LONG Solo Sober FR NEED URGENT ADVICE

Well, another night hitting it solo and like everyone has said before, these are the times when you see what you are made of. I've noticed a common trend in my solo nights: guys always tend to befriend me and start off a conversation with me. Same thing happened tonight; there were 3 solid dudes who i was having a fun time with so i didn't feel alone tonight.

Got there at 12, walked onto the dancefloor and shacked out for a bit, immediately two cute blondes see this and one of them cracks a smile. Ok, that's my cue. I say hi to the smiley one, and bitch about how i'm always the first one dancing at this time and no one else EVER does. She's laffin her head of - it really wasn't that funny. I make friends with her bleach blonde friend next to her. I can tell there's a very tepid sort of nervousness about me; i'm not relaxed enough, not certain enough to hold silences. They leave to find their friends after talking for a bit. I see her and a new friend later, she gives me a wide smile, but this is one hour and sumfin later and still seem kinda needy around her. The very subtle kind. Girls pick up on this easy, so she and her friend kinda drifted off, not in an overt way, but just to find something more...arousing?

I'm making a few approaches here and there, not as often as i would like. I stop a tall 6'2 skinny blonde, and just say "woah you're freakin tall" and some other shit. She's laffin but walks away.

I dance with about 3 girls, one of which just jumped my bones. You find these party animal sluts now and again. I didn't go as hard as i could of.

This sexy indian girl was amused by my dancing earlier, i see her in the corner and hand of god her. She shakes her head. umm, i come up close and tell her to dance. She says she ain't drunk enough. She's the shy type, after talking for a bit in what seemed an awkward conversation (i was cutting her off to get my words out, NOT IN THE GOOD WAY) and she gradually started to get disinterested or freaked out cause she couldn't hold eye contact when i started cold reading her lmao, i was like "you're a shy girl, but when you're around your friends you're more open blah blah", i wasn't self amusing enough....could've done with some curve ball statements to spice it up. Anyway, she has a fake smile on her face, like half cringing but not in a terrible way! So i eject.

A long time passes before my next approach, like i'm taking 30 mins breaks. Either dancing (girls usually think i'm fuckin amazing at this cause i know how to move my hips, but sometimes i get carried ala dancing monkey). I think it turns 1.30 to 2ish and i'm thinkin about calling it a night. But what always happens on these solo adventures is that i stay until the bitter end. It's like on auto-pilot, when i'm with wings it's a different story though. I leave when they leave. Not when i'm solo! I tell myself to go hard on around 5 more girls.

I get some water from the bar, there's two hotties next to me. The taller one gives me a skeptical look when i mouthing the lyrics to 'Titanium'. They were sooooo latina it was obvious. I man up, grab the shoulder of the smaller one; a swarthy hot brazilian. I'm more calm than my other sets, talking slower and showing more facial expressions. Yet she's not staying in one place, and keeps moving back or to the side maybe cause she thought i invaded her personal space. She's a manager at abercrombie and fitch, she asks me what i do and i say i'm a male stripper. She smiles, freaks out and runs back to her friend. I'm trying to reassure her, telling her i'm joking and shit. But her friend (who disappeared and let me with her actually) just takes her arm and walks her back into the dancefloor. I'm talking shit to the friend (who's hotter in hindsight) and she's smiling, i'm like "me and her are best friends, she's mine, i hate you!"

Anyway, i'm feeling a little fury in my stomach now. Head back into the dancefloor, but it's a pity cause of the real hotties are in the VIP. What happens next was the best part of the night though. I'm chilling out for 10 mins, then start staring at this stunner in the VIP. Brunette, and sexy. I'm just shamelessly staring for a minute. Then she finally smiles and subtly gestures for me to come over after i pretend to shoot at her (i call this cupid's bullet). I waltz over. Icy as fuck, and we start talking. THE BIG DIFFERENCE HERE was my slow slow pauses. My sense of certainty in what i was saying. She was totally investing whenever i took a lengthy silence, "where are you from, like originally??" i let her guess. I cuss her for assuming i'm from africa, i correct her and say jamaica. She's kinda witty, and my 'funny' muscles ain't working so i'm happy to be calm and centered instead. She tells me she's coming over the VIP area to speak to me. huh, i didn't even ask her to. She comes over in heels, slow trot and lookin tasty. I'm easing back and give her a winner's smile. Now we're just vibing for a bit, i've learned my lesson not to get outcome dependent at these moments when a girl is into you (i usually get overly touchy feely or micromanage what to say) i just hold the same frame i had before. Steady eye contact, and some light physicality which gets better over time with her. I lead to the bar, tell her about my family and shit. What i didn't like is that i lied about my age and said i'm 22 (i'm 19), i tell her i do nightlife promoting (kind of true). I slap her ass after i get her laffin about something. She gets pissed, but i stay cool, and tell her "look in my eyes. Trust. Respect" uses subtle NLP when i gesture at myself. She's okay now.

We grind a little, i could've forced a makeout here but i saw no point in it. She kept accusing me of being a player, saying she saw me checking out every girl and talking to them. She thinks i love white girls. I do. She says she likes black dudes. Cool. I'm just talking to her about random topics really, and actually feel myself liking her more and more. hmm. I'm never too motivated to pull in London, it's so expensive and she didn't seem down enough. She tells me how she will never be the type to sleep with someone after meeting them at the club the same night. uhh. I tell her i wouldn't judge her if she did.

I'm pinching her, feeling her up now and again, cause she's doing the same to me and it's like we're exploring one another's bodies. Not highly sexual though. The part which hooked her the most was when i did sumfin Julienesque (credit: Manwhore), i was like "i'm not too good at opening up, i don't usually tell people this..." she asked me if i live at home, i said yes, she kinda walked away a little at this point to get me chasing. I pulled her back and said "my mum's kinda ill, so i take care of her, she's turning 50 soon and i like to be around", she asks me what's up, i go a little deeper into my history. This vulnerability shit was amazing. She grips my hand and i feel in love for a few seconds. She tells me some personal shit about her too. Nothing crazy, but this was the most honest and longest conversation i've had with a girl since clubbing.

Anyway, i take her number and say that i'm not just some fun emotion she can play around with at the club and forget about. She laughs, and asks me how many numbers i've taken tonight. I tell her to stop being so insecure and judgmental, while i'm smiling.

She's gotta leave for a sec to check up on her friend, who was standing around for 10 mins watching at some point. My girl takes a bit long so i head off.

I text her, "Hey, nice to meet you. I'll tell my ma to make some joloff rice ;)" (it's a west african dish which she thought my family ate). The weird that happened was that i was on the night bus and she calls me at 5am. I'm stunned. I'm real tired and just talkin shit for a few minutes. It was going fine, had her laffin and then bang, she hung up. I thought it wasn't intentional. Think nothing of it and listen to my music expecting her to call back or text. Nothing. I get home after 15 minutes and text her

Me: ugh sleepyhead you forgot to say goodbye
Her: So

i didn't expect this response, and i thought i should punish her cause MW would lol this is where i got inside my head thinkin about what to do, whether to ignore it or give her shit. I text

"Fuck you lil miss attitude..."

Nothing for ten minutes. So i text

"You're just like a black girl ;)" (cause she asked me earlier why i don't go for black girls and assumed it's cause of their attitude. I laughed and agreed so i thought this could be some callback humor)

Nada. Although she could've fallen asleep. Well....i really want this girl, so after this mammoth of a FR. Any advice on what to do next?