Post: #3051

Hello guys, I'm new. I was about to start a new thread but came across this thread, thought I'd post here first and see if it gets the job done otherwise I'll open a new thread some time later.

Okay so I've been following this forum for quite a while now. I've a very strange case of Approach Anxiety. So generally, I'm a very confident person. I've no problem approaching Men or women, young or old, rich or poor, et cetera, here's where it gets interesting; I can't seem to approach ANY female when I have a sexual intent. Not even a prostitute who's smiling at me. Has anyone or anyone you know had such an extreme case of Approach Anxiety?

Post: #3052

Welcome to the Forum. There is a Newbies section here. Post a new thread in that sub-section and you will get alot more eyeballs looking at it. We'll ask lots of questions and be able to provide you some feedback.

Post: #3053

(01-06-2017 11:36 PM)NervousNoob Wrote:  So generally, I'm a very confident person. [...] I can't seem to approach ANY female when I have a sexual intent.

The latter statement negates the former.

Post: #3054

(01-06-2017 11:36 PM)NervousNoob Wrote:  Has anyone or anyone you know had such an extreme case of Approach Anxiety?

Yes.

It's purely to do with fear of rejection. Get over it. Take the mindset of if she blows you off it's her loss and there's plenty more out there.

Approaching is simply a numbers game.

Post: #3055

So for the past three days I've had a horrible case of tonsillitis that knocked me on my ass for two whole days. I'm not better but I was feeling coherent enough to run game and put on the monkey show last night so I got up to a little mayhem while seeing my friend off on his last night in Korea.

Did about a half dozen "hey what's up?"s that got some variant of "no thanks" or "no English". The fact that I'm shuffling around like a ghoul at 9am on the way to work probably isn't helping me snag the office lady types in my area.

Later in the night, got into a little conversation with two really cute girls from Busan who were super happy to hear that I had lived there before. They said they were in town Saturday, Sunday, and Monday and wanted to find a good place to drink. I tried to pull them but once we started walking two very angry looking dudes I didn't notice before decided it was time to collect their girlfriends and take off. Laughed it off and went back to my friends.

Wound up at a club/bar I frequent with my friends that I'm finally realizing has super weak talent and we really only go to when we feel like dancing. I'm horribly ill so wasting energy dancing is a low priority but I still shake it with a couple of girls who get bored of my Ken-doll shuffle after a song or two. Went out to borrow cigarettes and harass the passersby but my friends surprisingly came out before I got anything of note going.

At the end of the night 3-4am we go for pizza and the place is overflowing with people (including hot drunk Korean girls). At some point this wasted-ass chick comes up and asks if my friends and I are Irish. We're all from the Greater Toronto Area and could barely pull together a North Dakota accent if our lives depended on it, let alone Irish, so I just laugh my ass off and start making a bit of fun of her but she's so far gone she can't even play along.

But this stunner (easy 8 for me) and her friend hear me going off and think I'm hilarious so I tell them to sit with my friends and I. The less hot one speaks great English but she wants to go home in a few minutes while the really hot one and I have to speak through hand gestures and Naver translate. I probably could've mustered enough Korean to get all my points across but I wanted her to work for it. She's immediately holding my hands and showings tons of interest but despite my buddy's amazing interference I just can't get her to ditch her friend in any capacity so I settled for the Kakao and a kiss. Honestly, given how drunk and sick I was I wasn't entirely confident I could've sealed the deal (and I woke up drenched in sweat this morning so that might've literally put a damper on some morning glory) but given how bad AA has been fucking with me until now I feel like I got some value from this.

So yeah, sick as a dog but still managed a pair of solid street approaches, a couple of bullshit club ones, and a handful of nonsense ones that died right away.

Post: #3056

^^
Are you doing these approaches in Seoul? Or another big city?

Post: #3057

I'm in M&S and clock a stunning, well-dressed brunette. I see girls of that caliber around city centre a few times per month at best, and almost always with boyfriends.

