In my younger days, a handsome friend of mine would always end up with a girl at the end of the night and you know how he did it?
Yup, confidence, charm (his version of it anyway) and, most of all, he just kept approaching girls until eventually one of them said yes.
I could never be bothered with it. I hated night clubs and noisy bars (still do) and much prefer a good intelligent conversation. This, plus the fact that I'm not exactly pin-up material, meant that I would only enter relationships infrequently but when I did, it was always with somebody special...somebody who was beautiful both inside and outside.
Of course, this meant it hurt like hell when the relationship broke down, whereas "handsome Bob" never thought twice - for him a girl was like a condom...use and discard. If that's the way most guys are (and it does seem to be a common theme) then I'm quite happy to be an exception. I'd rather have the scars on my heart than on my soul.