So I was in this "douchey" (That's prolly the majority opinion) part of the city at a trendy bar. It had a downstairs dance floor dealy-0 and the main bar upstairs. I went with some friends, half hanging out/awkwardly looking at the various hot chicks down there while getting drunk. I don't really dance unless I'm completely plastered, and at that point it's not a good idea. Anyways, eventually we went back upstairs for the last hour and a half or so before last call.

Going back upstairs all those terrible vibes I was putting out and low status messages are gone. New crowd, fresh entrance, they have no knowledge of my beta behavior. As an aside, I am not tall at all and am also pretty small in general, my head is about the size of a cantaloupe and my body is proportional. But working in my favor I am more handsome than a lot of people, Probably most people.

I see this chick, solid 8.5/10. She's sitting on this long couch thing with a group of like three other girls. They are her friends I assume, and they are all a lot less hot than her. She is sitting slightly apart from them and not participating in the conversation. At this point one could only guess what transpired while I was downstairs. But my guess with the help of hindsight is she went there with the intention of being hit on, but it didn't happen. Some of the guys there were too shy to approach, and the more confident guys were already there with girls.

So I approach. Walk up to her, make solid eye contact and while smiling confidently say, (essential imitating Clyde from South Park) "Hey, What's going on?"

She smiled and basically said, that she was impressed most guys are "too scared to talk to me." That's an awfully self-congratulatory way of giving a compliment, but I'll take it as such. So she says she has a boyfriend. Not sure if I believe that or not, but basically I let her do a lot of the talking after that she's pretty much just giving me advice on talking to girls I guess. I wasn't really listening, I was proceeding to sit down and get close and so that before I knew it we're rubbing each other's arms and getting pretty cosy and we're making deep eye contact while she's giving me this advice. It seems to be going really well. But then It's almost last call and my friends are leaving in a cab to a way different part of town to crash at my friends sisters house. My one friend gets my attention and tells me they're going.

My dilemma is stay and risk being kinda drunk and really far away without any cash on me and not knowing where I'm going and they probably won't answer when I call. Or just leave, because she told me she had a boyfriend after all and what was I expecting anyways, getting invited back to her place to fuck? So I'm all, "alright, well I'm gonna go" I guess my thought was that gave her a chance to stop me. God dammit. Anyways, she suddenly gets really pissed and yells, "You Just Lost Your Chance!!!" I leave.