The Approach Thread
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kbell · 2015-07-05 16:46:00 · #2201
Do you guys record these conversations? I don't how how you remember everything you and her say.
studmuffin52 · 2015-07-05 17:18:00 · #2202
I am waiting for the train to work in the morning. See this cute asian. I time it so we board the train at the same time and sit right next to each other.
After a few minutes I open her.
Me: "Excuse me, is your name Ming?"
Her: (removes ear phones) "what?"
Me: "is your name Ming?"
Her: "no"
Me: "thought you were someone i recognised"
She then faces forward again and puts on her ear phones. Not sure how I could've opened her again at this point because she had her earphones on and was reading some news article on her phone.
Any suggestions of how i could have recovered this or should have opened?
The day was cold and wet too.
EDIT: Reopened her and asked her if she was a student. Managed to get her facebook name (asked for her no. but she suggested facebook instead).
After a few minutes I open her.
Me: "Excuse me, is your name Ming?"
Her: (removes ear phones) "what?"
Me: "is your name Ming?"
Her: "no"
Me: "thought you were someone i recognised"
She then faces forward again and puts on her ear phones. Not sure how I could've opened her again at this point because she had her earphones on and was reading some news article on her phone.
Any suggestions of how i could have recovered this or should have opened?
The day was cold and wet too.
EDIT: Reopened her and asked her if she was a student. Managed to get her facebook name (asked for her no. but she suggested facebook instead).
Col. Tigh · 2015-07-05 17:23:00 · #2203
(07-05-2015 05:18 PM)studmuffin52 Wrote: I am waiting for the train to work in the morning. See this cute asian. I time it so we board the train at the same time and sit right next to each other.Charge it to the game. Next.
After a few minutes I open her.
Me: "Excuse me, is your name Ming?"
Her: (removes ear phones) "what?"
Me: "is your name Ming?"
Her: "no"
Me: "thought you were someone i recognised"
She then faces forward again and puts on her ear phones. Not sure how I could've opened her again at this point because she had her earphones on and was reading some news article on her phone.
Any suggestions of how i could have recovered this or should have opened?
The day was cold and wet too.
Funny approach I remembered.
I walk through park in a big city in south Russia. There are 3 chicks leaning on a fountain and talking. I see one in the middle that's attractive. Without changing my pace I approach with a stone face and tell the girl in Russian that I thinks she looks pretty, and oughta give me her number. She is surprised and hesitates, then I tell her if she does not give me her number I am going to push her into fountain, all with a dead serious face. She gives me her number. I walk away without saying anything. Couple of hundreds of meters away I start laughing out loud
I walk through park in a big city in south Russia. There are 3 chicks leaning on a fountain and talking. I see one in the middle that's attractive. Without changing my pace I approach with a stone face and tell the girl in Russian that I thinks she looks pretty, and oughta give me her number. She is surprised and hesitates, then I tell her if she does not give me her number I am going to push her into fountain, all with a dead serious face. She gives me her number. I walk away without saying anything. Couple of hundreds of meters away I start laughing out loud
Sketness · 2015-07-05 23:38:00 · #2205
(07-05-2015 05:18 PM)studmuffin52 Wrote: I am waiting for the train to work in the morning. See this cute asian. I time it so we board the train at the same time and sit right next to each other.my absolute favorite thing to do is open girls during the day... i love it.
After a few minutes I open her.
Me: "Excuse me, is your name Ming?"
Her: (removes ear phones) "what?"
Me: "is your name Ming?"
Her: "no"
Me: "thought you were someone i recognised"
She then faces forward again and puts on her ear phones. Not sure how I could've opened her again at this point because she had her earphones on and was reading some news article on her phone.
Any suggestions of how i could have recovered this or should have opened?
The day was cold and wet too.
EDIT: Reopened her and asked her if she was a student. Managed to get her facebook name (asked for her no. but she suggested facebook instead).
The best part about it is that no matter what is going on with a girl she always has something on that you can talk about
You saw that she was wearing earphones... you should have asked about her earphones.
No matter where or what she is doing you can always ask about her surroundings . Be it somthing she is wearing or has on or whatever ... you just have to get creative
Kbel - in terms of remembering 100% of an interaction with a chick we don't. I'm pretty sure i can vouch for us all when I say we only post the most relevant points of the conversation. Check my last post out, that "blah blah blah" was her rambling and me dropping some bits to keep her going. It was a long ass line at walmart lol.
Mess O. · 2015-07-06 15:13:00 · #2207
"When Direct is Your Only Recourse"
Roughly 2/3 of the time, I favor indirect while running the Game, but there are those instances where
logistics seem to narrow the path. Submitted for the careful perusal of the Grand Masters . . .
Earlier today, as I was walkin' the streets toward home, figuring that the # of approaches for the day had
been amassed, I catch sight of a maiden with long hair and a very short, floral-printed skirt. She was in this corner boutique, and I had spied this from across the street, at the intersection. I wondered at this point how I was to make a go of this deal, and so, I crossed the street just as she, as well as her very portly and unsightly companion (looked to be the mother) exited the boutique. An impressive Hispanic of some sort - couldn't been more than 20 - her dress proving to be quite sheer and flowing as the setting sun as well as the wind performed their magic. I skulked after them as they kind of sampled the other few small shops adjacent to the corner boutique. I had to freakin' loop around and doddle in order to catch 'em on the sidewalk, ultimately forcing me to approach from behind just as they were about to venture back into the corner boutique. What else was I to do but . . .