I make my phone call move, and see her around the isles twice (later on she'll say she checked me out). Then, after a couple minutes, I come up to her and open with her obviously not looking Scottish. We chat a bit, I touch her hair, things seem on. She's a Brazilian FA for UAE, she hooks fantastically well (let's be honest - partially it's just because she's got nothing to do) but logistics are horrible. Her hotel is next to the airport and her flight back early morning. To makes things worse, she hasn't slept the night before, although I never learn why. So it's now or never. I suggest to get a drink, she gets her shopping done, I wait at the check-out.

She's bubbly, super chatty, I decide to walk her near a bar close to my place (15min walk). A mistake (in retrospect should've just taken her to the nearest bar). She gets anxious saying she doesn't now the area and her feet hurt as she's wearing heels but there's a bar just a few steps away, we get in, she puts her jacket and bags on the sofa, I put mine next to hers. She orders small wine, myself get a small beer, she sits purposefully, after moving my jacket, opposite of me in that very sofa.

We talk but it doesn't really click. She doesn't comply much with verbal escalation although I take her hand in mine but it's all awkward as she's sitting opposite the table and never really leans in. I lack conviction I can make it happen, I'm rusty with that, with too low energy and as I see it, she just kills the time costing me an opportunity to collect numbers but it's still refreshing to go on an idate with a girl like her - the last time it happened to me with a stunner like that was in April with a same day de-lay result but logistics were much more favourable last year.

It's near two hours and it doesn't go anywhere. She tells me some compliments and straightforwardly she thought what could happened but it wouldn't because we were so different. Her bubbly, me too chilled. She says we won't see each other again. I walk her back to the bust stop, she's silent, I don't talk either. We part our ways.

Could I have done better?

Post: #3058

(01-08-2017 04:31 PM)ksbms Wrote:  I'm in M&S and clock a stunning, well-dressed brunette. I see girls of that caliber around city centre a few times per month at best, and almost always with boyfriends.

I make my phone call move, and see her around the isles twice (later on she'll say she checked me out). Then, after a couple minutes, I come up to her and open with her obviously not looking Scottish. We chat a bit, I touch her hair, things seem on. She's a Brazilian FA for UAE, she hooks fantastically well (let's be honest - partially it's just because she's got nothing to do) but logistics are horrible. Her hotel is next to the airport and her flight back early morning. To makes things worse, she hasn't slept the night before, although I never learn why. So it's now or never. I suggest to get a drink, she gets her shopping done, I wait at the check-out.

She's bubbly, super chatty, I decide to walk her near a bar close to my place (15min walk). A mistake (in retrospect should've just taken her to the nearest bar). She gets anxious saying she doesn't now the area and her feet hurt as she's wearing heels but there's a bar just a few steps away, we get in, she puts her jacket and bags on the sofa, I put mine next to hers. She orders small wine, myself get a small beer, she sits purposefully, after moving my jacket, opposite of me in that very sofa.

We talk but it doesn't really click. She doesn't comply much with verbal escalation although I take her hand in mine but it's all awkward as she's sitting opposite the table and never really leans in. I lack conviction I can make it happen, I'm rusty with that, with too low energy and as I see it, she just kills the time costing me an opportunity to collect numbers but it's still refreshing to go on an idate with a girl like her - the last time it happened to me with a stunner like that was in April with a same day de-lay result but logistics were much more favourable last year.

It's near two hours and it doesn't go anywhere. She tells me some compliments and straightforwardly she thought what could happened but it wouldn't because we were so different. Her bubbly, me too chilled. She says we won't see each other again. I walk her back to the bust stop, she's silent, I don't talk either. We part our ways.

Could I have done better?

I find that women that are traveling or leaving an area sometimes use that a rationalization to hook up. You should've played on that and got your logistics in order.

Post: #3059

(01-08-2017 05:37 PM)Eugenics Wrote:  You should've played on that and got your logistics in order.

