Some high school friends and I planned a trip to Virginia Beach and are AirBnBing until Sunday. The 6-hour car ride down here was abysmal, but we made it. I hadn’t meditated or read my frames at all since waking up at 7 am and could feel the low-vibration energy building inside me. I felt as irritable as Trump whenever he’s blue-balled by Melania. We finally get back from dinner, and I had my peaceful 20 minute meditation with frame reading afterwards. Liberation. Then the night started.
Earlier in the day, I bantered with a waitress and a customer at a diner we pulled over at and collected a few venue names. Later we ate dinner at a seafood joint and got a few more places under our belt from the waiter. We got back, relaxed, and started the night super fucking late at around midnight because my friends wanted to finish several games of beer pong. Fuck going out, am I right? Getting shitfaced to the point of Alzheimer’s and making loud noises obscenely is the shit! Who needs approaching women? That’s for losers! Life is about constant assertion of my masculinity and concealing of my insecurities! All joking aside, we finally start a little before 12.
At 12, we get downtown. S and J disappear off to an adjacent street of clubs while V, K, and I find parking. We need coins to pay the meter so I enter Doc Taylor’s to get change. On the way, I spot a decently attractive blondie with an Indiana Jones-looking hat on in her car. My first car open ensues. “Excuse me, I have to go grab drinks with friends but noticed you’re decently attractive. Who are you.” She laughs. I statement of empathy, she hooks, and we vibe. We exchange names and I start setting up a date for tomorrow or Saturday night since she gets off work late. I learn a bit more about her, qualify her, and exchange numbers to seal the deal. Although she’s ever so slightly under my threshold for attractive, she had a very down-to-earth personality. If I’m horny enough the coming days, I’ll hit her up. I felt like that set was instructor-level because she hooked so easily and I did not find her particularly attractive. Now the challenge is to treat all sets like this one.
At 12:15, we check out the first venue of the night, Doc Taylor’s. Its decent but dying down. I open a 2-set inside with, “Are you guys from Virginia Beach. We’re passing through and are trying to immerse ourselves as much as possible”. One girl hooks while the other is occupied, we vibe about the town and what she does, and SC exchange. V, J, and S immediately ask me what I said to her after I leave set. I can see the curiosity in their eyes. It amuses me. The bar starts closing so we leave.
At 12:45, we check out another bar down the block, LunaSea. The layout of the venue was fucking genius: chatting bar on the first floor inside, club on the second floor inside, and a two-tiered bar behind out back surrounding a sand lot with corn hole and live music. I vibe with a bachelorette party group upon entering, a mixed set of 2 guys 1 girl a few steps away, and walk around. Upon seeing the outdoor area, I truly felt like the game was meant to be called, “the game”. People were sprawled out everywhere waiting for me to chat them up, and I felt at the cause of the night, not the effect. Through studying theory and garnering reference experiences, I felt motherfucker empowered walking through this venue knowing what the fuck to do. There are not many sets, so I open older groups to keep in grounded state flow. While walking back, I notice a mixed set: 3 chicks and 1 dude seated at the outdoor bar. I ask for the drink menu from the bartender then ask the mixed set what’s good here, lead into asking them where they’re from, and exchange names. I befriend the guy and learn they’re from DC. Then, one of the chicks stares me dead in the eye, I stare back, and she puts her arm around me. Hooking without doing any work? I’m not complaining. We isolate a few steps away from the rest of her group, I lock in, vibe/coldread with her, and start screening for logistics. Then I realize this chick is drugged out of her mind on some concoction of chemicals and is LSE as shit. When asking who she’s here with or where she’s staying, she slurs her speech and clings on to me over and over. She then drags us back to her group, and I bid farewell.
At 1:15 while leaving LunaSea, we run into a mixed set of 2 girls and 2 guys. I ask them whether they’re from Virginia Beach: the dudes are but the chicks have a European accent. I’m in for a treat. Turns out they’re Siberian. I confidently utter “hello”, “dog”, and “penis” to them in Russian (my roommate taught me well). They hook immediately and ask where I’m from. We vibe about our backgrounds, where they work, and plans for the night. One of the girls seems to be dating one of the dudes, but the slimmer model-looking one is squared up to me. They’re working at the local Wendy’s. I IG exchange both of them and WhatsApp exchange my girl. Later I IG DM her telling her I’m anticipating her chicken nuggets. Cool girl and the last thing I would have expected in Virginia fucking Beach.
For the next 30 minutes, K is piss drunk out of his mind and also coked out of his mind apparently. He’s chatting up every single moving organism on the streets. It’s hilarious but ends up being a huge unnecessary time sink. If K doesn’t fix this substance abuse problem, I’ll have to stop going out with him.
At 1:45, we roll up to the outside of Peabody’s, the town’s biggest club. It’s starting to close though so we chat up the people leaving. Everyone’s very warm and opens easily. When you tell people you’re a visitor and are trying to make friends, shit hooks most of the time left and right. There are no sets left and so we make our way back to the car and call it a night.
Back at the AirBnB, S starts shit-testing me and it’s adorable. When I take my shirt off and check out my physique, he says he’s bigger than me and tells me I need to workout more. If S is bigger than me, then Julien is a virgin. He asks me what my goals are with bodybuilding, and I unleash a passionate speech about it transforming my life and how it’s not for the weak-disciplined. He backs down and I start ignoring him. Why did S start this out of the blue? I suspect it may be because he saw me being socially free out in the bars and a drastically different person from high school. 711 can’t be good with girls! He needs to be the fat chode who I pick on for self-validation! I fully resonated and felt what Max has been putting forward all these years: when people see you advancing in life, they hate you at first but eventually shift to admiration when you express good intentions. More importantly, the law of averages never echoed louder in my head: I am the average of the 5 fucking people I hang out with the most. In that moment with S, the low-vibration energy returned, and I wasn’t even aware of it until well after while showering. Now, being a friend Nazi and having ridiculous standards of who I want to be around doesn’t get me anywhere, but if someone or thing is stunting my personal growth, I need to cut that shit out. Hiroshima that shit out of my paradigm. You can probably just tell from this paragraph the negative energy this situation brought out in me. Nevertheless, it was a good frame test, and I grew from it.
Another thing: while out tonight, I dressed more urban and streetwear than I normally do and felt so much more congruent. No more were the bright pastel colors of people-pleasing preppiness. I internally recognized a large portion of my wardrobe last year and the years before were to conform to and seek approval from preconceived notions of upper class. I wasn’t being myself and certainly wasn’t being honest.
Tomorrow will be sleeping in, exploring the actual beach of Virginia Beach, and going out for our second night out.