Me: "Excuse me."
The both of them turn around, while at the doorway of the boutique. I take a wild guess that the bulbous one is indeed mom (a eerie look into the future?) and offer my proposition.
Me: "Is this your daughter?"
Mom: "Yes"
Me: Well, she caught my attention just now. May I have your permission to take her on a date?"
Mom: "No, you may not."
Me: "Thank you for your time."
Daughter: (with a half-giggle) "Sorry."
Mom denied me while turning away on her heel simultaneously, practically speaking out of the side of her mouth. I finalized by saying "Thank you for your time." to the back of her fucking head. I walked on to the corner so as to cross the other street. I'm absolutely certain that they looked on to ensure that I didn't linger around. Surely, such a concern would be without grounds, as I did indeed stroll on without losing stride. I was adorned in jeans and a t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, as well as those Nike sandals . . . with grocery bags slung over my shoulder all the while.
Roughly 2/3 of the time, I favor indirect while running the Game, but there are those instances where
logistics seem to narrow the path. Submitted for the careful perusal of the Grand Masters . . .
Earlier today, as I was walkin' the streets toward home, figuring that the # of approaches for the day had
been amassed, I catch sight of a maiden with long hair and a very short, floral-printed skirt. She was in this corner boutique, and I had spied this from across the street, at the intersection. I wondered at this point how I was to make a go of this deal, and so, I crossed the street just as she, as well as her very portly and unsightly companion (looked to be the mother) exited the boutique. An impressive Hispanic of some sort - couldn't been more than 20 - her dress proving to be quite sheer and flowing as the setting sun as well as the wind performed their magic. I skulked after them as they kind of sampled the other few small shops adjacent to the corner boutique. I had to freakin' loop around and doddle in order to catch 'em on the sidewalk, ultimately forcing me to approach from behind just as they were about to venture back into the corner boutique. What else was I to do but . . .
Me: "Excuse me."
The both of them turn around, while at the doorway of the boutique. I take a wild guess that the bulbous one is indeed mom (a eerie look into the future?) and offer my proposition.
Me: "Is this your daughter?"
Mom: "Yes"
Me: Well, she caught my attention just now. May I have your permission to take her on a date?"
Mom: "No, you may not."
Me: "Thank you for your time."
Daughter: (with a half-giggle) "Sorry."
Mom denied me while turning away on her heel simultaneously, practically speaking out of the side of her mouth. I finalized by saying "Thank you for your time." to the back of her fucking head. I walked on to the corner so as to cross the other street. I'm absolutely certain that they looked on to ensure that I didn't linger around. Surely, such a concern would be without grounds, as I did indeed stroll on without losing stride. I was adorned in jeans and a t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, as well as those Nike sandals . . . with grocery bags slung over my shoulder all the while.
I have had pretty good success in the states telling random chicks I just got paroled prison for stabbing a pedophile
I will open with hey you don't sound like you're from around here
if she bites many times she'll ask where I'm from
I'll tell them but then say I have not been home in 8 years when she ask why I'll drop the, I just got released from prison and of course curiosity will lead her to ask what for
Pulled 4 nights ago with this exact line I got 2 numbers a random email and a ONS with a solid 8 (both numbers worked as well) 5 ONS's with this line in the past 6 months. It's my emergency tactic so I don't use it often nor use it close to home.
Tip: Really helps if you have a picture of a you and young cousin or something you can show her on your phone who was the "victim" you protected
Note I'm playing it off as fact, not using it as a joke although I've done that as well but without good results
This works for several reasons most would expect ex cons would try to hide their past so she is wowed by your "honesty" 2nd is no one likes a pedo especially chicks, and 3rd it tells her you're not scared to get violent for something that is not right (instant turn on) and the fact you can survive prison makes her think you're tougher than you might look (I'm not a big guy but not small either) Plus I always like to imagine every guy before me was trying to pick her up using some wealth or power factor so I instantly stand out from the rest.
I will open with hey you don't sound like you're from around here
if she bites many times she'll ask where I'm from
I'll tell them but then say I have not been home in 8 years when she ask why I'll drop the, I just got released from prison and of course curiosity will lead her to ask what for
Pulled 4 nights ago with this exact line I got 2 numbers a random email and a ONS with a solid 8 (both numbers worked as well) 5 ONS's with this line in the past 6 months. It's my emergency tactic so I don't use it often nor use it close to home.
Tip: Really helps if you have a picture of a you and young cousin or something you can show her on your phone who was the "victim" you protected
Note I'm playing it off as fact, not using it as a joke although I've done that as well but without good results
This works for several reasons most would expect ex cons would try to hide their past so she is wowed by your "honesty" 2nd is no one likes a pedo especially chicks, and 3rd it tells her you're not scared to get violent for something that is not right (instant turn on) and the fact you can survive prison makes her think you're tougher than you might look (I'm not a big guy but not small either) Plus I always like to imagine every guy before me was trying to pick her up using some wealth or power factor so I instantly stand out from the rest.
