Well first, to start off with I'm 31, medium build and of indian ethnicity (never lived in India and not British Indian either). I’ve had more failures than successes, and yes, I know, it is all me – I rarely put in the effort. I live in a small town – needless to say, a lot less women than the bigger cities such as London / Manchester/Edinburgh/Bristol.

One Friday evening I find I’m bored. Mates weren’t up for going out so I decided sod it, I’ll go for a couple of drinks on my own. Get myself down to a bar in the town that’s normally quite lively on the weekends. Order myself a drink and am stood by myself at the bar counter. Finished about half the pint and a notice 2 women at the other end of the bar ordering their drinks (HB5 brunette and HB7 blonde). So, I’m thinking to myself, once these ladies have ordered their drinks, they’re probably going to want to sit down together and have a chat. I also notice that there’s only one free table left in the whole bar. So while they’re still ordering their drinks I go to that free table – I don’t actually sit down but all I do is rest my arm on the bar table, pint in other hand (the bar stools and the table are about chest height). I also realise that this is a win or lose tactic, but better trying than not trying at all.
The 2 women, now having ordered their drinks, were (like I anticipated) looking for somewhere to sit. And the only sort of “half-free” table is the one where I’m stood against, so they come over...

HB5: “Are you sitting here?”
Me: “Umm, not really”
HB5: “Oh so do you mind if we sit here”
Me: “Not at all, go for it”

At this point I’ve made eye contact with the blonde HB7. I oblige and move away from the table and stand back at the bar counter. Take another few sips of my pint and continue making eye contact with the HB7.

A minute later, HB5 approaches me.

HB5: “ Are you here alone?”
Me: “Well I was waiting for a friend to come and join me, but it doesn’t look like he’s going to pitch up”
HB5: “Well we feel really bad about kicking you off the table, since you’re here on your own, do you want to come and join us?”
Me: “Sure”.

Hey presto – this was just like an open invitation! This is where it all began, and it was only at this point when I got chatting to the HB7 blonde. Just normal chit-chat throughout the night with a couple of drinks. I’d made sure that I only had one pint that night as I didn’t want to end up having had a bit too much.

The rest, as they say, is history.

This was my thought process: Stalker, stalker, okay good move, wait what?

I would have thought so too.....

What was the 'good move' bit?