it's a real grind that I am rapidly losing interest in.
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Great sheet, and everyone should have an experience like this here. You sound like an opportunist and that is good, you are not waiting for someone to make a good time for you. I have been going to those clubs for years, had my company XMAS part at PhD last Dec, and had a sloppy time, great spot. I used to work in the big office building next to the Dream, and in the offices above Chelsea Mkt. Somehow the Gansevoort is still happening, its been around forever but its still drawing crowds, like Mint in Miami I guess. I go to clubs occasionally, but its not a lifestyle by any stretch, like Male Defined, it comes from any/every angle, I meet women everywhere and enjoy that a lot. I would be like this in any city, but the opportunities happen every single day you go out of your apartment.
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Nice job man. Could have gone a lot worse.

Next time day game harder so you can set up some prospects for the night to bring out with you. Strength in numbers.

I've been meaning to check out catch. Now I defintely will.

My favorite nights to go out in NY are Sunday and Monday believe it or not. Its mostly famous people and drug dealers. My type of crowd. All the amateurs are at home sleeping.
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Quote: (10-29-2013 03:36 AM)McQueensPlayboyRules Wrote:  

@Sugar:

Go full suit. Rock a pocket square. It's NYC and there's ALOT of cats who know how to dress and dress well.

A blazer and pants will have you confused with the 'help'.

Remember, you can never be Overdressed; but quite possibly the BEST dressed.

I will do so.
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PhD was indeed kind of dead when we walked in around 10:15... some people started trickling in 11:00-11:30, but still wasn't that hopping, so I bounced her over to Catch.

No line at Catch, but the upstairs (4th floor) lounge wasn't open yet--understandably, it was still relatively early--so we grabbed a drink at the restaurant bar. I got impatient and then brought her back to PhD after we finished a round.

It was legit at PhD by then. There were some tall, model-esque girls, and some cute shorties as well.

I had one of the worst days of my career today--like, potentially career-altering. It was not caused by the hangover/malaise from last night, but my ability to damage control was certain mitigated from it.

Oh well, YOLO.

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Quote: (10-29-2013 03:36 AM)McQueensPlayboyRules Wrote:  

It's NYC and there's ALOT of cats who know how to dress and dress well.

Yeah this was pretty mind blowing for me to see. I actually felt sloppy walking around during the day just wearing jeans and a blazer, whereas in other second-tier cities I am catching looks for the same outfit. It was refreshing to see so many men dressing like Men in NYC.
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CAN I PLEASE USE QUOTED ON MY BLOG???

With that said, you should've PMed me and/or checked NY datasheet...

Sunday, was a solid choice hitting Le Bain given the area and since Sunday is HIP HOP night. Although you could've gone to WIP hip hop party (on sunday) and get a handful of hipsters.

MONDAY, you experienced what I've been trying to tell people about "high end" scene. Imagine THAT 7x a week. Lets just say, you won't catch me doing no daygame hahahah.

Catch is the best MONDAY spot hands down in terms of "quality". Btw, was it the doorman with long hair? And is the promoter black? I could've gave you some names to drop for Avenue BUT regardless you were in the best monday spot.

The whole story was well written and your surely better at describe shit than I am.

Here is a video I made about a month back...






Quote: (10-28-2013 02:40 AM)BlurredSevens Wrote:  

Suited up, I started out at PhD at 1030pm: dead. Gansevoort rooftop: dead. The Standard: dead. Dos Caminos: dead. “Where the fuck do people party here on Monday night?” I knew there had to be a place. Just then, around midnight, a black towncar pulls up, and a couple model looking girls get out. Then another, this time with a custom suited G himself and two fly girls on his arms. He carried himself as if he were famous. Probably he was. I followed them.

They breezed by the bouncer and promoter at Catch. I was stopped in my tracks. They told me it was a guest list only event. They were turning people down left and right, all the while letting in a series of 9’s and 10’s and their male counterparts. I spotted a young hollywood celebrity, and a couple pro athletes making their way by me into the club. I knew this was the spot, I knew I had to get in. I knew I looked good enough to make the cut; without any connections it was the only thing I had going for me. I remembered a lesson I learned a long time ago: you can get into any place you want so long as you look like you belong there.

The Gods of Poon then threw me a bone: over my shoulder I heard a familiar voice. It was the Croatian girls friend, the one from Sunday night who had unceremoniously cock blocked me. What are the chances? I walk over, she is surprised to see me but gives me a hug, and is happy to chat with me for a second. Her group was quickly whisked in the door moments later, preventing me from tagging along with her.

Another 20 minutes pass, and I’m about to say fuck it. I call over the bouncer and promoter and ask them where can I get into tonight to have some fun. I had a positive attitude about it, and it was an honest question. The promoter gives me the once over and says “man, you can’t get in without a girl on the list. I can’t just be letting in single guys. But...where you from, how long you in town for. Only two nights? And you know this girl upstairs, you promise me that right? OK listen man, you’re in, have fun tonight.”

I don’t know if it was my suit, my attitude, the honest fact that I knew a fly girl already inside, or that the promoter saw in me an up-and-coming G that was looking to make sure his female guests had fun, not lower the value of his party, but he let me in out of the goodness of his heart. A class move, seeing as he turned away dozens of others that night.

When I get in, a feeling of overwhelming excitement hits me: I’m in a red hot club with the most beautiful people I’ve seen under one roof. The girls are all tall model types in heels and the guys all seem to have some level fame or wealth or connections and are wickedly well dressed. I had never seen this level of game/status among other men first hand. Perhaps this is normal for a lot of cats on this forum, but to me it was an eye opening experience.

This was the kind of place I had hoped to find in NYC; an upscale bumping party with a heavy girl ratio, and a young driving energetic vibe. It seemed like I was the only guy in the club flying solo, everyone else is getting bottle service or have girls on their arms already. I see the Croatian girls friend; she is surprised I got in, and we have a friendly chat for a minute before she returns to her group, never to be seen again.

I spot two girls alone at the bar; they both hook instantly. I don’t think anyone had been hitting on them all night, as the club ratio was girl heavy. I played my favorite game with them, guessing what country where they are from, and then giving them hints until they can guess where I am from. I am really good at this game.

One was from Romania, the other Ukraine. Things were going well, I had their full attention. But fuck me if I wasn’t stuck in the same situation as Sunday night: two girls hooking, and no wing to help me out. I flipped a coin in my head and picked the Ukrainian girl. The three of us danced, drank, and of course when I go to isolate the Ukrainian, she tells me “I have a boyfriend.” Goddamnit. Then she goes to the bathroom. I turn to the Romanian, who tells me that yes in fact Ukraine girl does have a man at home. Romanian is still receptive to me and no problem that I have my arm around her waist. But by this point I had played my hand and knew it was game over. “We are leaving soon. No we can’t go to another club we work tomorrow.”

I hang around to see what else I could glean from the players at work around me. At 4am I leave, feeling satisfied that I had witnessed things that will inform my style and game from here on out. I now understand the power of fame, the power of connections, the power of style. Of course we talk about all these things on the forum, but to see a top tier crowd at work was transformational for me. I now understand what GManifesto means when he harps on having places “on lock.” I now understand the role of cats like Christian McQueen and what they can do or not do for you based on any number of factors. I caught a glimpse of the best, and I want more of it.
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