Game with friends #2

Fuck it. I just deleted 6 paragraphs of tripe.

Once again I went out with friends. Once again my game sucked. I approached 3 sets throughout the whole weekend and over a total of 8 hours out in town. Fucking idiot. I think my approach anxiety was severely magnified by the fear of failure in front of friends.

Solo game and day game from here on out. Perhaps I will try and find a wing from the community.

Nothing else I have to say is of any relevance.


Although a HB10 stripper kissed me.... that was worth the £20 the lapdance cost. But it doesn't count. Strippers aren't real women. Not that she was too impressed when I told her that. Ah well. If she can't take a joke, fuck her ;)