I'm not sure how well I really "sarged", but the evening ended with an f-close, and I think some of this PUA stuff helped. First of all, I'm gay, so all the players involved are women...

I met this girl who's a new friend/wingman at this monthly lesbian club. I'd arrived a little late and she was already there with an HB9 she really into who's also got a friend along, an HB4. They are all chatting away and I manage to hop into the conversation pretty well. Then this blonde HB8 comes in with an HB5 friend who my wingman and I had met a week or so ago. I like the HB8, but she's also obviously quite fond of attention from admirers, so I say hi and go back to talking to the HB9 and HB4. I'm focusing on trying to stay engaged and looking like I was having a really good time. I was feeling both, so it wasn't too hard. The HB8 and HB5 are milling around and later I start joking around with the 5 and still ignoring the 8. Then another HB8 shows up and starts talking to us. This 8 I like even more than the other one, but she's got a date for the night. She was showing me a lot of attention though, so I just kinda hang around and eat it up. Not flirting with her really though, just having a good time. Then, rather suddenly, everyone scattered on to the dance floor and I'm by myself for about a minute, when this amazing HB10 teenager comes and sits across from me and starts texting. Fortunately, she pauses her typing pretty quick and says hi. As I'm a foreigner in Sweden, it's pretty easy to start a random conversation. Even though she's smoking hot, I'm not interested. She's just too young, 19. We chat for a bit, then I leave her with her phone... or her "date" as I was calling it. For some reason, it felt important that I be the one to walk away. Then I proceed to find my friends on the dance floor and dance for a bit... and drink a bit more. I'm not drunk yet, but getting pleasantly buzzed.

Nothing significant happens for a while, until I'm somehow by myself again standing on the edge of the dance floor. As I'm thinking what I should do with myself to avoid standing there like a dork for too long, the HB8 that I like pops up and puts her arm around me and asks why I'm all alone. I just smile and say something about not being alone anymore. She says something about how she likes it that I'm always smiling (it's been a concentrated effort). It's a bit awkward with her arm over my shoulder because she's much shorter than me, so I stand up straighter and remove her arm. We then see someone we know and go over there to chat. The HB8 grabs on to my arm and leans up and says something about how she likes to have me close because I feel like "protection". I'm not that tough, so this is kinda funny and I laugh. I say something about how she can pretend I'm undercover security. Not so funny, but she laughed. After a bit, it's starting to feel like this thing of her hanging off my arm is going on a little too long and should either escalate or end. So, I break it off and go for a smoke outside. Normally, I would have just hung out and soaked up the attention as long as she was offering it, but the break seemed like a better PUA move.

After my smoke, the place is getting close to closing and people are beginning to scatter. I find my wingman, and we are talking about how it sucks there's nowhere else to go. My HB8 shows up again and says she knows some place, so we head off down the street with her. When we arrive, it's this cheesy straight club that's expensive to get into, and my wingman just wants to go home (thankfully she's a good wingman without knowing it). So, we say our goodbyes, and the HB8 and I head into the club. At this point, I'm a little worried that I'm following her lead too much, but I'm also getting the vibe that she's into me. At this point, I'm a little too drunk to game well. It's there that she finally asks how old I am... drumroll. I'm 41 and she looks in her early 20s. I'm honest though because that's just how I like to play it. Luckily, it's not a deal breaker for her. She even claims to be 30. I suspect she's lying, but blow it off. I know she's into me now, but before I had a chance to think about how I should play it, we start fooling around in the club. Of course this is attracting attention, and I want to get out of there. So, when she moves to put her hand down my pants, I grab it and suggest we go to my place. She agrees... and we're off. :)

We were both a bit too drunk for great sex, but it was still fun. I probably made a mistake in letting her hang around and eat breakfast after we woke up, but I was really hungover and not really thinking about game. I'll have to work on that for next time. I feel like maybe I should have PUA'd more or something, but I pretty much got the result I wanted, so can't complain. Plus, I actually think the game of getting them to pick me up is what's going to work best for me... considering I'm usually old enough to be their parent, it's the most age appropriate and respectable way to go about things in my opinion.

While I have her number, I don't plan on using it. Rather I'll just wait until I run into her again, I'm sure I will, and see what happens.