Author's Note: Thank you to all of you who reviewed and added, I really appreciate your support! Here is the bar scene. I couldn't write Sheldon as a ladies man, it wouldn't work, so I went a different way...hope you like it. (Disclaimer: I don't own it, wish I did, like everyone who's reading this right now...) Also, I don't know what the forearm muscle is called...

The club was worse than Sheldon expected. The lighting was dim, the music too loud and everyone was so close together. He could practically see the germs jumping from person to person.

"There's Priya!" Leonard said, pointing to the bar. He made his way through the people and towards his girlfriend. Raj looked upset.

"Come on, Raj. Let's get you a drink." Howard said as the duo walked towards the bar. Sheldon pondered who to follow, but decided to follow Howard and Raj since they would give him to most variables to study.

Sheldon tried to follow them through the crowd without touching anyone. Which proved harder than he had previously thought.

Oh god, why doesn't he just shut up?

Is he seriously using that line?

I wonder if he would come home with me…

Oh, he's staring. Now he's coming over here…what should I say?

Is this dress too tight? I feel a little uncomfortable.

Sheldon stopped suddenly, the crowd swirling around him. He wondered if he could focus his abilities and instead of having all these voices running through his head, if he could focus on one. He looked to his right and saw a woman standing alone at the bar. He stared at her, focusing his thoughts. Through the maze of voices, one suddenly stood out.

He's not going to show up. He's forgot again. Why does he keep doing this? Do I mean anything to him? I bet if I didn't even call him for the next week he wouldn't even care…

Sheldon smiled and pulled out his notebook. He wrote down notations of any different topic he could hear around him. Most had to do with men and the club they were in, but some were different. Some were worried about bills or family. Some were thinking about sex.

It took him several minutes but finally Sheldon made it to the bar. He sat on a stool and surveyed the crowds. He saw Howard a little ways away talking to Bernadette. Surely social protocol didn't dictate that he could not read his friends girlfriend's thoughts. He focused on the blonde.

Howard, why are we talking about your mother some more? She's not here, I am. Please focus. I don't want to hear another brisket story. Oh just shut up. Sheldon watched as Bernadette leaned in and kissed Howard, effectively distracting him from the brisket story he'd been telling.

Interesting, Sheldon thought, using the physical responses from kissing to achieve a change in conversation. How often do females use this method of diversion? He jotted some more notes in his notebook and then surveyed the scene before him, trying to see if any other females employed this tool.

To his surprise there were several women who did this.

Please stop talking about your job. Can't you tell I just want to go home with you? Get a clue. Kiss.

Why aren't you paying attention to me? I'm right here. Look at me. Kiss.

Yeah, that's right. Mmm, I like it when you dance like that. No, don't look over there…focus right here… Kiss.

Sheldon noted some more things in his notebook before noticing Raj, who walked up and sat next to him.

"Hey man, what are you writing down?" Sheldon looked up at him.

"Just information for my experiment." He replied. Raj nodded.

A girl walked up to Raj then.

"Hi." She said, "I'm Tiffany." Raj raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Well hello tiffany, I'm Raj." Tiffany smiled. Awe, he has such a cute accent.

"Where are you from Raj?" She asked, sitting next to him. Sheldon watched, interested, as she leaned forward letting Raj have a view of her bosoms. That's right, look at the girls. Sheldon frowned. Surely women didn't really do this. Although given what he'd witnessed in the last half and hour here, he shouldn't really have been surprised.

One thing was for certain, even if he didn't get his findings on the female psyche published, he was most certainly learning a lot about them.

One thing he had noted so far was that women like to be complimented. This is something that growing up with a twin sister had already taught him, but the extent to which they will go for a compliment was new to him.

Also, like Penny, many found forearms to be rather attractive. Sheldon looked down at his arms, esconced in fabric and decided to conduct an experiment. He rolled his sleeves up past his elbows and then just lounged at the bar.

"Hi there," A voice said a moment later. She was a tall brunette with green eyes.

"Hello." Sheldon said and smiled. Awe, he's a cutie pie.

"What's your name, sugar?" Sheldon frowned at the nickname but replied.

"Sheldon," he said, "What is your name?"

"Melanie." She said, sitting next to him. Now come on, handsome, buy me a drink.

"Can I get you some sort of alcoholic beverage?" Sheldon asked merely because he wanted to see what else she was thinking.

"I'd love one, a glass of Merlot." She said. Sheldon nodded and then raised an arm motioning for the barkeep. Look at those forearms, you sexy thing you. Sheldon looked over at her askance for a moment before the barkeep asked what he could get them.

"A merlot, for the lady and I'll have a glass of water, thank you." Water? What is he a monk? Oh well, if he'd wrap those arms around me, I wouldn't care if he were a monk.

"So," Sheldon started, desiring very much for her to stop thinking about him, "What do you do for a living?" He asked. He had been told that asking someone about there work, was a social norm amongst people who had never previously met.

"I'm a secretary." She said, "I work in a law office. What do you do?" Please don't be weird, please don't be weird.

"I'm a theoretical physicist at Caltech." He replied, wondering if that fell in the weird category. Oh, well he's smart then. At least he's not a farmer like my last boyfriend. Stupid hick.

"That's interesting. And what do you do exactly?" I really don't care, but maybe if I pretend, you'll come home with me.

Sheldon's mouth dropped and he pulled out his notebook.

"What are you writing?" She asked. Oh no, he is a weirdo.

"I'm conducting a social experiment. May I ask you a question?" Oh lord.

"Sure thing, sugar." She smiled. Please get me out of here.

"Why did you decide to come up and talk to me?" Sheldon waited, pen poised.

I was horny. "You looked like an interesting person." She lied. Sheldon jotted down some notes.

"So my well developed flexor-pronator and extensor-supinator muscles and your paraphilia had nothing to do with you deciding to come and initiate a conversation?" She stood there slack jawed.

What the hell? I didn't understand one single word that just came out of his mouth.

"Interesting," Sheldon continued, "How do you choose a desirable partner? Is it based purely on physical attributes or do you look for something more?" Sheldon blinked at her with his blue eyes.

Oh my god. He's an alien. An alien is buying me a drink and asking me how I decide who to sleep with. "Uh…Appearance has a lot to do with it. But you can't always rely just on that." Like with you, you looked normal…

"Hmm…" Sheldon wrote some more in his notebook. I need to get out of here.

"Listen, thanks for the drink, but I'm gonna leave." She finally said. I need to find someone who doesn't speak like a madman.

"I speak like Albert Einstien would have!" Sheldon called after her. "Although many people thought he was man as well."

"Having any luck Sheldon?" Leonard asked walking up to him, with Priya on his arm. Oh dear, not him again.

"Oh yes, Leonard, great success." Leonard looked at him questioningly.

"You mean with your experiment right? You didn't actually pick up a girl?" Let's hope not. That poor girl…

"No of course not, my experiment is going very well however." An experiment? What kind of guy goes to bar for an experiment?

"Alright, well I'm taking Priya out to dinner, did you want me to drop you off at the apartment on our way there?" Leonard asked. Sheldon nodded.

"Yes that would be satisfactory, thank you." He placed his notebook away and stood, following Leonard to the door. He passed a man who was hitting on a woman who was pretending to be into him. Sheldon stopped.

"Don't bother," He said, "She's waiting for someone who is six inches taller and looks like someone called Brad Pitt." The woman looked at him incredulously as he turned and walked out the door.

What had started off as an experiment was becoming something more for Sheldon. He had discovered that in using his ability, he could make the women in his life happier.

This revelation came one day as he was speaking to his mother.