23-09-2013, 02:08 PM
Thanks for the advice Seren. Didn't come up as a new post before so hadn't seen it until just now.
Field Report of last friday (20th)
Freshers fair went well. Got fuckloads of people to sign up for skydiving! The girl I was going to meet up with was there and said hi, hugged me but then left almost immediately.
Went to the pub for a beer with the committee and pretty sure one of the girls on it is somewhat into me; she's being playful, pretended to cry when I left and went home. Have mildly flirted since. Will have to keep an eye on that one.
But this is where the fun really starts...
My housemate's friends from home came around and they were literally some of the funniest people I'd ever met. Tears streaming before we'd even drunk anything. With great company and plenty of beers, this was going to be a good night.
After a generous pre-drink, we headed out to a freshers night at a club in the center. Bit dead when we arrived (around midnight) but things perked up reasonably. The guys had decided that we were all going to wear semi-formal shirts so here we were in a sea of shaved back and sides/graphic tee wearing guys looking like fish out of water. To seal the deal, one of the mates bought champagne for us all so we sat, drank champagne and toasted to whatever the fuck. I wasn't quite sure what to make of it all but we were attracting attention of the ladies, so I decided I liked it. I felt dominant and powerful in this situation. Definitely some James Bond element to it.
We then take to the dancefloor. A girl tells me that she really likes my shirt. I am taken aback at this and reply that her dress looks nice too. In hindsight, I should have started conversation with her immediately but I was too concentrated on maintaining my composure to do anything and went and joined the guys on the dancefloor.
The rest of the night is fairly uneventful. We fill the night with jagerbombs and steadily worsening dance moves. I start to get into the mood yet find myself frustrated that it's so hard to talk to girls on the dancefloor. I try to compliment a girl but she can't hear me and after 3 more attempts to say something, I give up, shrug it off and continue dancing.
After this, I get a bit bored with just dancing around so I excuse myself from the group and start to make observations on my phone. I see a heavily peacocked guy approach a girl by dancing up to her and going in hugging the waist. Within around 30 seconds, they're making out. This perplexes me.
The mood is lightened when I notice a guy from my hometown in the club, trying his luck. He's on good form and we talk and dance together. I meet a fresher from my university and we dance and talk for a while. In hindsight, I should have become more intimate when she started giving me periods of extended eye contact but I bottled it, number-closed and went to find the guys again. We're eventually kicked out of the club around 3ish because it gets a bit dead.
Alright so what I've learnt from tonight is game on the dancefloor is very much a physical thing that I'm not sure I'm really a fan of. Like, I want to get to know you before I throw you around the place. My ideal atmosphere is a bar with a dancing element (so I can throw down if I feel so inclined) but where you can actually hear people and talk about mundane shit and just have fun.
Overall feelings... Had fun but feel like I'm still trying too hard and being too unnatural/overanalytical about what's going on but I guess that frustration really did come from the fact that I wasn't really comfortable with being on a dancefloor environment for a good 3 hours. Sitting, having banter, meeting people and then maybe a bit of dancing is far preferred.
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