Third weekend running night game (21). Started out at a local thursday night hotspot. Went in straight to the bar (my usual maneuver). Allows me to gather myself and spot potential sets; got into warm-up set quickly.

Met with someone I knew at a table (gay guy with multiple chicks). Target was unreceptive, so I treated it as a friend dynamic. Time to move on.

First notable set started strong. Responded to physicality and my self-amusement positively. However, I eventually found myself running out of things to say and felt fucking weird (needed to be more involved and interested in convo). Should have ejected sooner and # closed (wing was able to isolate another chick from the group effectively- more on this).

Venue change. Ran additional warm-up set, nothing of significance. Played beer pong for a bit and went to the bar. Approached a 2-set at a nearby table (solo). Eventually met up and merged the set with my wing (don’t remember specifics). All was well. Ended up number closing both and shortly after went for the pull. They seemed down, but decided to head to the bathroom to ‘call a friend and see what time’ xx fucking plans the following day were.

At this point, the place closed and we saw them heading for the exit from the bathroom. Cut my losses there and didn’t pursue.

After this, Wing and I found ourselves at a late night burrito place and spotted his chick from Set One inside. I told him to go for it. Pulled within 5 minutes back to my place. I went to bed and called it a night.

No pulls or closes for me, but i’m motivated to continue improving, especially since I suffered from complete and utter social retardation a month ago.