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Last Friday was the LSS social in a central London club. I went along with the intention of meeting some new wings (My post on the wings section of the LSS has only got one crappy response so far. Either everyone does day game now, or people were put off by the fact I started the post with 'Dear Mansluts'. People need to learn to laugh. ). I only met one guy who fit the bill, and he lives slightly outside London, so don't know if we'll be sarging together much.

Between chatting to LSS guys I bought a drink at the bar by the dancefloor. I stood watching an Eastern European looking HB7 dance with her friend as I drank. I sensed they might be interested in meeting a man. This was confirmed when the HB7 shot me increasingly more obvious glances over her shoulder as she swayed her hips to the music. But I wasn't going to go yet. I never do anything on the dance floor while I've got a drink. It's one of my little quirks. Drinks and the dance floor don't mix in my opinion. Too much risk of spillage, and I like both hands free to escalate with.

When I'm done with the drink I go to her. A small bit of AA since the club was so empty. It's more nerve wracking approaching a girl when there's only half a dozen people on the dance floor. I find it easier when I can hide in crowds. I push past the AA and go.

Me: Blah blah blah Her (smiles): Blah blah blah

I take her hand and she's ok with it, even kinoing me back. I like the way this is going.

Dance with me, I say. Now she pulls away and says something I can't hear about her friend. I think she didn't want her to be left out. She went quite cold on me physically at that point compared to the initially warm reception. Since she wouldn't dance with me I told her maybe later and left her to it. I sensed the set still had some potential. Probably after she'd had another drink or two. She was giving me eyes a bit later, but I think she left early, so I never got a good chance to reopen.

All the LSS guys fucked off by 10pm. Some to a strip club, others to a Brazilian bar. I didn't fancy the Brazilian bar, and regular readers know that a strip club would be a financial disaster for me, so I stayed put. The club was only half full at that time, and a cockfest due to the fact they were playing one of the Euro 2012 football matches (soccer for the yanks amongst you). I don't like nightclubs playing football matches. It used to be just the pubs.

Although I know it's possible to pull when the club is a cockfest, when you almost can't see any women because it's just men everywhere you look, it's hard just to find a girl to hit on.

I meet up with an LSS guy who came too late for the social. He somehow instantly recognized me as a PUA, despite the fact I wasn't even wearing my platform boots or goggles that night. We chat PUA stuff for a while, then I say we should hit the dance floor and hunt for women. The club's about half full at this point.

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