Second FR, first can be found here.

FR #2

Again in Austin, Tx, but not during South by Southwest. I'm visiting a couple female friends of mine who live there, and we all go out for dinner and bar hopping, where I meet two of their friends. One lives in Austin, we'll call her Fitz, the other is visiting from Dallas. Dallas is my target. I grab a seat next to her at dinner, and we talk about the usual stuff 23 year olds do. Where did you go to college? What are you doing now? Oh really? That's awesome! blah blah blah, getting acquainted. Fast forward to the bars. We end up at a hipster place called Barberella, with a packed dance floor and extremely loud music. This was months ago so I can't remember the exchange exactly, but I built enough comfort with her that I grabbed her hand and dragged her onto the dance floor. We dance for a while, and I progressively increase the physicality. We're grinding away, and I decide it's time to test the waters for a kiss. I stop dead and yell over the music "YOU KNOW WHAT?"

"WHAT?" she replies.

"I LIKE YOU." I say.

"I LIKE YOU TOO." She yells back.

Initiate saliva exchange. We alternate between dancing and making out until the place closes and our friends round us up. Just like in my first report, I'm thinking all systems go for a hook up.

Her friend, Fitz, ran into a couple guys she knows, who offer the three of us a ride back to her place. We all pile into his brand new Audi S5, with me sitting bitch in the microscopic backseat, like the gentleman and idiot that I am. We arrive back at the friends place, where more drinks are poured and everyone starts telling stories and generally socializing. Dallas works with mentally challenged kids, specifically those with autism. Turns out Mr. Audi has started several companies, including one that's currently doing research on how to help autistic kids. Needless to say they discuss this commonality of theirs for a seemingly endless amount of time, while I sit there trying to come up with a way to change the subject without seeming like an asshole. Hours pass....

Dallas ends up falling asleep on the couch, but I convince her to come to bed with me. We make out a little more, but like in FR #1, it's half hearted on her part. I couldn't even get her shirt off or sneak in a decent boob feel. Next morning things aren't awkward, but there are zero sparks flying. Our combined group of friends meets up for lunch, where I rejoin my original group and never see Dallas again. Timing never seemed right to get her number, plus she lives a couple hundred miles away.

The main sticking point I take away from these encounters is my lack of verbal game. I can make small talk and interrogate a girl for a while, but I can't seduce her with words. I'm fine with the physical parts. If I can get her on the dance floor I can make a move, but outside the club scene I struggle.