As part of my continuing hobby I went out to a bar two nights ago. When I came in I saw mostly 35 year old men and some younger women. I'm 21. At the bar there were two girls around 26 years old. One of them was really attractive. As I walked past they looked at me discretely and then made eye contact with each other and smiled. I was on my way to the bathroom. While I was in there I was thinking to myself, I should approach those two. I should go meet them. I gathered my courage, walked out of the bathroom, towards the two women. Went right past the women, and then right out of the bar. Chickened out. I called a friend and told him what I was up to. I asked if I was doing the right thing. Just to hear him affirm it. For moral support. Naturally he said I was doing the right thing. It's what a lot of guys wish they had the willpower to do anyway. I went back in. My heart rate was through the roof but I walked over. They turned towards me. I said, "Hi," smiled, waited. They gave me that shriveling skeptical look: who are YOU. However, I was just saying "Hi." Thus I wasn't phased by the frost, and just let the silence hang for a second, which eventually prompted them to say, "Hi," back. "I'm JJJ," I added, feeling the temperature lower but still giving off a warm vibe. "Ok." Said the pretty one. I paused again. Nothing. "What are your names?" I said finally, hoping someone would kick me out or maybe even blow up the bar. They gave me their frosty names. I said, "Nice to meet you." At which time I reached my boiling point (or I guess my freezing point, would make more sense), smiled amicably and left. I know it's something I'll have to get used to. If I hadn't gotten an indicator of interest I would not have been as off guard. But I wasn't expecting the cold front, because I thought these girls had shown some interest when I walked in the first time. So then I hopped to another bar. I look around and the only person my age is the bartender, who, unfortunately, happens to be another attractive female. At this point I was feeling lonely and just wanted to connect with someone, not even take them home or anything. So I did something very inexperienced. See, I was sensible enough to realize that the cold front with those other girls was not directed at ME, specifically, but rather it was directed towards the 1,000 previous guys who approached them. No hard feelings. I understood the problem. So I asked the bartender if it was possible to get her name, without also hitting on her. Because I wanted to avoid the cold front, and just chat with someone who wasn't a 40 year old businessman. She looked so threatened. Like, her whole face went dead. I was telling the truth too. I was looking for somebody just to talk to. Ugh. I guess it still sounded like a pickup line. She looked at me like I was the biggest asshole she'd ever seen. I wasn't even trying to pick her up. I'm sitting there thinking, wow, this is actually ridiculous. I just ... smiled meekly ... sat there. Twiddled my fucking thumbs and I felt pretty bad for upsetting her. Eventually she decided I wasn't going to say anything else, so she relaxed and walked about ten feet away from me. It's all part of the learning experience, I guess. I just thought I'd share this situation from a guy's point of view. Ladies play nice please. Thanks!