Emily and I went out to a club. This FR is full of fail. I am posting it for posterity and because I am pleasantly self-involved. I approached 3 girls, here is how it went. Approach #1. HB7 blonde with a hot body - and two dudes. I was doing count-downs in my head. I had just watched Tim's material. "5 .. 4 ... 3. 2... 1&a1/2 ..... 1, go! Ok now go. Just kidding, NOW go." I did about 3 of these. Nope. Still no go. I kept telling myself to make a move. (Go go go.. OK now. Go... approach, go now.) Why did it feel like I was in MORTAL PERIL? MASSIVE internal resistance. Still dancing in place the whole time. Heart racing. It got worse. I began to think, "Shit, I'm in my head now!" I thought, "I need to be in state, I need to feel the WOO. Shit!!! I'm not feeling the WOO." Then I thought, "That's JUST the kind of thought I need to STOP thinking. Override- Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!" I did something self-amusing to loosen up but it came out half-assed and made things worse. Then "Shit, thinking about my thoughts while at a club! That's even worse!" "WOW I'm SO IN MY HEAD, SHIT! GET OUT!" I remembered Tim's advice about pick-up being a MUTUALLY BENEFICIAL experience. I thought, "She will be happy to be dancing with a cool dude." I was as geared up as I was going to get. I could see myself approaching, I could see the happy look she would have as I finally came over. So I moved towards her, said, "Hi," ... she smiled in the first instant but then she changed her expression and said "umm... hi..." with "WHATEVER" tonality. I perservered and just ignored it and smiled and came up to dance with her. To get rid of me she pointed to a friend who wasn't her boyfriend and said he was her boyfriend. I knew it was a lie but I wasn't going to push her to dance with me if she wasn't into it. I said "my bad, no disrespect," and left... #2. After all the build-up followed by the blatant rejection, I was in a WORSE state than I had started out, which was an accomplishment of its own. I went downstairs to find my friends. My best friend there said "hot girl behind you," I looked, it was true. HB8, she was cute and very sexy. Again, I told myself to approach. Approach approach approoooh shit, too late, some guy is dancing with her. But then he ejected... But then he came back... <snip> 10 minutes and a few countdowns later i went up to her. She was so CUTE!!! She backed away a little bit but not in a rejection way, just in a "I'm smaller than you, I am backing away," way. Ha ha, adorable. We smile at each other, then I realize she looks kind of young, I teased, "Tell me you're not sixteen." "I am," she says. Suuuure. "That's good, cuz I'm 15," I said. (I'm 23.) We danced a little closer. "Wait," I added. "Are you serious?" She nodded, bashfully. I told her, "You will be hot in 2 years! " and left. I have no idea if she was telling the truth. #3. The third girl was fucking BEAUTIFUL. GORGEOUS half-black girl with beautiful big breasts and a pretty face, not as beautiful as my wife but I've realized it's ridiculous to compare people physically to someone you're in love with. I danced towards her, she looked askance for a second, then she made a condescending smile AS IF to say, "Alright... alright whiteboy, we can do this..." (Um, thanks!) We danced for a bit, she kept cutezoning me, giving me that smile like, "ha ha, alright, we can do this, that's cute." I tried to break that frame a little bit by pushing her playfully and telling her to stop smiling while moving closer to her, but we couldn't really hear each other on the dance floor... I realized I was kind of floundering in spite of all this RIDICULOUS HOTNESS so I escalated a bit, spun her away, spun her back, let her go, pulled her in... Do any other white guys have this issue of getting "cutezoned" by black girls? Eventually she said "Thank you," as in, "Cute dance, let's split up now." We split up.