And how would you go about that?

Post: #3060

(01-08-2017 06:19 PM)ksbms Wrote:  And how would you go about that?

By building more comfort with her while at the same time implying that you may never see eachother again. She was tired and her feet hurt, this could be a good way to work her into your hotel.

You spent a few hours at a bar with her, that's a good sign. Sounds like you needed to take the reigns.

Her parting comments were the best advice you're going to get.

Quote:She tells me some compliments and straightforwardly she thought what could happened but it wouldn't because we were so different.

Quote:She says we won't see each other again

"We were going to have some fun NSA sex but you couldn't close".

Sounds like you had the right idea you were just in the wrong frame of mind.

Post: #3061

(01-08-2017 06:30 AM)librero Wrote:  ^^
Are you doing these approaches in Seoul? Or another big city?

I live in Seoul, yeah. Typically Hongdae/Sinchon/Hapjeong is my general range. Itaewon isn't too far for me to get to but the taxi situation back home is always a shitshow.

Post: #3062

Social circle

I just came back from a gig where I'd sort of arranged to be there with one of my buddies. The band room was fuller than usual, considering it was a Monday night; I couldn't help but notice a shortage of cute girls — facially.

Wandering around after the current band had finished their set, my friend called out to me from the back. We shook hands, he introduced me to his mate, we talked shop for a bit, before I led us to the corridor outside so we could hear each other better.

After a few minutes, I prompted us to move out of the way so people wouldn't bump into us. We grabbed a table on the other side of the corridor that was part of a long horizontal booth arrangement. The 2 other guys ducked off to get beers. I turned to a blonde sitting at the table to our right.

Me: Is there another act playing after this?

Blonde: Yeah, one other.

Me (paraphrased): That crowd had better not follow us in.

Blonde: Haha it's massive eh blah blah

Me: I wonder what they were sold blah blah

My two friends had returned, so I swung my attention back to them. We conversed a bit more. Shortly after, a guy and two girls joined our table; the less attractive girl, a blonde, taking a seat opposite me next to my friends, the other two sitting on my side. The guy was sitting directly next to me, we introduced ourselves, and he began talking to my initial friend in mutual tones.
I listened in a bit, felt like I was trailing behind, then made to speak to the brunette on his other side. Slightly conscious that I'd hesitated, I watched as another guy (whom I recognised) approached our table and spoke to the two girls briefly. After he moved on, I leaned back again and faced brunette.

"You look like you're drawing in more and more people to this group," I said with a smirk.

"Haha nah that's it," she replied somewhat mock defensively.

"You'd better, it's getting too cosy," I countered (paraphrased).

"Haha, I'm Lisa," she introduced herself.

"JWLZG," I replied, extending my hand.

She shook it.

"So I'll have to remember you as the smart one, like (Lisa) Simpson," I carried on, after somewhat skipping a beat. Lame, I know. (As it turns out, I looked her up Facebook and her surname is a somewhat similar-sounding name to Simpson in German).

We leaned forwards to our respective sides. I don't much like assigning number ratings much these days, but I'd give her a 7.5 (as was the blonde that I opened just before), definitely on the cute side, having the dark features that used to be my type (the brunette-and-blue-eyes pasty look). She was wearing a black top and black denim skirt, typical for the hipster part of town we were in.

I tried to latch back on to the conversation between the two guys but wasn't feeling it, so I tilted back once more and tapped Lisa on the shoulder.

"So how do you fit in with all of us?" I asked, using the bog-standard social circle opener/continuer.

"Oh I live with B___ and L___," she said.

"Housemates," I mused, "What about Gozzy and Alejandro (I was referring to my two friends)? How do you know them?"

"Hah, I don't," she said. "B___ does."

"So it's like 2 little groups in one," I said.

"Yeah kinda blah blah," she said.

We exchanged a couple more lines, before turning back to the table once more. I joined the conversation between the two guys around me.

