Alright guys. Strap in for a few quick lessons.

I went out for food and drinks with a few coworkers last night. We had some fun conversation at the first venue along with a beer and some good food. I wasn't really in the mood to go out longer but they wanted to so I went along with them to a popular club in town (one of the girls in our group was my ride home, so I had to).

When we got into the club we went in the back and played pool for a little while. It was my first time out with these coworkers so I didn't feel comfortable approaching girls around them, not that I would have anyways—I was tired and just wanted to go home.

A hot girl in a tight black dress approached our pool table and started watching our game for some reason. After making eye contact with her a couple times trying to get a vibe for what the hell she was doing, I said fuck it and just walked over to her. I'm a pretty good conversationalist at this point, even if my game isn't on. I threw a few teases at her and we were laughing quite a bit. I stayed pretty relaxed the whole time. Keep in mind, this was all in front of my coworkers.

Eventually I started escalating physically and went in to kiss her. She rejected the kiss. I played it cool and immediately started talking about something else. A couple minutes later I tried kissing her again and she rejected me, again. Shortly after her friends walked over to play pool and she walked away from me.

When I walked back to my coworkers I noticed the two girls laughing and talking about me. Whatever. I pretended nothing happened (which nothing really did) and carried on with the pool game while chatting with them.

After the game I grabbed a coworker and her guy friend while the other two played another game of pool, and dragged them out to the dance floor.

My female coworker is pretty self-conscious so she ejected quickly and told us to go find girls. Of course, that's exactly what I did. I led her friend through the crowded dance floor until I found a group of girls with a couple nice looking ones in it.

Bingo. I scan the group and use the good ol' hand of God opener on cutest one I can spot, a dirty blonde with a pretty face, completely expecting to get blown out. Nope. She starts grinding on me and I'm so out of state I have literally nothing to say to her. We just dance like that for a few minutes before I squeak out anything verbal to her. My worker's friend was awkwardly standing to the side with a confused smile on his face while I motioned for him to get another girl from the group. He ended up just ejecting.

After a while I turned the girl around and started making out with her on the dance floor. I got to know her a little bit after that. It seemed pretty obvious neither of us really wanted to get to know each other but we talked a little bit here and there anyways.

While we were dancing, she said her friends looked like they weren't having much fun. I said, "Yeah, they should find guys." "Haha yeah I know," she said. "Why don't they?" I asked. She said something that ended in "You just grabbed me", which exemplified beautifully how awesome the hand of God is.

After about a hour I tried leading her out, telling her we should get a cab. It was like 12:30 at this point. She objected, saying she needed to talk with her friends. "Oh great", I thought. I quickly said "Introduce me, they seem nice." We walked over and I introduced myself to everyone while my girl, C, talked to the girl that was driving that night.

After a couple minutes C turned to me and said that she wanted to dance for a while longer but that her friend would drive us back to C's house when we were ready to go. This is not normal. However, some girls do go out with it clearly established with their friends that they want to bring a hot guy home. This was almost definitely a case of that, as her friends never once tried cockblocking or slut-shaming her. I thought this situation to be too good to be true. I just happened to find cooperative friends while completely out of state. Talk about blind luck.

We danced for another 45 minutes or so and things were getting a lot heavier. We were making out and feeling each other up against a wall on the dance floor. I rubbed her pussy a few times through her jeans and she reciprocated. Again, minimal emotionless conversation this whole time. I was pretty indifferent to the whole situation, minus the 5 minutes after she rubbed my dick.

We kept dancing into and out of her circle of friends and I couldn't help but notice several different guys approach the group or individual girls in the group. Their approaches were so fucking weak and indirect that the girls immediately put their hand up and brushed the little chodes off like flies. It was really strange to watch it happen knowing that these girls were all open to meeting guys that night.

I found out what time she wanted to leave and when the time came, I waited a little longer. A couple more songs played and I said "We're leaving after this song."

After that, we rounded up her friends and left. As you recall, I went out with coworkers and so I left my condoms in my backpack in the car.

I had them stop at a convenience store, saying I needed to go to the bathroom and buy a few things real quick. I grabbed some condoms and a bottle of water.

When I walked out they were all smiling and giggling. "What did you buy?" the driver immediately asked me. Telling a group of girls you don't know that you had them stop so you could buy condoms to fuck their friend you just met isn't at the top of the list of the ideal situations to find yourself in, but they already seemed to be in favor of it. I knew lying was off the table. As casually as possible, I said, "Condoms and a bottle of water. They didn't have bathrooms in there." They didn't even comment on it; they thought I bought cigarettes and were going to give me shit for it.

No girl is worth having unprotected sex.

We got dropped off and we went up to her apartment. After going to the bathroom, I pulled C onto the bed while talking to her in a relaxing, intimate fashion. Afterwards, when we were lying in her bed, I asked her "What's your name, again?" She reminded me and we laughed about it.

When I woke up this morning we went at it again. As I was getting dressed, she said she wanted to see me again. I hadn't even asked for her number at this point, nor did I plan on doing so. "That would be nice," I said. She put her number in my phone, we finished getting dressed, and she drove me home.

TL;DR: You can pull even if you feel like shit. Stop being a fucking pussy when you approach. Get rejected hard.