The Gallant Knight

There isn't a need for a creative title to this blog. It is what it is. For the second night in a row, I should not have driven home, but I did anyway. No hook up tonight, but a good story nonetheless.

Logan convinces me to go to the Gallant Knight, this dive bar/club somewhere in Houston. I've been wanting to go for the past 12 months, and I finally make it.

This place rocks.

I couldn't believe it. I thought it would be some gigantic bar scene with a bunch of posers. Turns out the $10 cover charge really is a good filter. Logan picks up my cover. I love you man. There is a band. The name is Klock Work. I like Klock Work. They rock work. Like clock work.

I go with Logan's roomates Philip, Craig, Matt and friends Craig, Mario, Mike D (who is moving to Alabama soon - the outing tonight was in his honor), Laura, and Janelle. It's a good time. Mixed crowd, both racially and agewise.

I spat the initial stages of game to Janell. She wasn't really feeling it. But that's ok. I have a big ass pile of game to draw from. I'm pretty aggressive. My good friend Kristin calls me the 2nd most sexually agressice guy she knows. Second only to a guy who makes regular appearances on HBO's Real Sex series. Not much aggression tonight. There was a half black, half asian girl in the club tonight who was BANGIN'. I didn't know what to do. Froze up again. Dammit. Whatever, I'm rich.

I can't wait to hit that spot again. I was pleased to see the older women there. That's so hot. 34 year-old's don't fuck around. They give it to you straight. I like that. I lost my ring about a month ago. Tiffany silver mesh. I need another one. It's hot. I'm going to Austin tomorrow. Hook 'em, bitches.

Girls met: 0
Numbers: 1 - but it doesn't count. It was Laura's. Nothing against her, but I know who she is. No game spit to get it.
Outlook: I still can't believe I nailed an asian girl last night. That was a great moment in hookup history.