I think our convo fizzled out because it was a bit awkward having to talk over the back of the guy in between us. Maybe I should've led us somewhere else, or moved to sit next to her, or got her to do vice versa. Whatever. Being social circle, I guess I can afford to string this interaction out over a period of time. :/

Post: #3063

Went early to a cafe for a book club meetup. The girl behind the counter was a neat blond; could be a 10 if she had better posture. Told her I had gone there a few days ago and it was closed. She said it was because of the orthodox Christmas observed by the owner. I asked how come it was different from the usual Christmas and she asked me where I was from and what language I spoke. Not bad. When she brought my order I talked to her more. Turned out both of us had thoughts of moving to Mexico. She was down to earth and agreeable unlike most American girls I find around myself.
Don't know how to proceed with her though; direct or indirect and slow?

Then the meetup folks arrived, mostly girls. One of them a new girl who turned out to be my compatriot. A 6, she said her job was very serious so she read funny books. (This is a good sign.) I think the meetup gave me a little social proof for the two girl. Got the latter's digits at the end. My text game is awful.

Post: #3064

Quote:My text game is awful

What makes you say that? Lets see it pal

Post: #3065

At the gym, a cute asian with a plump, round ass is working out in the yoga room, I go in there and workout on the opposite side of the room and I DON'T LOOK AT HER AT ALL!

We both workout for like 30 minutes without interacting other than a few soft, friendly, glances.

I went outside to make a phone call, she walked out!

I hung up my phone call..

me; excuse me

She kind of walked over towards me.

her: yeah
me: I saw you workout in there, you have a great form to your movements
her: Oh thanks
me: I know it kind of random but wanted to say hi
her: oh hehe hi
me: im gio
her: its totally cool, im amy
me: are you done?
her: ya im just waiting for my boyfriend
me: oh shit don't say anything
her: hehe don't worry
me: damn haha have a good night
her: k bye

This was fun, she reacted well enough, I have been trying to push myself to be more bold but less try-hard and creepy, my vibe is coming back after a few months of not approaching.

-
University campus, I spot a sexy latina carrying a bowl of acai..

I walk alongside of her..

me: oooh I love acai, what toppings did you get?
her: just banana and strawberries
me: and honey ooh thats so good
her: hehe
me: U ever get it with granola?
her: nah

We had a little chat about acai.

She gave me her number but didn't return my text

-

Riding my bike along the waterfront, a pretty girl holds eye contact with me and sort of smiles... I turn around and ride my bike alongside of her as she jogs...

me: hey I wanted to come back and say hi, I thought we kind of smiled at each other, I'm Gio
her: oh hi
me: whats your name?
her: I actually have a boyfriend
me: well than why are you smiling at me?
her: hehe I wasn't

She was.

Next!

-

Grocery store checkout line, I see a stunning light skinned black girl in yoga pants with a body that made me sing!

I timed my exit and with a bit of luck, she walked right passed me as we were leaving the store..

me: damn you're fine!
her: haha
me: I know the boys are all over you
her: no they're not
me: I gotta run but put your number in my phone and lets hang out sometime
her: sorry sweetie I can't

The vibe was sexy, she respected my confidence, I felt good about my inner game game here, I like to be aggressive, I know it's not always the best strategy but its fun!

Next!

-

University campus. I see a sexy white girl (19) walking with an iced coffee in 45 degree weather.

me: its freezing and your drinking iced coffee? Aren't you gonna be cold!?
her: I'm waiting til I get home to drink it
me: oh okay, everybody has there own body temperature
her: ya

We walked and talked for a minute, I forget the details. She was actually very sweet and I asked for her number but she declined.

Her initial response was generally positive, I didn't scare or alarm her at all, My vibe has become less threatening and more fun loving, I honestly think that the expression on my face has improved a lot, I have worked on keeping a more playful facial expression pre-approach and I have noticed a difference with that versus a more neutral facial tone.

--

Riding my bike past a farmers market, a beautiful blond holds eye contact with me..

