I decided not to get as drunk over the weekend so I could write out a detailed report. I wrote a bunch of notes as soon as I came home while things were still fresh in my mind. This will be long.

Last time I went out, I had a blowout that damaged my mindset for several days. It shouldn’t have affected me this bad, but it did. I started gathering seddit articles to create a plan of action, but ended up spending way more time on this issue than I wanted. Luckily, I stumbled upon a post by testmypatience here. It immediately struck a chord with me. Trying to take advantage of that good, tingly feeling inside before it disappeared, I quickly wrote down just one thing I did right from that blowout. I then avoided seddit until my next outing. Any more reading or analyzing was putting me at risk of second-guessing myself.

It’s the day of the next outing and I am feeling good, real good. There are nine of us (5 guys and 4 girls). Everyone is coupled up except for me, this friend of a friend, and an HB8 that my friend’s girlfriend invites every now and then. We get a couple drinks in at the house and head out. I remember the post with its wise words: entertain yourself. Let’s do this.

We’re at a club and the place is packed with opportunities of self-improvement. My group decides they want a drink. I decide I want to step out of my comfort zone. I spot a small dance circle over yonder and go to check it out. I see an HB6 dancing alone in the circle. I shout out some words of encouragement while taking notice of my surroundings. I get the vibe everyone knows each other. The guys are smiling and bobbing their heads. Her female friends are showing their support. HB6 hears my words and we make eye contact. She smiles. I smile. Thanks for the invite. I jump into the circle of trust and dance with her. Her friends erupt in louder cheers. I eject myself after a while, but talk to one of her HB friends that’s standing outside the circle. She asks me if I know anyone from the group. I tell her not yet. I smile, put my hand out for a handshake, introduce myself, and ask for her name. I ask about her night so far and we have a little chitchat. My mind reaches a blank when one of the conversation subjects starts to dwindle. I decide now would be a good time to eject, so I say I’m going to find my friends and that it was nice to meet her.

I see an HB blonde. I can immediately feel my mind formulating some AA excuse. I go up and open before it fully kicks in. She looks at me, says “Yea. No” and walks away. I can feel my balls hardening.

I start finding my friends when I accidentally bump into this huge Samoan guy. He mean mugs me like I killed his firstborn and goes “YO WHAT THE FUCK?” I tell him, “My bad!” I smile and hold it as if my life depended on it. There was a long pause. I remembered this vividly because this guy was terrifying. The pause continues a little further then he breaks character and laughs. “I’M FUCKING WITH YOU, MAN!” He puts his arm around me like we just became best friends. I laugh it off and admit to him that he got me good. We start shooting the shit when two HBs approach us. Apparently, they’re friends of the Samoan. He introduces me to them and we shoot the shit some more. At one point, the Samoan starts talking to one of the HBs about something. I take the opportunity to isolate the other HB and we start chitchatting and kinoing before hitting up the dance floor. After some time, she says she’s going back to her table and ejects.

I continue my quest to find my group when I see an HB in front of me trying to navigate through the crowd. Intrigued, I move in right next to her. We make eye contact and I smile. “You look stuck.” She laughs and says she’s trying to get to the other side. I tell her to follow me. I start weaving my way through. When I look back, she looks at me and laughs as she’s trying to squeeze through passively. I reciprocate the laugh, walk back to her, and put my arm around her waist as I begin to lead her through. We get to her destination and I receive a hug for my efforts. I tease her about being more aggressive and she admits she doesn’t go to clubs often. This leads to some interesting conversations. I don’t find her sexually attractive so kinoing was kept at a minimum, but I enjoyed what she had to say. I was entertained. I get a tap on the shoulder and it’s my friend. He says everyone is bouncing to a new club. I tell the HB to have a good one and I make my way to the exit.

We arrive at another club and find a table. A friend points out that there’s an HB sitting by herself and is giving me an IOI. We make eye contact for a bit and she breaks it, but I see a slight smile on her face. She then starts going through her smartphone as if she’s got something important to do. I walk over to her table, extend my hand for a handshake, and introduce myself. She immediately puts her phone away and introduces herself as well. I start off asking how her night’s been. I then ask for her opinion on some crazy gift ideas for this white elephant party my friends and I were having. We share some laughs. A guy then comes and sits down next to her. I greet him and extend my hand for a handshake. I ask for his input on gift ideas. He’s a really swell guy and I, for some reason, begin to make an assumption that they are together so I decide to eject. I wrap up the conversation and tell them I’m going to head back to my friends. The HB actually thanks me for coming by to keep her company.

I return to my table with a healthy greeting. We all move out onto the dance floor. All the couples are getting their groove on, and the friend of a friend is eyeing the HB8. I decide to walk around the area to see what the club has to offer. An HB Asian catches my eye. She’s sitting on a couch against the wall and her friends are motioning for her to come out to the dance floor. She politely refuses. I guess I forgot my balls in the restroom because I didn’t approach and instead returned to my group. I see that HB8 is dancing alone so I join in. I would have enjoyed the moment a lot more if I didn’t stop thinking about how much of a little bitch I was for not approaching the HB Asian. I excuse myself from the HB8 to find my balls. I make my way back to the couch and am surprised to see her still sitting there, alone. I sit on the other end of the couch. We make eye contact. I smile. She reciprocates. I go for the handshake, introduce myself, and ask for her name. I tease her about how people typically go to a dance club to dance. She says that she’s tired. I tell her to dance with me and I’ll make sure she stays awake. She laughs, but shows some resistance. I stand up, hold out my hand and tell her it will be fun. She takes my hand and I lead her to the dance floor.

Once I find a good spot, I take her hand and put it around my neck. She takes her other hand and does the same. I pull her in close. We are going at it and I can see, and most definitely feel, that she was in the zone. I make sure to maintain eye contact with her every now and then and smile. At a certain point, I lean into her ear and make sure our cheeks are touching. I say something along the lines of how this was better than sitting around and she agrees. After a while, I decide we should move to a different spot. Again, I make contact with her cheeks and tell her to follow my lead. I thought it would be fun to kind of ballroom dance our way to the new spot. So that’s what I did. She loved it. I find a good spot and pull her in close again. When we make eye contact one more time, I go in for the K-close. At the end of the night, I end with a #-close. This was definitely a good night.