Poker Journal Day 32
Day 32, March 26: I woke up and did my morning work out on an empty stomach. Went downstairs and realized I had no bowl or microwave to make the oatmeal I purchased at the store. I dumped some in a cup and just poured on cold water and rolled with it. Immediate protein shake followed.
Decided I'd go out and day game all day. Haven't been out and social for a few weeks having been at the retreat, and I anticipated being rusty. I was, and found myself much more hesitant than normal. However, the third girl I approached things went really well and after about 10 minutes of sidewalk banter we went for coffee. Fuck I drank so much coffee today. I got her talking on dating and she mentioned how she was just out of a 3 1/2 year relationship and wants to find guys to have fun with who don't get clingy. The last guy who was supposed to be a player turned out to not be player enough and wasn't suitable when he suggested some form of weekend away. I told her I'm a polyamorist who discusses the external dating lives of the girls he sleeps with. She dug it, and we agreed to meet up for drinks tonight.
After that I went to get Korean BBQ for the second time that day, because, why not? Then the gym again. Then getting cleaned up to call Brooke and see what he was doing. He was staying in with the wife. I called the girl, who said she was at a bar she wanted to leave and that we should meet up at a bar named Soul at 9:30. I showed up, she didn't, and by 9:50 I bounced. You get used to flaking/stand up variance after long enough of doing cold approach; most numbers turn into flakes in fact, though I know a few guys who are off the charts at it. Went back to the hotel and contemplated my evening. Would I perhaps call around to find some weed, or go out? The night went both directions.
I called some friends looking for a connection. Nothing going. I decided I'd just go walk the streets and cold approach people with the question and after finding some, go play video games at a store I passed that's open 24/7, stoned, making for an excellent evening. I headed into the streets of Auckland and when I walked past any young dudes or girls who looked like they might be the chill type I went over and said "Hey are you guys from Auckland?" If I got a yes I'd say "Ah okay cool, so do you know where a dude can get some weed around here?"
Nobody I asked was offended. The first dudes were like "Oh sweet dude any night of the week it's this guy but he's actually out tonight!"
"Sorry bro" said the chill looking bro who was usually in supply.
Bro was the theme of the evening. The fourth group I asked was two dressed up hot girls walking down the street. They weren't bothered at all and the blonde one started texting her friends to see if she could find any for me. I had never considered it's pick up applications, but it turns out just going up to girls and asking where to find weed is a pretty effective way to get them to stop and have a chat to you with the addition of knowing a prexisting common interest. After bantering a bit the blondes friends replied no and I kept moving. I went into a bar and asked some random people, was immediately made a "bro" and enthusiastically introduced to their one girl, and was given truly heart felt apologies when they were unable to provide. Walked up to another group and they didn't have it. Walked up to some Middle Eastern dudes and one of them exploded with "Yea! I'm the man bro!" The young man and I, Lucky as he prefers to be called, stepped outside and had a conversation. He said we could and get some no problem, so long as I smoked him up. I said that's what weed karmas all about. He called over his boy Omar and we discussed how we would get to it. It was a 15 minutes drive away and they were both heavily intoxicated, and as it turned out, on pills of some kind. It was decided that I would drive Omar's car, as I was sober and the guy they had met at least a few minutes ago.
We walked over to his car while they drunkenly hollared at every girls that walked by with. Omar unparked it, and I got in to drive. Every third word from their moves was "bro". We discussed how I'm an American, and they're Iraqi's, and that's all cool with everyone cause we're all bros. Fuck them governments and shit, this is about weed damn it, we look beyond the political boundaries. I have no idea where I'm going and Lucky directs me. They crank the Neo on the their stereo. We drove well out of the city and into the suburbs, then I was told to U-turn and pull up to a darkened house. Lucky ran in with the $30, and brought back a finger of weed wrapped in foil, which he said had been their last one. Variance upswing! A quick drive back to the city, more walking down the street while the two of them yelled insanity at every girl, and back to the bar we origionally met. Lucky invites me to his friends 21'st tomorrow; we're totally bros now.
The three of us dart around a corner and take a seat on some stairs under a building entryway with what turns out to be two Isreali dudes, who are travelers hanging about drinking cheap wine from the bottle. Lucky rolls it up and the three of us blaze away. Omar is in terrible shape, swaying heavily and having to be up at 8:00am the next day. Everyone hollers at random girls that walk by. Being the random dudes in the alley way who reek of weed is not the place to be hollering from.
We returned to the bar, and I ran into my bros from before who were so apologetic about not having weed. Everyone started hitting it off and it turns out they were navy boys and girls out getting hammered. After some discussion, it was decided between me and one of the Navy guy's, JD, that we really ought to go around the corner and smoke more weed, as we had become such bros and all. We took a seat next to the Isreali boys again and a third had showed up. Upon rolling the joint and having some banter with them, it was decided they should be included in all joint smoking and related activities. Two girls walked by, were hollered at, and promptly mooched a cigarette from one of the Isreali dudes. They didn't want to get high. We start smoking a girl walks by, smells it, turns and attempts to sell us ecstacy. The Isrealis consider it but she gets tired of their bad English and walks.
JD stumbles back to the bar and I wind up hanging with the Isreali's talking to poker. I am introduced to Ben, Tuval, and Guy. We discuss that we should go out in search of more weed, plus Tuval has Isreali girls meeting us out. I'm invited to Tel Aviv, invite them to Melbourne, and everyone is bros. We go for food, then head down near a hostel and start asking around. I talk to some Maori dudes and they profusely apologize to me, but they just can't sell in the city. "You know how it is bro." I tell him it's chill an I'm apologized to twice more.
Tuval's girls show up with three random dudes. When one of them, Maya, hears I have weed she immediately turns on me and flips her eyes on. "You have weed?!" "Hi, how are you?" I reply. Ben meets a guy who says he can get a large quantity of weed. Guy gets into detail with him and it's decided that an ounce is to be purchased that we can all buy from. I grab his number to call him tomorrow about it. It's decided that so long as there will be more, we ought to go smoke the rest of what I got. The dudes the girls brought leave and the six of us walk over to some parking lot and Guy rolls up a multi paper one. I start heavily chatting up the other girl, Elle, who is wearing a giant St Patricks day hat very late. Apparantly she missed it. Her accent is sweet as. We are constantly interrupted by random drunks; the first attempting to exchange his cheesberger for a cigarette, a message that it takes him 5 minutes of yelling to relate, the second a young man who stole a bottle of whiskey from a club, offered it to everyone, and recanted us with his long history of stealing things upon my requesting it. Things reached 2:30 and I figured with a 12:15 start it was time to call it an evening. I made plans to meet up with Guy when the day finishes and get everything sorted.
I never really thought about it before, but you can not only go out for drinks with people, you can go out for weed with people. In one evening of approaching randoms in the street asking where to buy I wound up making more bros than I can remember in some time. Or maybe it's just New Zealand?