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Approach anxiety totally killed me, and I cruised the bar for like ten minutes like a tool doing nothing. Then, I’m making way through a big crowd, and I bump into this one girl. She turns, and I’m like, ‘wow, I just fell in love with you. You believe in love at first sight — of course you do.’ The girl blinks, then she reaches out and grabs the ropes on my jacket (they tighten the hood), then neatly ties them. Before I can respond, the drunktext girl from before finds me, turning me around. FYI drunktext is significantly taller than me. She’s like “hey, you’re walking around here — are you lost? You look sort of confused, I’m concerned.” I blink a few times, then shake my head with a smile. “Plus, you’re like ‘yay high, so…’” Have nothing to respond with, I just stand there and blink. Then she laughs, tapping me on the shoulder, and says she’s just kidding. I just nod slowly and say nothing — I dunno, I didn’t have it in me. After a pause “all right, so yeah, see you later.” Then I turn around and leave.
I run into another group of people, and a girl in that group says ‘hey, that’s a nice sweater,’ and I respond with ‘thanks, I really love you.’ But I don’t stop, I just keep moving through the crowd. And then that was it for Friday. Turrible.
Saturday:
A friend asks what i’m doing, and I say that after I’m done hanging out with everyone, I’m headed back down to that same pub to talk to girls. He’s like ‘alone?’ And I was like ‘yeah.’ He’s like ‘well….why not just go with a group, then leave them for awhile to talk to girls at odd intervals.’ We have a back and forth about this — anyway, his conclusion is that he thinks sarging alone is gay and a last resort for when you don’t have a group. He’s like ‘dude, you have friends — use them. That way you have somewhere to go back to after each group of people you talk to.’