“Going by myself to some bar seems desperate, and even then I wouldn’t know what to do.”
See – there’s the problem – you don’t need permission to do anything. I go to bars alone all the time, and meet women and network. I also enjoy drinking, so there’s that too.
Here’s what to do – get cleaned up, put on some nice clothes, and make your own late happy hour at a nice bar/restaurant on Friday, say at about 7. Tip the bartenders very, very well ($40, $50) – hell, you have it to burn, right? Go back every week/every other week. Pretty soon, they’ll be your friends, and look forward to seeing you, if for no other reason, because you tip heavy.
Now, you aren’t at the bar “alone,” and the bartenders will funnel good things your way to keep you happy. This will inevitably include women – at the very least, it will seem to women that you “belong” and aren’t a creepy wierdo drinking alone because of your friendly interaction with the bartenders.
