Friends bailed on me tonight, so I decided...fuck it...I'm going solo. Though I don't regret it, I can honestly tell you that tonight was NOT a success. It was a learning experience.

I went out around 9pm, starting at a familiar bar to ease into the night. Accidentally ended up in a private party, where I tried to open a two set by talking about how I didn't know anyone here...couldn't keep the momentum after the opening...dud. Whatever. I went downstairs and chatted up the bartender a bit (I'm trying to build relationships are bars near where I live for the future).

Left and went to this club/bar which is always very packed on Saturdays. Talked to a couple of guys in line, but they weren't very friendly. Fuck em. Went inside, grabbed a beer, and opened another two set. The conversation went stale REALLY quickly, but I salvaged it with the "who lies more girls/guys" bit. Unfortunately, their friend arrived at the bar, and they quickly bounced to greet her. I didn't want to seem clingy so I turned and went back to bar. Nothing came of it later. Didn't really notice an IOIs, and had low confidence, so I didn't approach again..

At the bar, I opened another two set of relatively older girls. Had a lively conversation with one of them, who I wasn't particularly attracted to. She tried to tell me that at my age (early 20s), girls loved when guys just approached and started dancing with them, because they were just trying to get laid. I looked at her like this: ಠ_ಠ

Totally got out of state after that. Left the bar to join a friend at another bar across the city. Had a cool conversation with some immigrants on the T, and an argument with some right wing radio nutjob.Got to the bar only to realize that I left my ID and card back at the other club. Fucking seriously? On the way back I opened a solo by asking her about her cool phone case. She was smiley, but she put her headphones back in, essentially closing off the conversation. Whatever.

Returned to original club, and had to wait like 15 minutes to get my shit because the bar was so busy. I was in such a funk that I really started to feel angry. Angry that my night was weak. Angry that--despite me feeling that I am the shit--I haven't been able to pick up girls offline that are as attractive as I feel I deserve.

Tonight was blow to my self esteem but I am NOT going to let it get to me. I have a lot of work on my inner game that I still need to do. I had a hard time being in state. My mood was outcome dependent, and at times I felt fucking creepy just being solo. That can't happen. There's no way you can come off as a "fun" person when you feel like you are creepy.

Ugh. Fuck it though. Failure a necessary prerequisite to success.

Night gents and gentlewomen.