I ride over to her as she waits at a red light, she sees me coming and doesn't seem bothered by it..

me: random farmers market flirtation
her: hah?
me: random farmers market flirtation
her: oh haha
me: whats up with you?
her: I just got a massage
me: amazing
her: ya I'm a little out of it
me: good for you

She was very pleasant and sweet, We talked for just a minute

her: I have a boyfriend
me: are you happy?
her: umm yes

Next!

I feel really good about my vibe and inner game, I need to dress a little better because as a 40yo man approaching younger but wealthier women, I have to dress congruent to my age+vibe+look, I feel very little approach anxiety, often times, when I really get lost in the moment, I feel no approach anxiety,

-

A block away from a university, I see a sexy white girl walking.. I walk past her and get ahead of her as I start a "fake phone call"..

me: (loud enough so that she can hear) let her do it however she wants, if we give her rules she will stay within the rules, we want it to come totally from her imagination, tell her I said she can do it however the fuck she wants

I ended the "fake phone call".

I immediately open her from over my shoulder, from slightly up ahead of her..

me: hey how are you
her: im good thanks
me: all done with finals
her: I actually have one more tomorrow
me: finish strong girl

We talked for a minute.

me: lets get ice cream sometime
her: I think you talked to me last year
me: no way, it must have been my brother
her: huh? your brother?
me: ya we look alike
her: ummm

She started to enter a gym.

me: well good luck on your finals
her: ok thanks

That happens once or twice a year!

Next!

-

I made out with a 19 year old!

I was jogging across the Golden Gate Bridge, I see a cute, young white girl in short shorts and a little tank top.. I jog alongside of her and open her..

me: Are you from Alaska or something, I would be freezing in a tank top!
her: I'm from Minnesota!
me: oh yeah, that explains it!
her: Are you from here?
me: yeah

I love it here.

We jogged and hiked together for nearly 2 hours. She was super sweet and we seemed to connect on some intellectual level... I finally had to leave..

me: should we keep in touch?
she: sure, have your phone?
me: ya put it in

She entered her number.

me: give me a kiss

I leaned in and pulled her closer.

We kissed with just a little bit of tongue.

Very sexy scene!

We have been texting but she is in Minnesota with plans to return.

Reminiscent of the beautiful Canadian tourist that I got 2 years ago!

-

Also, I have been approaching girls WHO ARE WITH THEIR BOYFRIENDS!

Just for fun..

I have noticed that sometimes guys will let their girlfriends wander a short distance away from them while in public

It's almost like they are trolling and teasing, she wants to see how much attention she gets, he wants to see how much attention she gets..

It has happened to me more than a few times, I'll see a pretty girl walking by herself, I approach her -- and than like 2 seconds later her boyfriend walk up quickly, I used to get scared and feel embarrassed but now I just talk to the boyfriend too like it's no big deal -- Fuck It!

Post: #3066

I'm in a frustrating place, how do you all will yourselves to approaching girls on a daily basis? Any secrets?

Post: #3067

Was at a store today.

Found store associate cute, and she helped me with some instore trial of a product. Was not in game mode at all, and did not consider it an approach until A) unprompted, she shared where she was from and B) unprompted, asked my name. GALNUC started ringing in my head. I then sorta fumbled about (dithered around, talked to other associates) but asked for her IG. We kept talking and found a mutual interest, then I asked for the digits.

Lesson: might seem obvious, but pay attention to language. Whenever a stranger you find attractive asks you a personal questions, pull the trigger and try to get the digits.

Post: #3068

(01-10-2017 10:44 PM)nagaviper Wrote:  I'm in a frustrating place, how do you all will yourselves to approaching girls on a daily basis? Any secrets?

You shouldn't need to will yourself. You should just enjoy it and make it a habit. The best way to enjoy it is to go out every day and say "I'm going to meet someone new to have fun with." Only a small percent of women you approach will give you that moment of fun. But you are sure to find at least one woman every day.