CrashBangWallop · 2015-07-07 11:31:00 · #2209
(07-06-2015 06:27 PM)carolinasmash Wrote: I have had pretty good success in the states telling random chicks I just got paroled prison for stabbing a pedophile
I will open with hey you don't sound like you're from around here
if she bites many times she'll ask where I'm from
I'll tell them but then say I have not been home in 8 years when she ask why I'll drop the, I just got released from prison and of course curiosity will lead her to ask what for
Pulled 4 nights ago with this exact line I got 2 numbers a random email and a ONS with a solid 8 (both numbers worked as well) 5 ONS's with this line in the past 6 months. It's my emergency tactic so I don't use it often nor use it close to home.
Tip: Really helps if you have a picture of a you and young cousin or something you can show her on your phone who was the "victim" you protected
Note I'm playing it off as fact, not using it as a joke although I've done that as well but without good results
This works for several reasons most would expect ex cons would try to hide their past so she is wowed by your "honesty" 2nd is no one likes a pedo especially chicks, and 3rd it tells her you're not scared to get violent for something that is not right (instant turn on) and the fact you can survive prison makes her think you're tougher than you might look (I'm not a big guy but not small either) Plus I always like to imagine every guy before me was trying to pick her up using some wealth or power factor so I instantly stand out from the rest.
Dark.
Original and funny too.
I'm gonna rep you for that
Giovonny · 2015-07-07 12:49:00 · #2210
(07-04-2015 04:28 PM)sportbilly Wrote: is direct game hurting my chances more often than not?!
It's very possible..
Going direct is fun but it's high risk, high reward.
It's puts a little bit of pressure on the girl to make a quick decision. Obviously, the better looking a man is, the more receptive girls will be to his direct approaches.
I love going direct, but, in terms of actually getting results, I probably do a little better with indirect, indirect-to-direct, and direct-to indirect approaches.
Flat out direct can and does work, but, I've had slightly better success when I mix in some indirect type of banter.
That said, I love direct and will continue to do it for my own entertainment, if nothing else.
*****
Here are some examples of "Direct-to-Indirect" and "Indirect-to-Direct" approaches.
These styles are slightly less direct than flat out "direct" approaches. They are more subtle and nuanced. They allow us to display multiple layers of our social skills without putting unnecessary pressure on the girl.
Examples of "Direct-to-Indirect":
Walking thru a college campus, I saw a girl wearing tight pants with little openings along the outer thigh, very sexy, young latina..
me: nice pants, those are hot (Direct)
her: oh, thanks
me: those pants make me wanna have a drink and go dancing or something (Indirect)
her: haha
me: you must not be from around here? (Indirect)
her: I'm from LA
me: I could tell, girls around here don't know how to dress
her: I noticed that
me: how long you been up here?
her: about a month
I opened direct, but I quickly shifted to indirect.
I got her number and banged her on the 2nd date.
--
I was at the beach running with my cousin. A beautiful , radiant, white girl with a great body walks past us..
me: you have great shoulders, do you do yoga? (Direct and Indirect)
her: no just running out here
I detected an accent.
me: where are you from? (Indirect)
her: france
me: alleh le blue, i used to love zidane
her: you dont love him anymore
me: haha no i still do. what are you doing in san francisco? (Indirect)
her: im an au pair
me; cool how long have you been here?
her: 9 months
I opened with a blend of direct and indirect.
--
Inside a clothing store, I saw a cute white girl, blue eyes, blond hair, wearing a dress that showed off her nice breasts.
me: that one would look nice on you (direct)
her: ha thanks
me: let me know if you want a mans opinion (indirect)
her: ok i might take you up on that
me: just shopping for a new dress today? (indirect)
her: well someone broke into my car and stole a bunch of my clothes
me: oh no, that sucks, where were you parked?
I opened with a direct compliment but quickly shifted to a more indirect topic.
--
Examples of "Indirect-to-Direct" approaches:
Gym parking lot, I see a beautiful white girl in yoga pants and little workout tank top, firm toned body and a pretty face..
I walk by..
me: how was your workout? (Indirect)
her: really good
me: do you go to the new gym over by the mall
her: no i was at the all girls gym near broadway
me: oh good for you, you are in great shape (Direct)
her: thank you
me: whats your name?
her: christiana
me: im gio
her: nice to meet you
Started indirect, switched to direct.
---
Young blond, 19 or 20, tight yoga pants, long hair, Russian looking, very hot.
I am standing at the atm, she walks up to use the atm next to me.
I finish my business, turn and say..
me: hey I love your dress (Direct)
her: oh thank you
me: whats your name? (Direct)
her: victoria
me: hi im gio, are you from around here?
her: ya i live in pacifica
me: what are you doing over here? (Indirect)
her: i work downtown
me: oh cool, hey, I now this is random but I'm kind of in a hurry.. when can I take you out for a drink?
Very direct, but, with a bit of indirect mixed in.
--
At the mall, I see a gorgeous, thin girl that looks north african. Tight, yoga pants with long hair and nice, clean skin, olive complexion.
