it's like. if i look at my approaching last night, it is all 'high risk'. it isn't under the raydar, it is upfront and direct.
neways, here is the jist.
sober night, as i'm pretty skint. wearing clothes that i've had for 2 years, (which none of the manchester guys realise) in a bit of an ok mood as i do love a night out with the lads.
first venue is a meet up point. just a chill out while all of the boys role in. there is always ec with women, lots. heavy ec and a smile with an older milf, don't approach. omar opens an UG (she was rotten mate), and i can see the more cute one move towards me and stand next to me. i do not open, she walks off.
i make ec with a stunner (A), a girl i'd really like to get to know. my desires are racing, i'm wanting her bad. i do not do anything
we leave for the next venue. its pants, but we have a pint.
we leave the bar to go to next venue, to which we walk past the first bar we were at. i see stunner A sat down, and just think to myself fuck it. walk in ... touch her to gain attention, scared her a little (lol

).
"do you wanna go on a date next week?"
"i have a fella"
"you have a fella? damnnn"
i leave with lingering eye contact and asmile with her.
next venue, pitcher and piano. wank place, foul, it has no life, its just 4 walls dim lights and expensive pints. kind of like the most lifeless one night stand you've ever had, seems like a great idea, but in reality it just isn't.
do not do anyhting in here except get alpha maled by the lads (i am pretty btw!).
next venue, revolution on the fucking locks. great place, great women.
stand around for 2 hours admiring

nothing to report.
see a cutie who was sat near us, open her, just talking. i tell her she is pretty, she smiles. she is my type, gorgeous, can easily see myself walking down the street hand in hand with her. i ask her if i can take her on a date next week.
"no..... no"
game over with that one. actually thought from the convo it would be a yes
final resounding "no", was from some posh bird who had the best hour glass figure i had seen all night. just chased after her and asked if she was single
"no"
and that was it, there's a little more to it but i cant be arsed typing it out.
so.... sober nights out. never as fun as the boozey ones, but hey spent under 20 quid and had a few wanks out of it. smooth.
thoughts that are racing? stick out your phone and tell them to put their number in, ala snake eyes. that's about it really

it's like, what could i have done different to get the desired outcome, is it actually possible to do things different to achieve a different outcome?
all my approaches were genuine, there was no 'fake game', no routines, no bs lines. just me. overall i probably spent about 3 minutes in set with women. wow, thats crazy. out of the whole 5 hours, 3 minutes were in set with girls i liked. 2 were straight off proposals, 1 had a bit more. bloody hell, puts it into perspective.