Yet again, I'm posting on /r/seduction upon my arrival home from a night out. I do this while I've still got a bit of buzz, and still feeling quite tipsy. My post will probably be 40% more enthusiastic than a sober one.

This evening I was out for my friend's, GF's birthday. Not many of her own friends were out as they're arranging another 'girly' night.

Anyway... this usually doesn't happen, but I was completely shafted with indigestion tonight. Crippling pain. I even left the club to get some rennies, which provided some temporary (very temporary) relief.

I made a few attempts to get up and about the club, dance a bit and use a bit of game to try to chat to some girls. I wasn't feeling it at all, every attempt resulted in going to the bathroom or sitting back down in the dark corner of the club.

Indigestion is not good for game.

Anyway, I was feeling really sorry for myself most of the night. Sitting in the corner, making excuses for myself as to why I couldn't just approach women. (In fairness, I was in a lot of discomfort). I've had a few successful weeks, and now this dire night.

I had already booked a taxi for 2am , and with 5 minutes to go I started gathering my friends on the dance floor telling them to get ready to leave.

When I went back to the seating area I noticed a solid HB9 (sans beer goggles : solid HB8) in a red Lacey top thing, nice tight trousers and a pair of red heels. Hot and probably out of my league (yeah yeah, I know that's not the attitude... But it didn't stop me... Read on)

I sat beside her feeling sorry for myself, thinking... Fuck if it wasn't for my stomach I could make a move on this girl. She's so hot, and on her own.

Suddenly my 'don't give a fuck' instinct kicked in from a post I read earlier. I said to myself, what's the worst that can happen if I start chatting to this girl... And I did.

After a bit of chat, she ended up being quite receptive. She was very cold to start with, wouldn't look me in the eye or anything when I sat next to her. She even moved away from me to make sure I could get all the coats from the chair. She definitely made it feel awkward for me to approach her.

I manned up and asked her what was wrong and where did your friends go etc. She mentioned that she hated the music etc, and I tended to agree. Etc

I livened the conversation up a bit, teased her a bit and also complimented her choice of outfit... She seemed to love that.

With the clock ticking, the taxi company sent me a taxi delivery text saying it was outside. I got up and grabbed my coat, and my friend gave me the best piece of advice all night. (Which I messed up).

"Get her fucking number" he said.

I turned back to her and said, " you should take my number and give me a call", she practically leaped into her handbag to get her phone out. I entered my details and made the vital mistake of not putting her number on my phone, or calling my phone from hers.

As I handed her phone back I said, "give me a call." Went to shake her hand, and transformed it into a quick kiss.

As I left, I could've fucking hit myself. The inevitable has happened...

She still hasn't called / messaged me, due to that one vital mistake at the end. Probably doesn't help me either when I asked her to call / text me, which demonstrated a bit of neediness.

My execution of it was very rushed, panicked and frankly amateur. But hey, for the first time I can say that I overcame my fear of approaching, in difficult circumstances and had a fair go at it.

It's a confidence boost like this that i needed. if i go out next weekend, i feel like I can approach any girl I want without fear of opening.

They may be cold to begin with, but change their mood, be cheerful, playful, teasing and they may warm to you.

TL;DR: felt sick all night, blamed lack of game to bad stomach. At end of night with clock ticking, manned up and made a move. Didn't quite get her number, but she has mine and I got a k-close.

P.s. this was posted from my phone! Excuse the drunk formatting.