She has on a nice jacket but there is a huge piece of lint on her shoulder..
me: hey you probably want to clean off your jacket (Indirect)
I point to her shoulder.
her: oh my god, thanks
me: no problem, i don't want you walking around with that, thats a nice coat (Indirect)
her: oh thank you, i love it
me: how are you liking this rain?
her: well we need it i guess
me: ya and it give us a chance to break out our winter wardrobe
her: ya thats true
me: whats your name? (Direct)
her: dounya
me: hi dounya, im gio
her: hi
me: I couldn't let you walk by without telling you
her: haha thanks
Very indirect, but, I eventually got direct.
I present this type of stuff to help you guys see that we have other options besides just "direct" and "indirect".
Play around with this stuff and add it to your arsenal.
~wrIghter~ · 2015-07-07 16:26:00 · #2211
Solid guide Gio. I'm usually more indirect, I've learned that it doesn't hurt to be direct to an extent. Definitely helpful.
Libertas · 2015-07-07 18:02:00 · #2212
As I'm sitting outside I see two girls walking by. One of them is very, very beautiful. Normally I don't bother approaching groups (something I might need to get over because this might hurt me during night game), but with a girl this beautiful I needed to make the attempt, this is a time where I'd be extremely pissed at myself if I didn't.
I took the scene by storm, opening both her and her friend. We started playing my little guessing game of where we each were from. I detected an accent on her, but not on her friend. She was from Colombia (a guess I made early on - South American) and her friend was from DR but came young, explaining no accent. We begin to talk about NY vs Miami and then I started gaining momentum with my target because we started talking about how to eat healthy. I shouldn't have changed the topic on this because she was really into it. She was a model (unsurprisingly) while her friend also worked in the industry as a stylist. She mentioned that everything she eats "goes to her ass."
If she were alone I would have used that to escalate, but alas, I had to navigate. Both girls were cool but I lost momentum in the end even though we had a good conversation. What I'm gonna take away from this is that if a girl really blabs on about something, don't change the subject and use it instead to escalate some. I think I transitioned from what Gio would call direct-to-indirect, but I want to be more aggressive.
I took the scene by storm, opening both her and her friend. We started playing my little guessing game of where we each were from. I detected an accent on her, but not on her friend. She was from Colombia (a guess I made early on - South American) and her friend was from DR but came young, explaining no accent. We begin to talk about NY vs Miami and then I started gaining momentum with my target because we started talking about how to eat healthy. I shouldn't have changed the topic on this because she was really into it. She was a model (unsurprisingly) while her friend also worked in the industry as a stylist. She mentioned that everything she eats "goes to her ass."
If she were alone I would have used that to escalate, but alas, I had to navigate. Both girls were cool but I lost momentum in the end even though we had a good conversation. What I'm gonna take away from this is that if a girl really blabs on about something, don't change the subject and use it instead to escalate some. I think I transitioned from what Gio would call direct-to-indirect, but I want to be more aggressive.
realologist · 2015-07-07 18:15:00 · #2213
(07-07-2015 06:02 PM)Libertas Wrote: As I'm sitting outside I see two girls walking by. One of them is very, very beautiful. Normally I don't bother approaching groups (something I might need to get over because this might hurt me during night game), but with a girl this beautiful I needed to make the attempt, this is a time where I'd be extremely pissed at myself if I didn't.
I took the scene by storm, opening both her and her friend. We started playing my little guessing game of where we each were from. I detected an accent on her, but not on her friend. She was from Colombia (a guess I made early on - South American) and her friend was from DR but came young, explaining no accent. We begin to talk about NY vs Miami and then I started gaining momentum with my target because we started talking about how to eat healthy. I shouldn't have changed the topic on this because she was really into it. She was a model (unsurprisingly) while her friend also worked in the industry as a stylist. She mentioned that everything she eats "goes to her ass."
If she were alone I would have used that to escalate, but alas, I had to navigate. Both girls were cool but I lost momentum in the end even though we had a good conversation. What I'm gonna take away from this is that if a girl really blabs on about something, don't change the subject and use it instead to escalate some. I think I transitioned from what Gio would call direct-to-indirect, but I want to be more aggressive.
Right after what I bolded is a perfect opportunity to create something sexual within the conversation.
I would say
" Oh really... I don't believe you. Let me see."
Then I will grab her hand and spin her around to see her ass. If your feeling really bold you can grab it with a puzzled look on your face like you still don't believe her.
Libertas · 2015-07-07 18:15:00 · #2214
I would have done just that if her friend wasn't there.
realologist · 2015-07-07 20:08:00 · #2215
^^^^^
Gotcha. Didn't catch the "I would have used that to escalate if her friend wasn't there" part the first time I read your post.
Gotcha. Didn't catch the "I would have used that to escalate if her friend wasn't there" part the first time I read your post.
Mess O. · 2015-07-08 00:24:00 · #2216
“The Graduate”
Making plays at the high school I’m currently working at isrisky business to be sure, let alone any other job scene, but these instances seem to be coming into an ever-increasing prominence, by where going for the approach is down-right obligatory.
I was buzzing around near some classrooms while on a break - just finding my way around, heh - and as I passed right by one of the doorways, I caught sight of what I imagined was the teacher walkin’ and talkin’ with this other chick, on their way to the exit. The bulk of the desks were occupied by students busying themselves with the 1st day’s work of summer school (bleagh).
