The purpose of this field report is to show that sometimes you need to just pound it out till the end some nights, no matter what's going on and how you feel.

Last weekend I pulled a HB8 redhead in 5 minutes with help from my girl roommate. Some of the best sex I've ever had. On top of that this girl is funny, hot, basically what I look for in a girl this girl has, and for the first time in a year I actually like a girl and see her as LTR material. Spent the week thinking about her, putting her on a pedestal, doing things for her I normally wouldn't do for other girls. Oneitis, something I thought I had beat.

That brings us tonight, been sick with this cold, can barely talk, school all day, traffic is terrible on the drive home. Make plans to stay in and watch movies with HBredhead. I'm all happy I get to just stay in with her, not go out, nice and easy just me and my girl, this girl I've only known for one week... I make some food and head over to her place, she's changed plans and is going out with her friend to the club. We hangout for an hour or so, kiss a bit, and her friend comes over and they start getting ready. I can feel a odd vibe, can feel attraction fading. Her friend says I should come. HBredhead changes her mind 15 minutes later says I shouldn't come. "girls night"

I leave her place. I'm sick, feeling sad, exhausted from a shitty sleep and long day, stressed about my mothers health issue. Just not in good head space. But where do I go? The club that's where.

Stop at the first place, it's dead, maybe 10 people inside, maybe 2 girls. I bitch out of opening any of these people. Talk to the staff a little bit before I leave to the next place. Head to the second place, stuck inside my head, grab a water, the place is dude heavy, limiting beliefs running though my head, "there's so many guys in suits, I cant compete with that". Bullshit nonsense. But I leave the club without an approach, head back to my truck, get in and drive to another club, parking is full, excuses after excuses of why I should just go home. One of these excuse works. I get home, stomach feeling sick, make a mess of my toilet, jerk off.

I sit at home for an hour before I talk myself into not being a bitch and I head back to my first venue. Smiling at and making eye contact with people I pass on the street. Since I've already been here tonight I walk right in. I start off small, just saying hi to people in proximity. Grab a water, open a HB7, we sit down together and she invites me to hop to another bar with her, then she mentions she's waiting for her boyfriend who's in the bathroom. Eject. Hopping clubs wasn't helping me at the start of the night and the set wasn't going to go any further.

HBcleavage opens me while I'm sitting, says I stole her spot, I tell her I don't see her name written on it, grin at her, slide over and pat the seat for her to sit. She does, I fail to escalate kino and the conversation goes no where.

I see two girls hugging so I start hugging them both, turns out I know the one, barely, but she recognizes me, introduce myself to her friend(Sabrina). I leave the set for the washroom, when I come back I sit down at a table, make eye contact with Sabrina from across the club and she and her other friend come join me. Asks why I haven't found a cute girl yet, so I put my arm around her and say "Hi". Her friends starts qualifying Sabrina to me. She shows me all her tattoos (I'm a sucker for tattoos) I go off about how we are going to get married, break into a jewellery store, and run off to mexico together, just whatever comes into my head, using this story as an opportunity to hold her hands touch her legs, tickle her, which leads into a makeout. Her friend sees, comes over steals her from me, makes out with her in front of me, which obviously leads into a three-way makeout.

At this point it's about 1:40 and the club closes at 2. I ask her what she's doing tomorrow, she works early, pulling may be difficult but not impossible. She asks for my number, asks if I'm going out the next night, asks if we can meetup then. I whisper into her ear that I'm leaving "you coming with me?". "maybe tomorrow night" with this naughty look on her face.

Now as you can see I started off the night fucking terribly, even called it quits and went home. But by getting back in there, and just admitting to myself that I sucked shit and that I'm a bitch I was able to pull off an okay night. Try and get through those excuse your mind makes and just keep going because you aren't going to pickup some hot new cutie sitting at home feeling sorry for yourself.

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