Just noticed something tonight... A good night can fuck you up if you are not aware of this or not so experienced. It happened to me couple of times, but last night I became aware of it. Ok, first the GOOD night. Last saturday. It was a blast. I was out with two friends. Did only one approach. A two set with a HB7 and a HB9. HB9 was the hottest girl I saw in a couple of weeks. Talked some and got them to change venue. When we got there all the guys in there started to droll when they saw HB9. At least 4 of them attempted to approach her while I was sitting there. But she kept blowing them off and kept being all over me. Other chicks in the venue were very interested too due to the heavy social proof the HB9 was giving me. One was attempting to dance with me the whole time. On the end I k-close HB9 (ok, serious make out). Not bad from a single approach, very efficient.
Got massive validation from friends (you are the man blah blah) and went home feeling very good about myself. Most of all I was very proud how smooth my game was. And then comes the BAD night. I go out last night. Been busy for the entire week, and didn't go out at all. But last night I go out with the mind set like I was the King of England. I was the best man around and no woman was good enough or big enough challenge. And there it starts to go bad. First I don't approach at all. Just stood there and talked with my friends. Their state was somewhat too happy, bubbly, bouncing of the walls and laughing. I pick up on it and that messes me up even further. So from then on I was standing there, monkeying around and not approaching at all. No woman good enough, or that is I was waiting for my very very special lady to appear. What is even more interesting HB9 from last saturday comes arround to say hi and I was like blah who gives a fuck about her I can do better and continue my horsing around. Then I make an attempt to pull my shit together so I go to talk to the HB9. Since I was in the mindset of a small child who just ate too much sugar, needless to say it didn't go very well. Later I changed venue but that didn't help either. To make the long story short on the end I went home WITHOUT HAVING APPROACHED A SINGLE NEW FEMALE and thinking to myself WTF. Did hit one in the head with a paper plane I made but guess that doesn't count. I did manage to make some semi arrangement with a HB9 for a day 2. How? I really don't know. Shit. The moral of the story: Don't let it get to your head.Also, if anyone has some insight or advice on the subject i would be much obliged.