Right after I passed by the doorway, this girl that the teacher was talkin’ to exited, which was when I was really able to look her over. A petite, dark-skinned Asian of some sort, with long, black hair. Sporty shades rested upon a button-nose. I may very well hadn’t taken much notice past such a preliminary if it weren’t for the short, black and clingy dress she was wearing. She looked incredible in this outfit. It was tight-fitting, yet the material looked rather soft and slinky. I suppose she was going to the club . . . at 10am. I have yet to become fully accustomed to the ravenous degree to which so many girls feel the need to garner as much attention as possible.
I hung back for a sec in order to get my freakin’ bearings. As she breezed on by me, it was revealed how even the subdued ambient sunlight reflecting off of the cement courtyard flitted through the sheer material of this dress that barely existed to begin with. This subsequent effect, couple with how the outline of her skimpy thong was blatantly apparent, rendered my walking on elsewhere an impossibility.
A dash of numbing hesitation froze my steps, but momentarily – I opted to skulk after her as she passed through a wide and shadowy hallway of a few yards length, leading to a grassy quad area. As I gained on her, straight from behind, I was able to take in a view of her body that proved to be even more richly motivating than the first. The incoming bright sunlight beaming into the hall cleanly silhouetted her tiny waist and athletic legs as her curvaceous hips swayed in a most sultry fashion. Whatever remnant of inclination to back down was duly obliterated, for as I drew within a few steps of my target, I beheld how the unyielding light shone through her dress, outlining the contour of her inner thighs – the most prominent feature of which proving to be a considerable gap at the top. The sight of this feature, as it was presented amidst the bottom of her toned ass cheeks shaking with each step, truly set my passion ablaze.
Oh, to suppress the maddening desire to tear that garment from her slim and youthful form right then and there. Time to proceed. Astonishingly, I retain some semblance of caution, lest it all be tossed to the winds, and I launch an innocuous opener at the woman upon catching up with her.
“Excuse me. Which way to the 700s building?”
She stopped and turned to face me.
With a rather official-sounding tone, “Oh, right down there, across the quad, and to the left. You can see it from here.”
As she promptly started to back off and turn away, I continued, “Ah thanks. Right over there, huh? Y’know, I’ve been working here only a few days now, so I’m still finding my way around.”
“Yeah, ok. It’s right over there.”
I reply once more, “You clearly know the place well. Are you a teacher here?”
Half turning away, but maintaining eye-contact, she says, “No, I’m a student, but I just graduated.”
Clearly elated to find that this wasn’t, like, a fucking sophomore, I rolled on with the chat.
“Hey, that’s great! What a major event. So, what’s the next move?”
“I’m going to LBCC,“ she replied.
“Cool. I went to CC, and now to CSUDH.”
“All right. So, what kind of work do you do here?” she finally asked.
Motioning to the rags in my pockets, “Sub-custodian. Trying to get a solid start.”
She then nods to the affirmative, while continuing to gradually widen the distance between us, as if attempting to extricate herself from the interaction.
I press on.
“So, what’s your major gonna be?”
“Math.”
“Whoa. How far did you get in that over here?”
“I made it to pre-calc.”
Although I wanted to try to keep her ensnared, the fact that logistics were constrained, coupled with how she was clearly having none of it, and very much wanted to leave, I figured, “Fuck it.”
“Hey, how about we meet up sometime?”
“Sorry, no. I’m gonna be busy,” she said as she was, by that point, backing up and turning away. At no instance did I advance from where I stood.
“Ah, but you seem friendly and interesting.”
“No thanks. Bye.”
“Maybe I’ll see ya later,” I called out after her.
Ech. Typically, I try to maintain the congruency of the play – the tactics for which depending largely on the initial context. In this sort of deal, being an indirect play, at first anyway, it would’ve been more optimally executed had I gauged her perceived interest level toward segueing into other topics, as opposed to simply deviating from talking about my business there – this deviation manifesting itself in the form of asking her personal shit before she did the same of me.
Again, though, with context in mind, I needed to find out who this chick was, so I could know if I could evolve the deal at all. And further, given the “venue”, it surely would not be long until some nosey-ass school jockey was to make an appearance, thus severely underscoring the inherent risk factor. What little I had to work with on this one was that single personal question she asked me concerning my work. I should’ve more effectively used this as a springboard toward coaxing her intrigue, but hey, perhaps I had a sub-conscious inkling that there was simply no time.
That would prove to be true, for mere seconds after she went on her merry fucking way, pleased, no doubt, of the dose of attention she just received, one of the campus supervision bulls scoots onto the horizon in one of those electric carts. Let me jus’ do a tangent real quick by stating how my dealings with these asswads has been predominantly negative, both as a student and otherwise, so I was duly relieved at the timing. Imagine this fat bro turning the corner and catching in his sights what could be judged as the solicitation of a prostitute. Jesus, recalling how this fucking chick was parading it around, I had to approach. Clearly, this was a poor play, but I reckon I took it as far as I could, so that ain’t bad.
Making plays at the high school I’m currently working at isrisky business to be sure, let alone any other job scene, but these instances seem to be coming into an ever-increasing prominence, by where going for the approach is down-right obligatory.
I was buzzing around near some classrooms while on a break - just finding my way around, heh - and as I passed right by one of the doorways, I caught sight of what I imagined was the teacher walkin’ and talkin’ with this other chick, on their way to the exit. The bulk of the desks were occupied by students busying themselves with the 1st day’s work of summer school (bleagh).
