Removed for drunken content.
I am going to RE-write this now that I am sobber. Alas, what was written was certainly a dive into a liquored brain (which can be fun in itself) and since I have rules of engagement (like never taking a drunken chick home) I think it's only fair that I re-write this in a more "clear" way.
This morning I stumbled in very tipsy. I had a pretty good night with the usual number close success. This morning I opted not for the cab-to-my-/your-place close because the level of Muscle Bound Douche Bag energy emunating out of this place was ridiculous. In the club... sweltering. There were ladies in the 8-10 arena (looks wise) and maybe 1-7 in the brains department which are prey to me for short stunts.
Now women are always competing against each other but they are catty, they dress up, they use their mouth and hardly do they ever fist fight unless significantly intoxicated. Guys on the other hand I always THOUGHT were just going to be cool. But I am starting to realize more and more... the better you are at your game the more people become haters (especially those of the Douche Bag line.) I understand that their male genes are dominiant when it comes to muscles and being fit and shit - I don't look like I am chisled out of stone, however, my intellect genes are pretty damn good. I personally think it more important to be cunning and clever then walking around like you are roided up with sparkley pink tight shirt on. The muscle bound dudes in the place were not so cool. Last night I thought about how interesting it would be to have a Discovery channel film a club environment like I was in. It would have made for a very interesting study. I felt like I was on an island with Seals on it but the Big Bulls were not doing shit except for trying to scare away the competition.
I'm outside of the club and 3 very fine ladies are standing outside and three guys (one very drunk, one very judging type.) The ladies walk by so I pull them in to see if I can warm up the douches with some Divachki (Divachki's is a reference from Clockwork Orange by Stanley Kubrick - check it out if you haven't seen it...) These birds are chatting away and I am trying to connect them respectively up to the guys so I can peel off the most attractive one (lets say a 8 looks wise and maybe a 7 intellect wise... the one that is kind of standing out.) Every time I try to peel them off the guys shift nervously around and do not have the balls to talk to the chick I am hooking them up with (the others I would say fair 9s respectively.) Everytime I try to push the two 9s away they refocus back on me and the Douche Bags do not collect them... they just shift nervously around. So I continue with my verbal ball busting of the chicks and just having a good time (by the way all of them are laughing at my ball busting.) After a few number exchanges and they are off the drunk one turns to me and says, "I do not like the way you are treating women." I just kind of look at him and chuckle. I tell him, "hey man - we're just here to have fun... let's not get upset over spilled milk." He continues to jump into a verbal assault with acts of aggression towards me. Then he looks at my hat and the swagger and begins to become jealous... I realize it's time to back away and go back into the club. It's funny though - men are just as competitive as women with other men even when you are in the land of milk and honey.
Curious to see you guys see these same activities (if you are a single ENTP lady's man.)