First off, let me get the obligatory "Thank you Seddit!" out of the way... Thank you Seddit!

I'm your typical AFC, riddled with AA (and I mean riddled). I'm the nice guy, the polite and apologetic guy whose balls are one more failed approach away from turning into ovaries... I've been here for a while, reading and learning, but never implementing. Last night I finally grew some and actually tried.

Now before I get into the story, I should mention that this is probably not the most successful FR you'll have read today. Sure I got the close but.. well, you'll see.. ON WITH THE POST!

I was out with a group of friends at one of our regular bars/clubs, having a great time dancing and goofing around. I'd been getting some attention from girls throughout the night (HB6s & 7s mostly), just drunken dancing though, nothing to write home about.*

It get's to 2am and the lights come up, we get our coats and shuffle out with everyone else. I get out the front door and see a guy (Pussy) who'd been hanging out with us (a friend of a friend, he seemed cool) chatting to this HB8.5/HB9, we'll call her HB9. Immediately I was like "Shit... I need to talk to her". I watched them for a couple of minutes while chatting to my friends. You could see it in Pussy's face, he was trying to chat her up. He had that nervous, just been called up to the head masters office, look on his face. Pussy wasn't getting anywhere.

A couple more minutes pass and their conversation had pretty much dried up and HB9 was looking like she was about to leave. I was right next to her at this point, our groups had merged together. I stick out my hand and say hi, which seemed well received, she was pretty smiley and chatty. I can't really remember the conversation, it only lasted about a minute before she saw her friend, a nice looking HB8, and wandered off. I turned to my friend who told me I should get her number, mentioned I felt bad for Pussy, who'd been trying for the past 10 minutes or so (probably an excuse not to try), to which my friend replied "That guy's a dick, go for it!". That's all the motivation I needed, I was pumped.

We start moving in the direction of the taxis (they park outside the bar waiting for the drunks), where HB9 and HB8 were headed. I see them just kind of standing around near the taxis when I hear the word "GO!" from my friend next to me. I was off.

This is when shit happened. I push over to her and get her attention.

ME: (looking her right in the eye) Hey. Gimme your number and we'll grab coffee later on in the week.

(Apparently my AA though that sentence would sound better if I had a stutter...)

HB9: What?

ME: (without the stutter this time) Gimme your number and we'll grab a coffee later on in the week.

HB9: I don't know my number...

(I knew that was some sort of shit test, and I remembered a couple of threads on here talking about persistance)

ME: You not got your phone on you like?

(Before she had time to answer HB8 jumped in. I recognised her from dancing with me earlier in the night. Great ass.)

HB8: (Pulling her phone out) I'll give you her number!

She kneels down next to me (did I mention I'm in a wheelchair?) and starts reading the number to me as I put it in my phone. I give HB9 a missed call so she's got my number, her bag starts to vibrate.

ME: (with a cheeky smirk) So you do have your phone?

(This was met with laughter and a slightly sheepish (super cute) look.)

ME: (with good eye contact and a grin) I'll text you tomorrow and we'll organise our coffee.

HB9: (smiling) Okay.

I bugger off back to my friends with the biggest shit eating grin on my face, I'm greeted with a sea of high fives, and one defeated looking Pussy. It felt gooood.

So as I said, probably not the greatest exhibition of seduction, but it was my first time ever being direct and actually thinking about what I was saying. I got the #-close, but I can't help but feel like if the friend wasn't there I'd have gone home empty handed.

*I'm in a chair you see, (drunk)girls seem to find that cute, but it never gets past "Oh dude, you're awesome!" and a couple of minutes of dancing.

TL;DR Watched dude fail at picking up an HB9. Got egged on by friends telling me to give it a shot. Told her straight we're getting coffee. Got shit tested only to have HB9's friend swoop in and save the day. I'm chuffed as shit!

PS - Any advice on text game? I'm planning on texting her later on today to try and get that coffee date. I've had trouble with being a clingy pussy via text in the past, I do not want to come across like that.