I text the Austrian doll to see if she wants to hang out. She texts me back to say that she is having dinner with her female friend and then going out with her and that maybe we will bump into each other later. I don't respond.

For once there is a higher ratio of women to men this night. That's rare in Palermo. However, I just can't be bothered sarging. Do you ever get nights like that? Where you go out, quickly scan all the sets around you and think to yourself, "I just can't be arsed"?

I see a hot Swedish bird and play the five questions game on her, just for a laugh, but my heart's not in it and I don't give a toss about the outcome. She loses and forfits me a kiss on the lips. I walk away.

I meet my best friend's ex girlfriend. He's a scouser and she is still head over heels in love with him. You have to watch out for these silver tongued Liverpudlians. Anyway, she spends the next half an hour crying her eyes out on my shoulder.

I walk to the next piazza, where there is rave going on. One of my female friends asks me, "Danny, are you not going for any girls tonight? That's not like you." I respond, "I know, I've got one-itis." She says, "Does that mean you want to be on your own?" I say, "Unfortunately, no."

It's half past three in the morning and my phone rings. It's the Austrian chick. She tells me, "I want to see you.Where are you?"

She arrives in the piazza and she is drunk. So am I. We chat shit to each other and in a moment of drunken sincerity I just tell I am falling for her fast. Yeah it's gay, but I'm human. Just being myself. Why try to deny a feeling? She's hooked anyway.

I tell her something about PUA and the forum and how it is fucking with my head a bit which should explain my seemingly random behaviour at times. She actually thinks it's very funny. Then she tells me, "Fuck off any tactics. You don't need tactics."

I slap her on the back of my scooter and we go back to mine but it's like 7 in the morning and we are too FUCKED to do anything. Then she has to go, for whatever reason.

I ride to the station bar to buy something to eat. When I come back out of the bar my scooter has gone. There is a shifty looking group of young Mafia types standing there. I go up to them and ask, "Where is my fucking scooter?"

One of the goons shrugs and says, "We don't know nothing." Then another one comes up to me and says. I can get it for you, for 30 euros, but no Police okay?" I agree and follow them to where they have hidden it.

He shows me how they hot-wired it and starts it back up. He then asks me for the money and I tell him, "Fuck off, that's my scooter. You're getting nothing." He tells me. "Well give me a cigarette then." I say, "You're not getting a fucking cigarette either." One of them slaps me on the helmet, which pretty much concludes my night. I drive off.

When am I ever going to f-close this girl?? She wants to come to my house again tomorrow.

I text her today to say,"Next time no drink. I want you to see me when I am sober!" She replies, "Well, I like u either state but honestly I was a bit angry at u last night, not because of the social forum but because I had wanted to go home earlier and u wouldnt let me..but I guess I have to blame myself too, cause I'm always free to decide.."

To be continued...

Feel free to comment. Although, I've got a pretty good idea about what Phil's going to say.

mate u obviously like her.... my shit isnt for girls u like, im bolted shut emotionaly....

if you wanna be nice with her be nice... who cares what i think... feelins & fuckin r diff

but still, u need to learn to tae control... i e making descisions and stickin to em...

however u word it, u need to take the man position

LOO HERE IS x ... ITS GONNA BE x if you dont agree with x Then its tough coz im in charge

i respect you, but in return.. u respect THIS IS HOW IT IS