Last Saturday I decided to hit up the clubs and bars in my region and went out solo gamin like I've done lately. I wasn't in a great mood when I came out but I started relaxing as I realized I wasn't going back home before at least approaching 10 girls, no matter what.

As I was thinking about this I saw two girls coming in my direction and they looked friendly so I decided to talk to them. I asked the one I found less cute what time it was. She looked a little weirded out but told me the time. They were about to keep going but I then said that I'm just looking for a good bar and if they have any tips. They looked pretty uncomfortable and told me they are not from around here. I thanked them and kept moving. I ejected.

I felt pretty low about the way these two girls dealt with me but decided I need to relax and that maybe my next approach will be better. As I kept walking I lit up a smoke, to relax even more. I then spotted one girl solo, who was right outside a loud bar I was just passing by. She was out there looking at her phone and she looked a little sad but she was extremely cute. I decided to try with her. I came by slowly and as I was still smoking I said my name to her and asked her how her night was going. She seemed freaked out and pretty surprised when I said that. Like she was startled. She just told me that she was texting her friend, who was supposed to pick her up. I was nervous as fuck and kind of went blank mind and that's when I randomly said where they were going ? She said that was none of my business but was kind of laughing. I froze and laughed a little and just kind of left. I ejected.

By this time I was fucking down. But I told myself I need to make 8 more approaches before I can go back to my home. No matter what, no excuses. I kept walking and that's when I saw a popular night club in my region that I've been at a lot of times in the past. There was a huge line, it was about 11h PM. I passed by and lit up another smoke. I was trying to act chill and see what was going on around there. As I was scouting around I spotted three pretty girls who were sitting on the curb and smoking as well. I was fucking nervous and still down but decided to approach. I kinda went, was pretty awkward and just sat next to the blonde girl on the right. I had no idea what to say so I just smoked for a few seconds and they stopped talking. One of them laughed and asked me what was my deal ? I laughed but I was still too nervous to express myself clearly but I told them that I was just checking around the city. The girl in the middle got up and she was visibly drunk and told me that I "looked sad but cute". I had no idea what she meant but I told her that I was working on my approaches. I know I shouldn't have said that but at this point I was a mess and lost in my head. She laughed when I said that and she told me "I was cute again". The other girls got up as well and they told me they already got in the club and had stamps to go back inside. I decided to try to go inside with them, because one girl said I was cute and who knows what could happen ? They didn't really look at me as I followed them, and the one that liked me was so drunk she almost fell on another person. The got passed the bouncer and I tried to follow but he stopped me and said that I have no business going inside. I told him I was with those three girls. He told me "shut the fuck up you clown". I couldn't take that anymore and just stood there and asked him "what the fuck are you talking about ?"

He told me to bounce, to beat it and I refused to move. I was looking at him in the eyes. I told him again I was with those girls and he better let me inside. People in the line were getting agitated, some were laughing at me, and many were being boisterous. The bouncer told me to "move right now". I didn't reply and just stood there. He suddenly took my arm pretty violently and tried to push me out of the way, out on the street.

As he was trying to let go of me after dragging me, I grabbed his other arm with my free hand and didn't let go of him. People in the line were laughing but some were pretty surprised I was fighting back the bouncer. He was very surprised I held on to his hand and screamed at me to "let the fuck go". He screamed really loud, and as I didn't let go (I was in a rage by then) he pushed me really hard on the chest with his other hand. He managed to free himself of my grip, because of his size and strength and then he just gave me a pretty strong hit on the jaw with his other hand. This pushed me back and I fell on the ground. I wasn't knocked out but I couldn't get back up anymore for 5 mins.

People in the line were laughing and the bouncer returned to the door. He told the people "I was a clown". When I got back up I went towards him, but I knew he was going to kick my ass so I decided to back off finally.

I was extremely mad, depressed and pissed off and decided I can't approach any more girls that night because I would just scare them off. But to be honest, I should have tried to fight back the bouncer. I cannot let him act like that with me.

It wasn't the best night.