I personally go out to hang with friends and mates, have a dance, have a laugh and maybe enjoy some eats after. I never really go on the pull. I'd have to do that alone but it doesn't feel natural or right. And I never go out alone, always with friends. I don't go out much, so I'd rather have a flash time than waste it feeling lousy about myself.
I went out with some friends once to celebrate a birthday. We stayed at a beach house and started drinking at 8:00pm and got well and truly trashed by midnight - pineapple vodka-whisky-wine-beer. We ended up going to a strip club (because someone desperately wanted to give the lesbians a bubble bath) and then a rather nasty night club with bad 80s music afterwards. Not my scene. It was okay though, but at the night club, all the suddenly guys split up and went on the pull instead of ensuring the birthday boys (twins) had a good time. They kind of sat at the bar and watched their moron friends get rejected. It was amusing and the twins started telling me many stories. I did the right thing and stuck by the twins. I was sooo disgusted by what happened. Mainly that I didn't pull, but that's beside the point.
We shoulda been dancing and drinking and having a laugh embarrassing each other rather than splitting up to espouse tasteless pick-up lines on a dancefloor where someone had obviously pissed all over.
After we left the club, the twins and some of the other boys got into a serious altercation in the street. While lightning was arcing across the night sky (it was almost ominous), one of them got stabbed in the side with a broken beer bottle and the other needed ten staples in his head from getting gang-bashed repeatedly. Happy 22nd birthday, fellas! I am never spending a night with 8 Jewish boys ever again! They were so angry (it must be all that pent up aggression from not being able to wank without any artificial lubrication) all the time. Even when they agreed, they argued. Fuck that! Never again!
I needed to puke and fart so badly that morning. Sitting in a cop shop for five hours waiting to give my statement was not my idea of fun. Holding it in was agony! Down the corridor, some guy was yelling and screaming his nuts off. The cops had taken all his clothes off to shame him into shutting up. It wasn't working obviously. Whoever it was, he sounded like a trainwreck. Shut up, already! Then this other guy came in looking like he'd obviously been bashed about across the face and over the head. His nose was cut and his eyes were all bruised. He said his car had been stolen. Fuck that! Never again!