I'm getting better at this rather quickly.

Here's the play-by-play.

Show up in cut off pajamas and a white t-shirt. Hair in pigtails, sweaty. I look like shit, though I have a white smile and a cute face, so I'm sure that helped. Cowgirl is playing pool-only cute girl in the bar. She's getting hit on by every guy w/o a wedding ring and a few of the women too. I lock eyes with her for a second and then look away before finding my friends (I was there to see a show). She's playing pool and misses a shot, "You scratched." "Oh is that what I did?" "Yup." She wanted me to say more, but I turned away and sat in the corner on my computer for a while. After the current band, I went and talked with my mates near her. She's being hit on again by everyone. My mates went to order drinks, so, while I was alone briefly, I motioned for her to come to me. She looked puzzled. I motioned again, just a finger wag-this is my magic wand, idk what it is, but a finger wag and a smile are like heroin to strangers. I ask her name-immediately forgot (not on purpose, I'm just bad with names and I'm going to reference her as cowgirl no matter what her name is [she's dressed like a cowgirl])-and we talk about what she does-education, she wants to change the world. I congratulate her and shake her hand. I would have kept asking her things, but she asked what I did (music composition major) and her friend took her from me, "she's gonna play pool." I let her go and got back on my computer. About ten minutes later, I tapped her on the shoulder, "Do you dance?" (she smiles) "yes" "good" back on my computer-she looked confused.

A while later, my friend's band started and I started dancing-knowing she'd be watching. Eventually, her and her posse of pussy-potentials walk up to the front of the stage and lightly dance. I keep doing my thing for about two songs and then tap her on the left shoulder-she looks where I'm not- and I ask into her right ear "Can you ballroom?" "Yes" "Come here" We dance. Hands on the hips, up and down the legs, I dazzle with my moves and I am excited that she's got some as well. I ask her name, "I totally forgot. What's your name? "(she says)." "What's my name?" "I forget haha what is it?" "Not gonna tell you-you gotta earn it now. (this is going to be how I initiate contact later)" We dance again. I kiss her lightly on the neck, on the cheek (I'm still a bit nervous with making out in public, but I'm not worried) and her lesbian pursuer takes her away (the chick that took her earlier as well [I only say lesbian, because she kept grabbing cowgirl's ass]) and I don't make any attempt to come get her again.

End of the night, I'm talking to my mates (creosote mantra played a killer first show) and she takes my hand, "if you ever want to dance again, call me."

Business card in my hand, number closed without asking for it.

Might ask her out tonight, might not. Not the point. Success!