Right after I passed by the doorway, this girl that the teacher was talkin’ to exited, which was when I was really able to look her over. A petite, dark-skinned Asian of some sort, with long, black hair. Sporty shades rested upon a button-nose. I may very well hadn’t taken much notice past such a preliminary if it weren’t for the short, black and clingy dress she was wearing. She looked incredible in this outfit. It was tight-fitting, yet the material looked rather soft and slinky. I suppose she was going to the club . . . at 10am. I have yet to become fully accustomed to the ravenous degree to which so many girls feel the need to garner as much attention as possible.
I hung back for a sec in order to get my freakin’ bearings. As she breezed on by me, it was revealed how even the subdued ambient sunlight reflecting off of the cement courtyard flitted through the sheer material of this dress that barely existed to begin with. This subsequent effect, couple with how the outline of her skimpy thong was blatantly apparent, rendered my walking on elsewhere an impossibility.
A dash of numbing hesitation froze my steps, but momentarily – I opted to skulk after her as she passed through a wide and shadowy hallway of a few yards length, leading to a grassy quad area. As I gained on her, straight from behind, I was able to take in a view of her body that proved to be even more richly motivating than the first. The incoming bright sunlight beaming into the hall cleanly silhouetted her tiny waist and athletic legs as her curvaceous hips swayed in a most sultry fashion. Whatever remnant of inclination to back down was duly obliterated, for as I drew within a few steps of my target, I beheld how the unyielding light shone through her dress, outlining the contour of her inner thighs – the most prominent feature of which proving to be a considerable gap at the top. The sight of this feature, as it was presented amidst the bottom of her toned ass cheeks shaking with each step, truly set my passion ablaze.
Oh, to suppress the maddening desire to tear that garment from her slim and youthful form right then and there. Time to proceed. Astonishingly, I retain some semblance of caution, lest it all be tossed to the winds, and I launch an innocuous opener at the woman upon catching up with her.
“Excuse me. Which way to the 700s building?”
She stopped and turned to face me.
With a rather official-sounding tone, “Oh, right down there, across the quad, and to the left. You can see it from here.”
As she promptly started to back off and turn away, I continued, “Ah thanks. Right over there, huh? Y’know, I’ve been working here only a few days now, so I’m still finding my way around.”
“Yeah, ok. It’s right over there.”
I reply once more, “You clearly know the place well. Are you a teacher here?”
Half turning away, but maintaining eye-contact, she says, “No, I’m a student, but I just graduated.”
Clearly elated to find that this wasn’t, like, a fucking sophomore, I rolled on with the chat.
“Hey, that’s great! What a major event. So, what’s the next move?”
“I’m going to LBCC,“ she replied.
“Cool. I went to CC, and now to CSUDH.”
“All right. So, what kind of work do you do here?” she finally asked.
Motioning to the rags in my pockets, “Sub-custodian. Trying to get a solid start.”
She then nods to the affirmative, while continuing to gradually widen the distance between us, as if attempting to extricate herself from the interaction.
I press on.
“So, what’s your major gonna be?”
“Math.”
“Whoa. How far did you get in that over here?”
“I made it to pre-calc.”
Although I wanted to try to keep her ensnared, the fact that logistics were constrained, coupled with how she was clearly having none of it, and very much wanted to leave, I figured, “Fuck it.”
“Hey, how about we meet up sometime?”
“Sorry, no. I’m gonna be busy,” she said as she was, by that point, backing up and turning away. At no instance did I advance from where I stood.
“Ah, but you seem friendly and interesting.”
“No thanks. Bye.”
“Maybe I’ll see ya later,” I called out after her.
Ech. Typically, I try to maintain the congruency of the play – the tactics for which depending largely on the initial context. In this sort of deal, being an indirect play, at first anyway, it would’ve been more optimally executed had I gauged her perceived interest level toward segueing into other topics, as opposed to simply deviating from talking about my business there – this deviation manifesting itself in the form of asking her personal shit before she did the same of me.
Again, though, with context in mind, I needed to find out who this chick was, so I could know if I could evolve the deal at all. And further, given the “venue”, it surely would not be long until some nosey-ass school jockey was to make an appearance, thus severely underscoring the inherent risk factor. What little I had to work with on this one was that single personal question she asked me concerning my work. I should’ve more effectively used this as a springboard toward coaxing her intrigue, but hey, perhaps I had a sub-conscious inkling that there was simply no time.
That would prove to be true, for mere seconds after she went on her merry fucking way, pleased, no doubt, of the dose of attention she just received, one of the campus supervision bulls scoots onto the horizon in one of those electric carts. Let me jus’ do a tangent real quick by stating how my dealings with these asswads has been predominantly negative, both as a student and otherwise, so I was duly relieved at the timing. Imagine this fat bro turning the corner and catching in his sights what could be judged as the solicitation of a prostitute. Jesus, recalling how this fucking chick was parading it around, I had to approach. Clearly, this was a poor play, but I reckon I took it as far as I could, so that ain’t bad.
Lucky · 2015-07-08 10:30:00 · #2217
Did something today I've never done before: I got the phone number of a girl with her mom present.
