Okay, just got back from the field, somewhat tipsy (4:35 A.M. here), so excuse any mistakes with this FR.

I come back from my internship, take the usual bus at the train station, when this smoking hot redhead HB9 sits in the same bus, wearing a tight grey dress. I am reading my book (in Hebrew) and try to get her interested, but then I remember that I am the one who needs to approach her. Got AA all over me and next thing you know, girl exits the bus. I spend the entire remainder of the bus ride and more kicking myself mentally for not even trying an approach. Get home by around 19:00

There is a house party at one of my female friends' places on around 20:00. I know I cannot get prepared on time (gotta shower and whatnot), so I arrive a total of around an hour and a half late. House party is meh, only social circle, so no real place for gaming.

At around 00:30, we move out to the centre of Brussels. Two of the group decide to go home, leaving us as a total of 3 (2 girls and me, one of them kinda HB 7, but not gonna try to game her). Eventually, I call one of our friends, and she and more mutual friends will be where we are in 5 minutes. We wait 10, and they still don't arrive, so we decide to go to the Delirium - basically Brussels' most notorious spot and, unknown by my female friends, a regular PUA are.

Fuck. So tired. Already 04:45 A.M. now... bite the bullet, finish this FR!

So we get to the Delirium. I decide to call my friends to see what's up. This is when things get interesting. A girl (HB around 7.5, let's call her Dancer) grabs me and tells me "Let's dance!"

Me: "I gotta call my friends."

Dancer: "Let's dance!"

Me: Or else what?

Dancer: she pulls closer to me, can sense some attraction in there (well, duh, she drew you in for a dance! I know, I know.

Me: No, really, I have to call my friends.

Dancer: I don't care. continues dancing

Me: pulls her closer Well, whatcha gonna do about it if I go? smiles

Dancer doesn't answer, but grabs my hands, so we dance a bit, and then she suddenly pulls away from me saying "Very bad, D minus!"

I decide it's time to sit down, so I grab the nearest chair and another, and tell her to sit down next to me. I do some fluff talk with her with pretty heavy kino all the time, and then I stand up, and touch her armpits to make her stand up again (wanna dance again). Next thing I know, she's back with her friends without telling me anything. What the hell. Next!

That is exactly when my friends arrive, so we have some fun and laughs, then I notice a group of 4 girls, mostly HB7, standing next to the bar in order to buy a drink, but they're being hit on. I wait for them to go back to their table, make eye contact (keep the 3s rule this time), I stand up, walk to them, and start the conversation:

Me: "Hi, ladies, how are you?"

HB7: "Fine, you?"

Me: "Well, I have a question for you - I saw you over there, from across the pub, and I wanted to come and talk to you. However, I don't know how. So, do you have any advice for me on how I should talk to you?"

She: "You could start by buying my friends here a drink." (she's the only one with a beer)

Me: sits down on one of the chairs Oh, I don't do that, as a rule of thumb. [fluff talk and some kino here, but I don't feel the attraction, so I eject as my friends are waiting for me].

Go back to my friends, talk some more, then I go to the bathroom. On the way back, I meet Dancer again. So I smile and say "So, we meet again." she says "Yeah, I just have to use the bathroom!" and taps me on the chest. I knew immediately what this was - pity tap. Meaning "I don't really like you that much, but I'm going to touch you in order to give you some of my value and make us both feel a bit better." I go to my friends and I sit there, looking for other sets to open, but there's nothing in this part of the pub. I notice that one of our friends has disappeared, so I go look for her. I find her standing alone, so I ask her why she's alone and not with the group. Next thing I know, some Portuguese guy comes and talks to her (and she likes him, 'cause she's 1) a slut 2)Brazilian). I go downstairs, where there also ain't a lot of people. I make eye contact with a girl (HB7) immediately, and walk up immediately.

Me: Hey, how are you doing?

She: looks puzzled

Me: How are you doing? smiles

She: I'm sorry, I don't speak English.

BAM. Dead in my tracks. I try Dutch, she speaks only French. Well, that's my cue. Time to leave.

As always, feedback is appreciated!