Two highlights from last night:

I needed a shit so I went into the club toilet, its tiny and the Toilet Attendant stands right next to the only free cubicle. I didn't want to sit on the disusting rimless toilet but neither could I Kung-fu Horse Stance over it, so i proceeded to pretty much position myself like I was recieving a dick and squirt out this uncomfortable poo. After a while this weird smell and feeling is on my head so I look up and its the toilet attendant spraying air fresher when he starts shouting "That/You stink man! You stink man!" which is pretty much the most awkward and almost embarrassing moment and feeling I've had in a while.

I look down at my travesty and it turned out that I missed the bowl and had shat right on the back of the toilet hahahaha. Shot a look back at the toilet guy like "I wasn't expecting that". He is shouting all of this. So as I come out of the cubicle I see a few people all either waiting to use said toilet or are in the room and know what has happened.

"What are you doing man!"
"Needed a shit, so I took a shit. What do you think toilets are for."

Then in pure awkwardness and confusion I end up tipping him like 2.50 in some wasted, smashed state thinking he helped me and regain some dignity. If I even had any in the first place.

And back into the club to chat up girls. . .

Second instance:

Me: Hi
Girl: Hi
Me: whats your name?
Her: (A name)
Me: Your cute, happy birthday (She had a birthday badge on). Do you have a boyfriend?
Her: Yeah
Me: Meh whatever
Her: But Im playing single tonight
Me: Come here

Made out with her. Her friends are like "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING NAMELESS GIRL!! YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND *Turns to me* She has a boyfriend go away".

Me:. . .come here.

She does but her friends drag her back and talk. All of a sudden she starts blanking me.

I found when Im drunk or even just late on in the night Im sluggish, tired and slow. Maybe Im slow brained. Need to be sharper, quicker. I'm going to focus on being a bit sharper, keeping on my toes actively.

Easier said than done.

Just amazing, good job Sha :P

Don't make out with other people's girlfriends dude. It's not as much of a problem if you don't realize but if you already know she has one it's a bit dickish. Stay classy San Diego.

Brilliant, just brilliant

I asked so I could walk off if she did have a boyfriend but after "Im playing single tonight" I felt I was the least of that relationships problems.

Plus I was drunk, the story I mentioned above sums up my mental state and level of sobriety.

For nights out in Manchester, the train home during the week is at 5:44am the following day. The plan is to go out during the week, with a friend or solo, and go out to specifically pull so I have a place to crash. Setting myself a kind of deadline with a focus will be a change to my usual night out.

My main aim is to still be awake and energetic at the end of the night. I often find myself too drunk, too tired, over the night already (In 'Pick up' terms too; I can't be bothered approaching and socialising anymore) or checking the time to make sure I don't miss my bus.

My game goes like this:

Get into approaching
Get into socialising
Get into pulling

Anybody is free to join and yes I will be drinking.

I haven't done any 'pua' in ages haha. Past few weeks I've been going out and getting drunk. This week I wanna get a bit more focused. Kicked off a fuckbuddy and getting annoyed by all these Tinder girls flaking. . .

Now uni is out the way I'll be out more, more focused on the pull. Really locking down on getting the same night fuck. Its funny because I really, really don't want numbers, even though if I took them I'd probably be getting laid a lot more. The few times I have took a number its at least led to a date. In fact I had one come up to me 6 months later on New Years (I met her in May) and she said "Why didn't you call?" Hahaha. Random shit.

Anyway yeah, all about the close. Doing stupid bets, challenges, over-confident talking to my friends on nights out (so I think "Well better get to work then") to get the ball rolling. I don't want to be a gay who gets numbers, then goes on dates and shit.

I think you’d soon knock Tinder on the head if you started picking up girls' numbers.

Where'd you meet your fuck buddy?

5th Ave hahaha.

Hah! Where else...