I struck out miserably. All Night. I feel fantastic. I went to my friend S's birthday party. The only girls that were talking to me were two tens, both of which were all up on every dude there. So that was annoying, I banged neither of them. Though one drunkenly stuck my number in her phone. Then went off hooking up with some other dude.

I drank a little bit too much, passed out for a minute and somehow ended up in a car with an HB7. She suggested stopping by her place for a sandwich. Which I apparently misread as an invitation to bang. She was not into the moves I put on her. (Nothing rapey, just a kiss).

I'm sitting in my apartment here, the girl I called didn't pick up. I am sitting here and I couldn't care less.

On the plus side, I did meet two potential wings to go out with finally. My approach anxiety is getting choked out like a bitch and I feel hungover as shit but pretty good about myself at the moment. Best of luck to you on in the remainder of your weekends.