I had just given an interview with a reporter and walked away feeling quite confident and talkative. I wandered into a book store and saw two very young looking girls, one very skinny Asian and one curvy German girl with a fantastic ass. I used a classic Day Bang opener:
Me "Excuse me, do you know where I can find the section that has books about dogs?"
From there I rambled into how I was trying to find a pet and how a dog can keep me company here in Germany, "a very hostile country." The girls giggled and after about 10 minutes of chat (I had gotten to the point where I learned their names and ages: the Asian girl was 19, and the German girl 18) a much older woman entered the group looking none too pleased. One of the girls immediately asked her if she knew where another book store is located so I could find a section about animals.
I spoke German with the mom and told a few jokes about how as an American it is very painful for me to not speak English. She warmed up to me and after a few minutes her daughter (the hotter 18 year old) said it was fun to practice her English with me. I said we could continue to practice another time and asked the mom if I could "hang out with your daughter sometime, and we can practice languages together." The mom said something along the lines of "Sure if it's okay with her, and her boyfriend." By that point I had already entered the girl's name into my phone and handed it to her. She asked if I had a German phone and gave me the digits.
I've been in that situation before, with the daughter and the mom during day game, and always backed out from asking for the number. It was actually quite easy but likely because I had established rapport with the girl and her friend prior to her mom joining. Day game for life.
I had just given an interview with a reporter and walked away feeling quite confident and talkative. I wandered into a book store and saw two very young looking girls, one very skinny Asian and one curvy German girl with a fantastic ass. I used a classic Day Bang opener:
Me "Excuse me, do you know where I can find the section that has books about dogs?"
From there I rambled into how I was trying to find a pet and how a dog can keep me company here in Germany, "a very hostile country." The girls giggled and after about 10 minutes of chat (I had gotten to the point where I learned their names and ages: the Asian girl was 19, and the German girl 18) a much older woman entered the group looking none too pleased. One of the girls immediately asked her if she knew where another book store is located so I could find a section about animals.
I spoke German with the mom and told a few jokes about how as an American it is very painful for me to not speak English. She warmed up to me and after a few minutes her daughter (the hotter 18 year old) said it was fun to practice her English with me. I said we could continue to practice another time and asked the mom if I could "hang out with your daughter sometime, and we can practice languages together." The mom said something along the lines of "Sure if it's okay with her, and her boyfriend." By that point I had already entered the girl's name into my phone and handed it to her. She asked if I had a German phone and gave me the digits.
I've been in that situation before, with the daughter and the mom during day game, and always backed out from asking for the number. It was actually quite easy but likely because I had established rapport with the girl and her friend prior to her mom joining. Day game for life.
EuroSlumming · 2015-07-08 14:50:00 · #2218
Gio I disagree with what you just wrote about your different levels of indirect direct/indirect etc
Direct is when your opener makes it absolutely clear that you're hitting on her, anything else is indirect (although of course there are still levels), and again it doesn't matter what you say after your opener because everything you say can't be about how you want to bang her, so you will say things that you can classify as indirect comments, and if you want to fuck her at some point you will have to get to the point eventually.
If I look at your list where you write direct none of them are about her, you're talking about her pants or her dress so you're beating around the bush, nothing wrong with this but that aint direct.
Direct is when your opener makes it absolutely clear that you're hitting on her, anything else is indirect (although of course there are still levels), and again it doesn't matter what you say after your opener because everything you say can't be about how you want to bang her, so you will say things that you can classify as indirect comments, and if you want to fuck her at some point you will have to get to the point eventually.
If I look at your list where you write direct none of them are about her, you're talking about her pants or her dress so you're beating around the bush, nothing wrong with this but that aint direct.
I blew a golden opportunity last night. I was at the gym, in the steam room after my workout. Girl comes in wearing a one-piece, kind of a butterface but she was a swimmer and her body was pretty tight. I usually avoid hitting on girls at the gym, just because I want that gym time to be focused on me, lifting and getting stronger.
But as I go to wet my face in the cold water hose, she says, "Hey, can you squirt me?"
Can't pass up an invitation like that. I lower the hose to my waist level and spray her with it, making sure to get her face and hair. We both laugh and smile.
I say, "Now that I've squirted all over you, can I at least know your name?" Introductions, start talking to her, trying to get her to talk about herself a little.
But basically I just fumbled. For some reason, I found myself trying to build comfort, and not building on the sexual innuendo. I think when I was just chilling and doing my own thing, I had my vibe going and wasn't even thinking about her, but then when she opened me, I let my frame slip and didn't escalate. She started talking about her job and shit, so I felt it slipping through my fingers and then I just started trying too hard. She brushed me off and left the steam room before I could recover, and I knew chasing after her would just make it worse, so I let it go.
It really burns when she lays out the red carpet for you and you just stumble over your own feet. Oh well, live and learn. I just have to focus on keeping my game tight at all times. I have to get that game mindset locked and loaded whenever there is an opportunity so I am always ready to capitalize any time and any place.
But as I go to wet my face in the cold water hose, she says, "Hey, can you squirt me?"
Can't pass up an invitation like that. I lower the hose to my waist level and spray her with it, making sure to get her face and hair. We both laugh and smile.
I say, "Now that I've squirted all over you, can I at least know your name?" Introductions, start talking to her, trying to get her to talk about herself a little.
