I have noticed alot of changes to myself over the last week. All for the better. I no longer walk down the street afraid to make eye contact with people. I can stop and appreciate a nice looking girl without needing to try and not look like a creep. Often looking like a creep in the proses. I have found that greeting someone with a smile very often gets me a reward of a smile in return. I like who I am becoming.

The first night out was one of revelations. My second night was all about me finding myself. When I said before that I was not a fan of bars and clubs. That was not entirely true. I feard them. Not to go into to much detail. When my dad came home from a bar my mother had to make up stories about how clumsy she was the next day so people would not ask to many questions about her new brews. My most terrifying child hood memorys always start with a bar or a club. This fear has gripped me so completely that even when I was nineteen I had a panic attack in a pub. It was at my then girlfriends birthday. She never called me again after that. Cant blame her.

Now 14 years later I may be older and perhaps a little wiser but I still have never managed to be comfortable in a social locations. That was my goal for my second night. All I wanted to do was talk to as many people as I could. No pressure to try and number close. No trying to recite canned material while wearing a mask of confidence. Tonight was all about me finding me.

My room mate arranged another night of sarging. Only one of his old sarging buddies turned up this time. The other was on a day two so we understood that he had more important things to do. Waiting for the bus with my A3 drawing pad I took a moment to look at my emotional self. My nerves was replaced with excitement. Also I had alot of optimism for what the night may bring. I smiled.

We met up at the same pub we did last week. Looking at my environment from a different perspective this time. I noticed girls and the sets they belonged to. I started seeing the other PUAs. Everything started looking a little like a chessboard and I caught myself thinking how I could go about meeting the girls I found attractive.

After my house mates buddy showed up we left the pub and moved down to a club. As I walked in I once again took a few minuets to take in my environment. There where many mixed sets and with many guys dressed in full costume so the average peacocking levels where very high. After about 10 minuets I left to do a little drawing outside by the smoking area.

I was not even drawing for about 30 seconds when I heard"No way! Did you draw that?"

Dont get to excited. It was a guy. We had some polite conversation for a few minuets then he left to go back inside.

I got back to drawing. and with in another minuet and sporting a heavy Italian accent "That is alot of detail!"

Another guy. I was starting to get a little worried. Sure my goal for the evening was just to talk to as many people as I could. But I was hoping for a little more interest for the fairer sex. Again we spoke for a few minuets and he left to go back inside. I got back to my drawing.

"Where did you study art?" I heard and to my relief it was coming from a females voice.

Before my house mate and friend came out of the club to move on to the next I have spoken to 4 people. I was informed the reason why they are leaving is because they where not getting any good responses inside. They where quite surprised that I had spoken to 2 women already.

At the next club I was full of confidence. Already having twice as much responses from women than my first night and I have only been at it for about 20 minuets. This club had alot more women and many where in male free sets. The odds looked good. The temperature was dropping fast and as a result there was no one at the smoking area. So I was hoping to find a seat so I could setup in side. But alas it was not to be. So I setup by myself outside in the cold.

Not even 2 minuets passed and I was met by two women who came outside with seemingly no intention to smoke. They just wanted to see what I was doing. Over the next hour or so I must have spoken to more that 10 women. Just sitting by myself,out side, in the freezing cold, drawing. Many of whom came out of the club just to see what I was doing. Any doubts I had about the drawing thing working on women was gone by this point. I felt very pleased with myself.

I got up and went back inside to see what my house mate and hes friend was getting up to. My house mate was enjoying a few drinks at the bar. Currently he has a girl that he seems to be very fond of. So he was here just to enjoy the night. Mean while hes friend seems to have hooked up with a very attractive girl. My house mate saw me come in and went up to me.

"Did you know that the women are trying to see what you are drawing through the windows?" he said.

I told him about the success I was having that evening dispute the weather playing against me. He seemed pleased.

I walked up to the bar and ordered a coke. I saw that the end of that movie "Dark city" was on the tvs in side the club. I took a few minuets to watch that epic end fight scene. About mid way through it I realised that I was in a overly crowded bar with load music playing and a drink in hand. I was, dare I say, enjoying it.

After the fight scene was over I left the bar and sat outside again. I felt like drawing. Even though my pad was in front of me for the majority of the evening I was talking to people and getting no drawing done. I spend the next 30 minuets or so just meditating.

The tyers screeched for the briefest of moments immediately followed by a crunch. I looked up just in time to see a man being thrown through the air like a rag doll. He landed a few meters ahead of the car with a sickening thud. The lady behind the steering wheel was gripping it with such force. Mostly out of shock.

The man got up. Seemingly to drunk to even realise he has just been hit by a car. He stumbled around for a few minuets and then staggered off. I thought to myself that this seemed to be a good place to call it a night.

A half an hour later we where all heading home. I was already planning my goals for the next night out.