Boy does it feel good to be posting back here after a long and drawn-out absence! This thread relates to experiences I've had with a girl, "Sophie", over the past 2 weeks.

Lab - Two Weeks Ago Tonight

I went to Lab, a superb little dubstep club in the heart of Bristol city centre. A bit of a grimey place - you wouldn't want to touch the walls or anything - but always a good night out.

Naughty boy that I am, I was intoxicated (on what, I'll leave to your imaginations) and immediately made it my duty to befriend all 20 or so people in the club. One of these people was Sophie, a blonde 8 with the body of a 10. Easily. We hit it off brilliantly, to the point where she asked if I wanted to come back to her mate's house with her. I agreed, but sadly, in an epic fail to which only Hustler has been privy, was far too fucked to follow it through. Instead, I decided that I wanted to dance with the MC and chat to the DJ. She left. I put it down to "one of those things", chastened myself for being a clot, and got on with my life. She had been close with one of the lads she was with anyway (although apparently they were no more than friends) so I didn't lose any sleep over it.

Valve - Saturday Just Gone

Again, a big dubstep/D+B night during which I was in the mood to chat to everybody. Surprise of surprises, who should I run into on the dancefloor? You guessed it.

We had a good chat, exchanged numbers, and agreed to do Lab again tonight for Jakes' DJ set. Texts were sent backwards and forwards and all was good. Interestingly I got chatting to a lovely young girl called Natalie, who, halfway through me chatting her up (very well, even if I do say so myself), informed me she had a boyfriend who she was going to marry. Predictably. Nice lass though.

Today - Lab

"Hey are you still going to Lab tonight? I'm coming if I can get a place to stay"

I received this text from Sophie this afternoon, shortly followed by one saying she was definitely coming, and was I still up for it. I was, so I dosed up on Red Bull (I'm detoxing), headed down for about midnight. Along the way, I received more texts along the lines of "are you still coming?"

It was looking promising.

Sophie was there, thrilled to see me, and introduced me to her mates - Jez, a stand-up Welsh guy, and John, the 6'3'', slightly scally-ish chap she'd been friendly with before. An alright guy, but one gets the impression the kind that sorts out AMOG problems with violence. My game was therefore tactful.

I chatted with Jez and Sophie, but mostly just enjoyed myself (Jakes was awesome - enjoying myself was not difficult). In the meantime, Sophie had John choading out on her. Whispering in her ear, kissing her cheek, drawing all his state and enjoyment off her and her reactions. I thought about diving in and involving her in my fun, but thought twice on the count of John seeming like a bit of a scally, and not the sort of lad you want to mess with.

Anywho, the evening culminated in them getting with each other here and there, and me chatting to numerous people and having a great time. I left after Jakes' set, promising to ring her later in the week and telling John it was good to see him again.

My last contact was about an hour ago. "It was good to see you again tonight - I had an ace time! I'll call you later in the week to arrange something"

Well, to arrange something and determine whether or not she is actually single. She's definitely into me, it's all about whether the coast is clear.

id try and get her out without the other chodes...

invite her out with your m8s perhaps?!

she seems like a fun girl aswel!

Best Of!

Pic.

Word to the wise: Be careful of girls named Sophie.

What Picard said. Or get her out alone as maybe the chodes would turn up if you were out with others.

Learn kung fu and then you won't have to worry about getting your ass kicked.

Peace,

kowalski

fuck kung fu. mma all the way

Right, I should probably update this, although there's very little going on.

I haven't seen Sophie since that night in Lab, although we have been texting backwards and forwards with some very encouraging results. Lots of flirting (turns out she is single after all) and suchlike, but we've been flaking on each other left right and centre. She's had things to do (legitimately), I've been down for the last few days and unwilling to go anywhere or do anything.

It's looking good...ish. I'll keep you guys posted on any developments

So we come to Sophie again. Some interesting turns in the story.

Last week I went out with my flatmates and some of our friends for a standard uni bar crawl that would end up in Syndicate. I suggested Sophie come along, and she enthusiastically agreed. It sounded promising - I'd be bringing her into my world, introducing her to my friends and we'd both have a right laugh. It was perhaps a little unfortunate that in the approaching 24 hours or so, my mood started to dive and I knew I'd have a fight on my hand to be at my best for the pub crawl. For anyone who's not aware, I have cyclothymia (like bipolar disorder but not quite as strong - wiki it), and my mood is in a constant state of flux. Most of the time it fluctuates around the fairly normal but occasionally it takes a big swing one way or the other. That night, it was most certainly down.

Let's concentrate on the positives to start off with. We had good conversation for the majority of the night, we both enjoyed ourselves and made each other laugh and she got on like a house on fire with my friends. We also agreed to see each other for Lab tomorrow.

Now the negatives. I was in my head all night, and she could tell. Everything I did felt unnatural and...I dunno...out of synch with my true self. My kino was off, any conversation, whilst flowing and generally good, didn't feel quite right - the vibe wasn't there. To be honest, this was not helped by the fact that my mood was very low (it still is, 5 full days later) and thus I was wracked with self-doubt, low self-esteem, low energy and feeling generally miserable. Another factor was that Sophie was a little unresponsive to everything going on around her, and as such I was concerned she was not enjoying herself. A bit of a choad habit, I know, but I was too concerned that she was not enjoying herself to truly enjoy myself. In the end, I just decided to chill out and not worry about it, and we ended up separating within the group and doing our own thing.

The night culminated in Syndicate, which was shite, and me drinking pints of Fosters, because it was cheap. The inevitable lethargy came on very quickly, everyone got separated and Sophie ended up taxiing it back to hers about 10 minutes before we taxied it back home. I haven't texted her since, and I don't think I'm going to. Just move on and find myself another little hottie I think.

Sorry to hear you had a shit time. But I don't see any reason you shouldn't see her again mate.