Clubbing

I used to go clubbing by myself because my friends were too lame. If you do it regularly, you;ll meet people, but you'll definitely have those "oh shit, I'm alone and look/feel awkward" moments. You will develop social skills you can use later in life. But let me get this through to you: not every girl is there to fuck. That shouldn't be your goal at all.
You should go to meet people and have fun. If you're not doing either of those, find a better club. If this is your strategy, prepare for a lot of pain and disappointment, that lonely walk back from the train station at 6AM, slightly drunk but with crystal clear memory of what went right, what went wrong, and what you can't exactly figure out... the conductor wakes you up with a sharp tap to your boot... "Ticket, please", he says even though you wedged it in the seat in front of you like everyone else does so they don't have to be woken up... memories of the club come back and you ask yourself, "was it worth it?"... Dan's stupid fucking face pops into your mind, pessimism personified, he lists reasons why he would never go to a club... it comes off as condescending, the kind of attitude academics adopt as a defense mechanism... you remember grinding with that chubby girl with the pretty smile and the soft skin, you remember dancing close to those lesbians - one of them wanted to be with you, the other saw you as a threat, you made out with that girl and then she disappeared, you went out for a smoke and worked your game on some uninterested girls for a bit, you proclaimed you were having so much fun to a group of foreigners who looked like functional junkies, ahh the club, it was so much fun, it was such a good time, but nothing gained, nothing accomplished, and then you realize you're pissing your life away working at that deli instead of doing what you want with your life...

That's not a snake