And to make it a habit, obviously you need to do it every day. After a week or two it shouldn't have any intimidation. No better saying than Just Do It.

Post: #3069

(01-10-2017 10:44 PM)nagaviper Wrote:  I'm in a frustrating place, how do you all will yourselves to approaching girls on a daily basis? Any secrets?

Follow your boner. (But don't let the girl know.)

Post: #3070

(01-10-2017 09:38 PM)Eugenics Wrote:  

Quote:My text game is awful

What makes you say that? Lets see it pal

It is. Here is one example: /thread-28919...pid1480055

Post: #3071

Some would disagree but I would use proper grammar while maintaining an informal and playful vibe. Doesn't look that bad to me otherwise.

Post: #3072

Went on an afternoon date with a chick I banged many years ago and kept in touch as I knew she was returning to Aus.

Reading Bang helped so much! I built interest/attraction, broke down the touch barrier/kino, venue swap and positioned myself so I could sit closer, escalated and made out. It was a walk in the park and I was surprised how easily it all unfolded in a predictable manner.

We didn't bang but I think it should be pretty straightforward if I suggest a date this weekend. Didn't have my logistics sorted yesterday.

(Didn't know where else to post this. This thread seemed the most appropriate)

Post: #3073

Mig Picante, the thread is about fresh leads approaches, not about hanging out with your old flame. That should be pretty clear.

Post: #3074

About an hour ago, I was walking down my platform at a station in the city, passing by a chick with her back to my side. A few metres down from her, I stopped and turned to look her way. I almost gave up on approaching as I thought she wouldn't be my type. Fuck it.

The train arrived, and we boarded the same door. It was fairly empty and I stood by the door, making to take a book from my backpack. She had taken a seat opposite me, and I sat directly opposite her after a few minutes. She had given me the briefest glance, after playing with her phone. She seemed rather preoccupied in expression; it sort of put me off saying anything.

I want to apply the 3-second rule a bit more as I've had the impression from previous approaches that waiting much longer seriously puts the girl off, given that she'll have enough time to have seen your approach coming. Dammit. There was a lady sitting next to me, and I felt self-conscious opening my quarry while someone else was so close.

3rd lady got off. 1st girl still had a slightly distracted look. She looked to be early twenties (I later found out — 21), was tall, brunette, had blue eyes, rosy skin, a cute face, with lipstick, and an unusual amount of rose gold jewellery. She's got a particular look to her that made me wonder if she was part Greek or Italian. All in all, an 8.

I opened her soon after it was just the both of us.

"All dressed up to go out?" I asked, indicating her jewellery, fixing her gaze.

"I just got back from work," she replied with a slight frown, although there was something in her tone that implied she wanted to continue.

"All those pretty rings and necklaces?" was my rejoinder. She had two of those, among others.

"I work at a jewellery store," she fingered her bracelet.

"Yeah, part of your uniform?"

"Haha yeah, showcasing them," she started to soften a bit.

"Visual merchandising, that's what it's all about eh?"

"Exactly, blah blah." (I forgot what she said exactly)

"Which jewellers' do you work at? Swarovski, Georg Jensen?" I think I said that as a test.

"I work at Lovisa. You know that one?"

"Yeah, I used to work at Swarovski," I lied. (I said that on impulse, I probably shouldn't have.)

"Reeeally? What did you do there?" She seemed a tad incredulous.

"Retail," I kept lying. "What's wrong?"

"I've never heard of a working in jewellery," she admitted.

"That's a really gender-discriminating to think," I said in a rather chiding tone. (I could've teased her about her lack of understanding of the industry.)

"Yeah it suppose it is, but not unless it's like mens' jewellery," she returned in a playfully-defensive tone.

"I know a guy who works at Georg Jensen," I protested. "And that's like saying that Tag Heuer should be employing just guys."

I dunno if I should have played to her logical side like that.

"What's that?" She drew a blank.

