TL;DR: Didn't hospitalize a guy, didn't get the number

Background: I began learning about 4 years ago. I started with The Game. After learning some of the intricacies of the community, I decided I would eschew structured game and concentrate on Inner Game. I don't care about running a perfect set or a perfect game, I care about having the qualities that are attractive.

Just got back, from here on is stream of consciousness[SoC]. July 4th (America) at home on my own (I hate fireworks) so I figure I'll kill Scrubs and head out to the only local bar with a pool table. I grab my helmet and my bicycle and roll out.

I walk into the bar and notice three things. The bartenders are not my normals, there are two main groups, and the pool table is clear. I only care about the latter. Grab a R&C and start playing against myself on the table. 3/4 of the way through the game Joe (a regular) and "Bush" show up and put quarters down. I finish up and Bush jumps on the table. We get it down to the 8 ball and he wins. So I start to check it out. The group at mid bar is preppy, out of their place in a bar that takes only cash. They won't be staying long. The group in the back has an off duty bartender. I haven't seen her, but she has a...familiarity with the bar staff. Nothing but dead ends until the semi-regulars start to roll in.

I run another sweep of the room about half way through the second game, and I spot this nice little blasian with a nice spiraly tattoo in the snake spot on her back. She's got seats on either side of her that are open, She's talking to people, but she's still looking forward. Her phone is in her hand.

She is unengaged.

I need another beer, so I hit the bar and crash into the empty seat next to her. Some small talk happens, I order my ber, and I head back to the pool table. The phonegets turned off, she start to turn into the conversation, but the phone never leaves her hand.

Either she is there on her own or she is waiting for friends. I bet on the later, judging from her <presence>, and head back to the table. Games pass and I need a new beer. i take a seat next to her and hope on some kind of opening. I'm watching the baseball recaps on one TV and the fireworks on the other. I should have had an opener, bad move on my part. Before I can finish the last quarter of beer I showed up with, I'm needed back on the table. I'll take it.

More games pass. I scan the bar every once in a while, see if she's still there, and hope for inspiration. By the end of the last game she isn't. I grab my helmet. Joe and I head out, me for good, him for a smoke. Blasian is outside.

She's got a 6'4" blonde guy keeping close to her. Judging from his build and garb, I label biker/dangerous. More small talk happens, and I catch a few signals off the girl. Blondie notices and tries to get me "Hey, you show up on that?" Nothing new, standard shit from betas. I reply "Yeah" and go back to conversation with the girl. A little more small talk and she finishes her cig and goes inside, he follows. I evaluate. He already assumes I'm a threat, he looks like he's willing to throw down. He also underestimates me since I'm smaller. I have little interest in putting someone in the hospital. She smokes.

Verdict: Not worth the effort.

I hop on my bike and head home.