Party season on the Jersey Shore started about a month early.
Friday night I went out solo to a club in right on the beach - the vibe was great. There was a seemingly endless supply of sexy, young, friendly girls. I showed up completely sober at about 1045pm, and my energy level definitely did not match that of the crowd, which was already in full on party mode. I sat in a chair for the first 40 minutes and observed the crowd. After slaying 3 beers I moved to a perfect area of the bar where there was room to maneuver, but girls were still passing through like conveyor belt.
A thick but pretty girl had been gifted a broken down cardboard beer case from one of the bartenders, and was slamming it as hard as she could on the bar to match the EDM beat and bring attention to herself. She squeezed in right next to me at the bar, and started pounding her toy against the bar with unbeliveable volume.
Approach #1: "Jesus, where did you get that fuckin' weapon of yours?"
She said the bartender gave to her, and at this point I realized she was completely tanked. I tried to say something else to her but she put a finger over her lips to give me the "shoosh" sign. I laughed at the hilarious rudeness and ignored her. I turned back to her 5 minutes later and she is staring at me from 18 inches away with this goofy, sexual look on her face. I laughed and said "hey." We had a weird staring contest for 10 seconds until she walked away.
A group of beautiful but extremely short Italian girls squeezed up next to me. The DJ was announcing the name of an Italian girl who had just won a raffle of some sort. I caught a glance from one of the girls.
Approach #2: "Your last name is Magliodonerroni right? I think they just callled you on stage"
She laughed and was very responsive, but I don't know if she even understood what the hell I said

She said "OMG I thought you were someone I know!!" and kept touching my shoulders/chest while talking to me with a big smile. We exchanged a few more words and I asked her for her name before she amicably rejoined her huge group of girls.
I walked to another part of the bar that was outside to get another drink. I stood next to a guy who was with 2 girls. Both girls were very pretty and slender - one was wearing a shirt that had wild designs on the sleeves. She had a nose ring, so I honestly thought she had a crazy sleeve tattoo for a moment. I tapped her on the shoulder:
Approach #3: "Oh shit - for a second I thought you were covered in tattoos. But it's just your shirt."
She reacted enthusiastically with a smile. I said "Let me guess, you're....
I was getting a little bolder and buzzed at this point. I took a big exaggerated lean over to check out her ass.
"Hmm, I was going to say Brazilian, but now I'm not so sure."
She laughed and acknowledged that she had a tiny flat butt. We talked a bunch and had a 30 minute chat on a picnic table inside the venue. We walked together to the dancefloor, and she got on stage to participate in a dance contest. She came in 4th!
We walked around the bar more - I grabbed her hand and led her through the crowds. Soon it was time for her to leave with her friends. We went outside together to her Uber, and she dodged a kiss twice before finally relenting on the third try. She said "you better text me!" as she got in the cab.
I woke up this morning without her number saved in my phone - I might have been so caught up in the moment that I forgot to ask her for her number. She's an ex-employee and regular at the bar we went to though, so I'm sure I'll be seeing her again soon.
I prefer to approach solo since the average guy is such a shitty wingman, but I have to say, if nothing else, it's way more enjoyable to have a friend to chill with inside the bar. The older I get, the harder (and less appealing) it is to keep up with young guns getting obliterated wasted. Praying RVF gets a Jersey Shore crew ASAP.