"You know, Tag Heuer, the watch brand," I said almost patronisingly, holding up my wrist. I do have a Tag Heuer watch, just not the one that I was wearing. "Haven't you been to Collins St.?"

"No, I don't know the city that well," she said haplessly.

"It's like, the one smack in the middle."

"Yeah, I'm not too familiar with the streets yet....blah blah I'm not from here," she admitted.

"Blah blah where are you from?" I asked. She didn't have much of an accent.

"I'm from Adelaide."

A bit of banter about Adelaide being just an oversized country town ensued. I compared it to Hobart, she said she'd never been.

"How about yourself? Are you from Melbourne?" She turned the conversation to me.

"Yeeeah," I replied, rather matter-of-factly.

"Were you born here?" She pressed.

"Nah, I wasn't."

"Where were you born?" She asked.

"Singapore," I replied without much hesitation.

"Oh I know people from Singapore," she said perkily.

"What; your customers?" I teased.

"Haha not really...I mean yeah some of them," she smiled. "But I know other people from there. Why did "

"Blah blah," (I don't recall what I said.)

"Singapore's really clean, I like it," she went on. "Don't you get fined for chewing gum there?"

"Hah, yeah, like $5000," I said.

"Ouch, that's harsh," she said. "That'd never happen here. No-one would stand for it."

"Yeah they'd just stick them everywhere."

"Haha right, in policemens' face and stuff."

"It's what I'd do, that's why they didn't want me there anymore," I said with mock seriousness.

She laughed, then her attention diverted to the stop that our train was heading past.

"Have we gone past this stop already?" she asked.

"What'd you mean?" I frowned.

"This stop," she explained. "Will the train pass by it later?"

"Errr yeah, in like an hour or so, when it's coming back to the city," I told her almost patronisingly. "Why not?"

"Ooohh I must've been thinking of trams, right," she said with a bit of embarrassment.

"Trains, trams, big difference eh," I said sarcastically. "Don't you have trains back in Adelaide?"

"Yeah we do! It's just one line, and it heads to the main nightlife area."

"Oh yeah I remember that about Adelaide," I said. "You've only that one strip, that's where all the bars and clubs are concentrated."

"Yeah Keppel St (sp?)," she said. "Blah blah."

There was yet more ramble about how everyone was stuck there one nights out in her city.

"Yeah, like your mum," I teased.

"Haha not that!" she laughed. "I miss my mum. I meant more like people you went to high school with."

Still more ramble, which I've forgotten.

"You know what it's like meeting people from high school," she continued.

"Oh yeah right, that awkward 5 minutes of conversation and shit," I dismissed. "I sort of got that hell away from that part where I grew up from."

"Oh was that like, the west?" she ventured.

"C'mon, do I really look like a Westie?" I feigned mock hurt. The western suburbs are a lesser-circumstanced part of the city, and I hardly looked the part.

"I'm new remember, what's someone from the west side supposed to look like?"

"Oh, just hoodies and trackie dacks (Australian slang for tracksuit trousers) and dropping out of school at 15 and punching out 5 kids . . . " I responded graphically.

"I'd better not head there then," she said.

". . . and those 2 kick arse kebab shops," I finished.

"Wow, maybe I should pay it a visit," she changed her mind.

"Oh there's a fair few of them here," I waved my hand about nonchalantly.

"In Brunswick? (I perked up, she mentioned my suburb) I'm starting to get hungry, I haven't eaten yet," she confessed.

"Is that the plan?" I teased. "Like a dinner adventure you're getting from me?"

"No that's not it," she protested. "Blah blah."

"Yeah there's heaps of them here," I went on. "I used to live down the road from one."

"What do you mean, 'used to live'? Do you mean you're homeless?" she asked.

"Maybe I could be," I played along. "Maybe I just live on a boat out on the bay."

"Blah blah," she said. "What sort of boat is it? Like a yacht?"

"Nah, a Zodiac, one of those rubber ones."

