I was dead excited about going out tonight as my goal specifically was to get a number close but I wanted the girl, whoever she turns out to be to offer it without me asking.

I went out that day specifically to buy a three quarter length jacket from Zara (shop) which was going to set me out from the other lads. It wasn't just a normal three quarter length, It was a knitted three quarter length and it looked great! Had big duffel coat buttons with a slanted split going down the back of my legs, holding my athletic waist in above the bum and complementing my walk and posture. Kielbasa the Polish Sausage was Alpha Sausage!

Tonight, I was gonna get my close. . .

It's 5 degrees centigrade. There's ice and snow in secluded and well shaded spots. It's cold. I drive in to town and park my car in a £1.00 all night parking with the intention to drive it back that night, Hopefully with a woman, but a number would do fine, for now.

Cold, I make my way to the first bar striding in like a millionaire with the intrigue of a hyena learning to catch it's first umm, phone number. I was gonna call my lamb back for lunch and eat her at the table.

I was at the wrong bar. My friends had gone elsewhere so I had to finish my glass of wine on my own. there were no worthy targets there but 1 table of a 5 set and i wasn't about to neglect my new skills with people and stand on my own. Not like the guy next to me or the other guys looking at the front door as if to make the point "I'M WAITING FOR SOMEONE!" Back to the 5 set though, clearly a Christmas party so I stride over there, wait for 2 seconds before the group looks at me then I open. "Hey, I wonder if you could help me? I am new here and have been told to got to a bar called". I knew the bar name but kept them guessing for a minute while I scoped the group.

"Angel Delight or something like that. all my buds are up there. Does that ring any bells to you?" I said to the group. I neatly turned my body to the girl standing there who was about 5" 5' and asked her if she was part of an Xmas party and if this is all the people that she had there. She told me they are part of a learning disabilities school so I joked that I might need some of that after tonight.

"Is this going to be a messy Christmas party or is this it? I can round up some strangers in here if you'd like to add to the party but that will come at a cost" I said cheekily.

They laughed and joked back. I had the group. I was playing. We were all playing.

Looking at the Blonde again who was my target I realised that she was standing with her hips slightly out, facing straight at me and had one hand on her hip slightly confused looking. I asked her where they were heading after this, I didn't keep her interest for long. I couldn't connect.

I tactically left.

I meet with my friends in a cock fest, sausage bar and quickly persuaded them to come to a posh bar where I have been doing social proofing work all week.

On the way to a new bar, there is a 10 set. Nine girls on a leaving drink and 1 guy. One girl is limping down with a cast on her foot. She was my new target.

"What happened to your foot?" I asked sympathetically.
"i tripped down a curb" She replied in a humble tone almost waiting for me to laugh as she assessed my response.

"A curb?" I retorted sarcastically.

"Couldn't you say that you fell down at least a flight of stairs?" I asked. The group asked me to carry her but she refused so I then turned on the homosexual routine. The whole group warmed to me and we walked laughing and talking until we got to the next bar. After clearly working my game on my target, the only guy there and this girl look knowingly at me and say:

"Your the worst homosexual we've seen" . . . The cover was blown, but I was already feeling emotionally connected to this girl. I liked her actually. I felt natural with her.

We split.

The next bar is new. A sleek re invention of London but in the small town of Chelmsford in Essex. The light was so dim that it's hard to judge some of the faces until your up close. The bar well lit, the smell of expensive perfume and the floor of a hard wood. This place was where the girls I want to be with but would be too scared to fuck are going to be.

I'd already spoken to the owner, Martin, who ran this place and the most popular club in town for teenagers who ordered the bar women to get me a drink. That was the night before. We spent an hour talking. I also spoke to the musicians that were on their break and the sound producer guy who eventually asked me to go scouting for other music places for him. I suddenly had a rapport with the staff here. All men but the right men. I could use this. I could look important.

I approached 4 different sets of girls here. My opener:

"Hi, I am friends with Martin here and would like some feedback from you if you don't mind?" I would say.

"Martin the owner of here and Dukes nightclub is going to open a night club upstairs to follow the same style as this place. Is that something you would attend if it were to go ahead?"

All four sets of girls responded yes. I like this opener. I could ask where they go and where they've been in town. I could also quickly change the subject and start building a rapport.

I would then hit the Ring routine, taking the hand of the now conversational girls and start kino. Could I escalate? No. . . Each set failed in the mid game. I have so many hobbies. I play guitar, am a vocalist, did snowboarding sinse a young age, learn't to fly planes for near 10 hours so far, am in the reserve forces, build and develop websites and this is what I would normally do. I would try to connect to the girl and build rapport by associating my interests with hers to find a common ground for conversation. I didn't mention any of these things all night.

I was focusing so hard on techniques that were working to open and start conversation but i was failing in my mid game.

I can't escalate, isolate or get to the hook point. If I said i was leaving to any of the groups, they each would just let me go.

One of the sets I spoke to who were easily in the HB8 - 10's actually came to another bar that I was in after I left this one and they both smiled and seemed pleased to see me. I play a small drinking game with them which they lost. They had to buy me a drink . . . They didn't seem impressed. I should have been rapport building and working on my mid game but i was still too energised and excited about the initial meeting and contact.

Across the room sitting looking solemnly up at the other girls is the girl with the broken ankle or leg. I walk over and start talking to her. We flirt somewhat and I manage to nearaly get an emotional connection. I think. I asked her what she was doing Sunday to which she replied:

"Nothing"

This was my chance. How do I get her to offer me my number? I've seen IOI's and i'm sure she's ready to give it up. But she doesn't. I try to push pull with her and even walked away because she couldn't come up with any ideas as to how we could meet again. She knew what I wanted but wasn't giving up easily. I tried to freeze her out by walking away. I catch up with the other two girls for a moment and then head back. They were leaving and taking the injured lamb with them. I had to ask!

"Ok if we're both free Sunday, then why not lets try for some lunch locally to here. I can give you a text and if you don't respond, i'll take the hint. I won't pester you but it'll be great. I know some cool places to eat around here."

Weak. . . . But she gave me it. Was it for the right reasons? I don't know but I got a number from a girl and that's, sort of, what I wanted.

I am the approach king. I can get entire groups of 10 sets excited but I struggle to build an emotional connection and this is what I need to work on more.

The next day at 12:00 midday, I texted the girl. Too soon. I said i would do it Sunday.

It reads:

"Morning Nicola. How's your foot feeling today? I feel sorry that you have to do all your Christmas shopping with only half of your legs working : ) "

No reply.

Fail