Before I start. Stop reading now if you're expecting a crazy story. I'm cataloging every interaction I have out with girls until I reach my 200th interaction. A lot of them certainly won't make good stories. This is one of them. If you decide to read any further, you have my gratitude and I would appreciate your perspective on my interaction, but it's a long way to go without a punchline. So be careful.

These posts will probably not gel with the general ethos of the community. But they are true to me. Take them for what they are. I'm writing them to get better. If anyone wants to listen along the way, you are more than welcome to it.

I went out to a bar with the mindset of just having a good time and scoping out girls. My roommate and I ended up running a pool table for a good portion of the night. Early in I made eye contact with a dark-haired girl sitting at the bar. Eventually she moved to a booth closer to the pool table. The DJ threw on some really nice mixes and I really got into it. I felt very free and flowing, and I was having a blast. Eventually, she came up and asked if she could play. Of course, I said yes. As she was racking the balls I told her that something told me she was good at shooting pool. She laughed, and said we'll see. We talked for a long time about nothing. I was focusing on just being relaxed and enjoying the moment and being authentic rather than indicating romantic interest. I told her about how I just started coming to the neighborhood and how I really liked the vibe in each place I've been too. I focused on self-disclosing honestly about myself because I've been having an issue with throwing myself out there because I don't feel good enough to show to people. Her friend who was her shooting partner was off dancing like a lunatic with a mixed drink in her hand. She apologized for her friend and explained that her friend was Australian. I told her not to worry because I completely understand how those Australians are. I ended up talking and flirting a lot more with the Australian friend than the dark-haired girl. The Australian was very drunk and very fun. When she expressed her insecurities about shooting, I told her that I thought Australians were good at shooting pool. She laughed nervously and started explaining that they were, but that she wasn't right now. She eventually told me that if we let her win she would dance on the pool table topless. I told her that there was no way she would do that and that I would prove it to her. On the eight ball shot I purposely missed just to build some tension. They still didn't win. Then a bunch of guys started lining up to play next, and the girls fell by the wayside. We shook hands before leaving. The interaction was fun and mediumly sexually charged, but it was nothing to write home about. The girl with the dark hair eventually came back and sat by the pool table. We were in full swing with the other guys talking and laughing and shooting. I left her sit there for a good while. I was afraid to go back up and talk to her. She just watched. Many times when I looked over she was looking right at me. Eventually, I walked over to her and told her that it looked like the line got really long. I know she said. She didn't say anything else and I stood there leaning against the booth in silence, trying to distract myself with the pool game and keep my anxiety quelled. Eventually I walked away. It felt awkward. This is what I will from now on call an Indie moment. A valiant effort that brings about humiliation and tension and in hindsight some possible hilarity, much like when Indiana Jones screws up in the movies. It's my way of telling myself that it's okay to make mistakes and be embarrassed because people often find it endearing even though I am very hard on myself for it. I only find this last moment painful. After that, the girls hung around for awhile at the bar. My roommate went up to talk to them for a bit and seemed very relaxed about it, but ultimately, we had a table to run. I'd like to say the chemistry wasn't all there, and to a point that's true, but a lot of what I think happened in this situation was that I was afraid to escalate and stay in the driver's seat. By the end, I also lost my state, and felt uncomfortable revealing myself. It really wasn't in the cards and I didn't want to push something, but at the same time I think with a bit more confidence and creativity I could have made a little more out of the situation. I am unsure about which way to lean on this one. Your perspective and advice is appreciated. Thanks for listening.

Indie: 0 God: 11