She laughed, "I'm getting off here."

"So am I."

"Are you really?"

"Fakely," I said (I should've noticed the station first). "I don't actually live on a boat."

Some more banter in which she questioned whether this was indeed my stop, as we got off the train and walked towards the exit. I prodded her upper arm as I said, no wonder you got away from Adelaide, this is why your friends couldn't stand you.

"But yeah, mine's that way," I indicated my left as I turned away from her. The footpath from the station split into two here; she was about to head down the other one. So we were about other? She faced me.

"Do you want to add me on Facebook?" she asked.

"What if I deleted it yesterday?" I parried.

"Ha, very convenient," she retorted. She headed towards me. "Did you really?"

"Let's say I did. We'll have to do this the old school way," No way José. We were facing each other, her back to the railing around the nature strip. "Give me your number instead."

"Uh-uh," she refused, pulling out her mobile. "I add people on Facebook first first, then get the number....I have my policies."

"Very well played," I mused. "So I've got it, huh?"

"I don't feel right giving my number after too many creepy guys on Tinder," she said defensively.

"Gee, well I'm sorry for left-swiping you last month," I retorted. (I was at a loss at how to respond to that.)

"You do have Facebook after all!" she exclaimed.

"I surrender," I said. "I'm a bad liar."

"Shocking!" she agreed. "That's what everyone says."

I may have teased her about that remark. There's a bit of fumbling as my phone screen has a crack through it. I got her to look me up on her phone.

I have a really common name on FB, and she selects a dweeby-looking namesake. I pretend to hit her and we laughed.

"I like your display pic," she said when we got to my profile. "It's a bit usual. Your expression is like a mix of confused and focussed and intense and lost."

(I don't recall what adjectives she used, mostly complimentary.)

I also forgot the exact dialogue between us. She asked what happened in that pic and I bullshitted something about watching some sheep tat I was about to hunt, butcher and slaughter, and eat.

"That would be worrying because I've recently turned vegetarian," she said.

"I'm so sorry that you'd have to witness my sheep-hunting endeavours," I dissed. I made to head off.

"Haha ouch," she said. "We'll talk on Facebook."

This was probably my most profitable daygame experience in a while.
I was glad that I made it an emotional juggle, rather than the comfort-comfort-comfort of most daygame approaches.

I've never had a daygame-sourced bang yet, but I should have no reason to suppose anything should come out of it, given that I've had pretty positive DG approaches that came to nothing in the past.

I wonder if I should've turned it into an insta-date though. Maybe even a SDL/SNL, as it was close to 21:00, and she evidently had nothing on that night. I think I left the end of interaction vague to throw in a bit more tension. Logistics are dope too, we obviously live nearby, and my place was literally under 500 metes away.

From our interaction, she was clearly somewhat interested, and knew what was up (the Tinder/phone/FB topic gave that away). I'm not too sure where to take it from here, either a ZDB or a 1st date bang — we have heaps of bars around here.

I've had instadates from DG, so it's not beyond me. On the other hand, it's a Thursday night and I want to go out, sharpen my night game muscle.

Checked on FB and she's 21 and goes to my university (down the road) (we're on summer break).

What would you have done?

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(01-12-2017 07:04 AM)JWLZG Wrote:  "Do you want to add me on Facebook?" she asked.

"What if I deleted it yesterday?" I parried.

First, I have to congratulate you on the memory, I wouldn't have remembered half of the conversations I make with chicks doing dg.

However, I have no idea why you replied what you did, served no purpose?

Just say "No, I don't do Facebook," when she declined the number. It leverages the girl's position by snooping around your profile to to make up her mind (more often, dear I say, to prove herself she was right you weren't up for the job).

A girl seriously interested, even if she proposes Facebook, will comply with your upping the ante and suggesting your taking her number. I can see it work only if your profile is supercool, speaking of Facebook. An important rule is not to add her as a friend or vice-versa, no need for that. Just shoot her a message.