First clubbing experience: A stupid, stupid lesson learned.

[lets_do_this]

Ok, so oh well. I was a guest at this club.

All was good, I got free admission, free drinks with 1 of my friends (guy/wingman).

All was good.

I was seated, music was good. 4 girls approach the 2 of us.

1 of them was really really into me. So we talk and talk for like 20 whole minutes, good convo.

My wingman left, the other 3 girls left the scene also, leaving the 2 of us alone.

We still talk and talk, trading convo for 15 more minutes.

I was waiting for the right time to # close. Ofcourse, a convo so good. A # close was sure!

Right?

No... Couple minutes later my friend gets back on the scene.

Then the girl probably thought, "This guy is never going to ask for my #.."

She gets up and tells me, "I am going to go look for my friends ok?" (Figuring I'd never ask for her #, she leaves the scene)

I reply with, "Okay"

5 or 10 minutes later, she goes past me and waves.

I thought she waved just for the sake of waving. But that wave meant goodbye, and I never got her #.

Oh ****, this feeling is ****ty.

Well, a stupid lesson learned by me. Ask for the #.

Yeah, stupid. I know. Damn.

Please don't flame me, I feel bad enough.

 

[Big Eee Zee]

w/e, it was one random chick.

 

[Criminal Mind]

Plenty of fish in the sea, and you learnt something.

 

[goatman]

Hey thanks!

il be goin out clubin meself tonite so il be sure to keep that in mind.

 

[Scrumtulescence]

pfft, screw that. Women talk, word spreads. Time to move.