Last night was looking to be a boring one. I had spent all day applying for film funding and at the end of the afternoon decided to have a massive session on call of duty. 11pm and my mate phones saying he's bored and wants to hit town. So I join him...

On the ride in I realise I'm in a rediculously good mood. Having just learnt properly what state is, I think I have it. I can't be sure but choose not to resist it, and accept it.

I meet my friend and hit walkabout. It's pretty dead in there and a bit of a sausage fest. I decide I don't care. We drink a few jaeger bombs and I just start talking to random people, striking up conversations with whatever comes to my head. They're mostly blokes and pikeys but I don't care, I'm having fun. We hit another bar, groove and much of the same happens. More jaeger bombs, goldslick and conversation with random strangers. I approach a hb8 with "wow.....your blonde". Alcohol must be taking effect. I guess going natural isn't one of my strong points. Obviously the conversation is awkward from here and goes nowhere.

We do a bit of a bar crawl and the whole time I'm forcing myself to talk to strangers. We get to liquid and my friend gets a call. A family member has been rushed to hospital. He apologises and leaves. I think, why leave when I'm in state? So I go on flying solo. This is strange as I've never done this before. But I don't let this stop me.

I see a girl I know and chat to her for a bit. Then I take a walk round the club where I bump into some girls on a hen night. I make eye contact with one of them (a hb7) and keep it. She then gestures me over. Without saying a word we dance close and grind. Another of the hens come over and I grind the both of them together. The hb7 peels of and joins her group and i'm left the new hen (hb8). I isolate her from the group and we get closer. I decide to strike up a conversation with her and immediately wish I hadn't. Not only does it break the mood, she's the bride to be!! I make my excuses and leave.

As I walk through town, thinking about going home, I bump into an old uni friend. Why stop the night now? I join him and his friends who are mostly female. We hit sir dans, get our drinks and some of us hit the smoking area. One of the girls (hb7) asks why I'm not smoking. I tell her I don't smoke but enjoy passive smoking. She finds this wierd but we strike up a good conversation. Deciding the conversation is going knowhere I tell her "you have the most adorable overbite!" She takes this well and I feel she's attracted to me also. We stay outside and I mingle with the rest of the group. The hb7 keep appearing by my side and trying to get in with my conversations. She complains that she's cold and I use this as an excuse to kino and put my arm around her but pull away, trying not to show too much interest. It all goes wrong from there. I try cat string theory which just goes completely wrong and the group decide they're tired and want to go home, leaving me empty handed.

The night was full of little victories which added up to a massive victory having seen no sign of approach anxiety. It seems I have a new sticking point though. I'm a bit of a pussy and don't take enough risks. Taking far too long to make the move and close.

Another thing that gets in the way is my moral views. There has been a handful of times where I've felt a target is attracted to me, yet because she has a boyfriend I refuse to take it any further. I let morals get in the way of results, though I'm not convinced that this is a bad thing.

Yo big man, when you coming to Bristol? We need to get everyone down here together again. There was a good few of us not so long ago and now everyones gone into hiding.