So i'm out tearing apart a club with my mates last w.e.
opening a couple of sets here and there, warming to the place trying to figure who is gonna be the girl i target. This goes on for a while as im socialising with old school friends who happened to be there etc. Kinda working the room in more ways then one i guess. (I find if you introduce yourself to as many guys as you can without coming across as a fag it really goes in your favour for the whole social proof thing when your on the dance floor, at the bar, pats on the back when your sitting with girl, even when your there the next w.e.. etc).
I eventually saw a HB 8.5 in a red dress standing out like dogs balls. She was with one friend on the DF going pretty wild so i figured i would have a crack.. By this stage i was pretty pissed and based on the whole 3 second rule, and i couldnt remember any openers that would seem lik anything relevant to discuss on a dance floor. I blurted out the first thing that came to my head. which sounded something lik this..

Whilst pointing at about her waist.. " Little red riding hood"

It seemed to work alright, she laughed and opened in my favour. So i then proceded to ask there names being sure to remember them both (been prone to forgeting names as soon as they tell me in the past), how they knew each other, how there nights had been. etc etc.

By this stage i knew that the HB 8.5 was getting keen based on body language and kino etc. Her friend then left us alone on the df and we danced in the corner, sort of away from sight. I made sure i was locked in and against the wall. We then started kissing after about 10 mins. She was grinding on me, rubbing her hands up my shirt, teasing me by lightly rubbing her hand over dick outside of my jeans. (i tried to make out as if i didnt notice she was doing it)

We shortly moved to a quieter place in the lounge section of the club where she sat on me, straddling, while we continued to kiss as she grinded the shit out of me, (by this stage it was starting to get harder to stay focused, but i managed to maintain my cool).

We started to talk a little (all in between kissing and her still on top of me), just small talk bullshit like what we do for work, how old we each are, (she was 26 i am 19. i told her i was 22) she was erupting laughing thinking that was too young. i then proceeded to say "alright get off.. il give you a second to get over this little age problem you have. let me know when your sweet..) The whole time with a mild smirk and appropriate body language. It worked a treat! She jumped straight back onto me. Continued talking ran the 3 smiles routine on her which she loved. Made me come across as observant, in her words of course which she loved.

I think this is where it went wrong...
It started getting to the point where she was asking where i lived etc, kinda hinting on coming back to mine.. Which couldnt happen as i still live at home and i just recently broke up with my girlfriend of 2 years. My family wasnt happy about that as she was a pretty amazing person and if i came home with a 26 yr old blonde dynamo there would be dramas...
Anyways i then said "well you know what.. i will only let you take me home if you promise to feed me"
She laughs and then says the obvious " are you serious?"
"Yeah what do you have in your fridge? im serious"

Due to the amount of kissing, grinding, cock touching all that shit. i think it made her get abit of cold feet at the thought of bringing me home cause lets face it she knew i wasnt hungry.. Maybe a different kind of hungry but i didnt need food..
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She then stated that she needed to go home alone that night because she had to get up and go to see her family in the blue mountains the next morning (about 3 hours away).
I figured yer whatever im not gonna beg the woman so we then parted ways i didnt even get her number.. Reason being i had a feeling that i would run into her soon anyways and i wanted to seem lik i didnt give a fuck..

Here is where it gets interesting...

Last night im out again in the same area. if your from sydney you might know of the wharf bar in manly, pumps on a sunday afternoon! Perfect for sarging.. And who do i see...

I then walked over to her and started making small talk again and she was real dismissive. apart from her probably being sober and feeling uncomfortable in the daylight. I just couldnt figure how i could have gone differently about it. i then left kinda confused but knowing it was my fault.

Anyone have any ideas on how i could have done any of the above better??

Cheers