But basically I just fumbled. For some reason, I found myself trying to build comfort, and not building on the sexual innuendo. I think when I was just chilling and doing my own thing, I had my vibe going and wasn't even thinking about her, but then when she opened me, I let my frame slip and didn't escalate. She started talking about her job and shit, so I felt it slipping through my fingers and then I just started trying too hard. She brushed me off and left the steam room before I could recover, and I knew chasing after her would just make it worse, so I let it go.
It really burns when she lays out the red carpet for you and you just stumble over your own feet. Oh well, live and learn. I just have to focus on keeping my game tight at all times. I have to get that game mindset locked and loaded whenever there is an opportunity so I am always ready to capitalize any time and any place.
ksbms · 2015-07-08 16:01:00 · #2220
(07-08-2015 02:50 PM)EuroSlumming Wrote: Gio I disagree with what you just wrote about your different levels of indirect direct/indirect etc
Direct is when your opener makes it absolutely clear that you're hitting on her, anything else is indirect (although of course there are still levels), and again it doesn't matter what you say after your opener because everything you say can't be about how you want to bang her, so you will say things that you can classify as indirect comments, and if you want to fuck her at some point you will have to get to the point eventually.
If I look at your list where you write direct none of them are about her, you're talking about her pants or her dress so you're beating around the bush, nothing wrong with this but that aint direct.
Gotta disagree with this. Women aren't stupid, know what's going on (unless genuinely retarded) and I couldn't put it any bettter than Chris Rock did:
I'd say that, as an intention, the goal is the same really, only execution different but essentially, that's the same question we ask - do you want some dick?
studmuffin52 · 2015-07-08 18:57:00 · #2221
Accidentally approached two highschool chicks last night on the train. One didn't look like she was in middle school, whilst the other i thought was her younger sister or something.
Glad i approached just for the reference, but knew it wouldn't lead anywhere.
Glad i approached just for the reference, but knew it wouldn't lead anywhere.
robreke · 2015-07-08 21:15:00 · #2222
Approached a gorgeous girl today at whole foods. I saw her walking around and the opportunity didn't present itself. She was 5'7, brunette white girl with shapely athletic legs. Beautiful face and brown skin. She was an 8 to 8.5
She left the store while I was paying for my food. "there she goes from my life" I thought.
There was no place to sit inside, so I went outside to look for a table to eat lunch. I saw her walking back from the parking lot to one of the garbage cans by the door. 'I have to approach now' I thought. Fate is giving me a second chance.
I pretended to walk past the garbage cans. I was holding a full plate of food in one hand and a bottled water in the other. As I walked past her:
me- "excuse me"
Her - "yes, hello" ( friendly response)
me- I noticed this shawl you're wearing. Did you get that around here? ( it was a long sleeve very light weight sweater that went down to her mid legs)
Her...oh it's funny you ask I got it over there recently....blah blah ( told me about it)
I asked her what it was made of and she said she didn't know but held her arm out for me to feel it. I should have sexualized this more but just rubbed her arm and said..."ah nice"
I asked some more questions about it and told her my cousins birthday was coming up and I'm looking for gift ideas. I dropped some bait about how I was in Dallas recently and a lot of women dress like that. She asked me nothing. She said she was taking summer school and it was cold in the rooms so the shawl helped her.
Me: Oh...you're a student at XYZ university ?
Her: well, I'm going to be. (she looked a little shy )
Me> oh, I see you're going into college
Her: Yes ( a recent HS grad) so a "pre freshman"
I asked her about her major ( I know interview questions. My day game is a bit off as it's been a while since I did any day game approaches. That and the fact that she was so beautiful and I had some brain fog from eating such a late lunch....I wasn't my "best self".....so , bottom line, rusty game)
She went on about her major being dermatology. I told her it's good when someone knows that early what their life plans are and we chatted about that a minute.
She was brushing her hair back from her face quite a bit. Making eye contact and smiling mostly. I did get the sense that she was about to walk off once or twice but I kept on with the conversation. I changed the subject from her major here and perhaps shouldn't have.
Me: Yeah, i just work right down the street and come here for lunch a few times a week.
Her: Cool, well the name of that place is ______ to buy that shawl at again.
I took this as a cue she was ready to stop talking.
Me: Sounds good . Thanks.
Her: It was nice talking to you.
we each walked off.
I wasn't aggressive enough. I should just be more openly sexual and flirty in day time approaches. I get the gist she didn't know I was interested in her romantically. I should have gone for the number. At least I approached. There hasn't been many daytime targets around here lately.
She left the store while I was paying for my food. "there she goes from my life" I thought.
There was no place to sit inside, so I went outside to look for a table to eat lunch. I saw her walking back from the parking lot to one of the garbage cans by the door. 'I have to approach now' I thought. Fate is giving me a second chance.
I pretended to walk past the garbage cans. I was holding a full plate of food in one hand and a bottled water in the other. As I walked past her:
me- "excuse me"
Her - "yes, hello" ( friendly response)
me- I noticed this shawl you're wearing. Did you get that around here? ( it was a long sleeve very light weight sweater that went down to her mid legs)
Her...oh it's funny you ask I got it over there recently....blah blah ( told me about it)
I asked her what it was made of and she said she didn't know but held her arm out for me to feel it. I should have sexualized this more but just rubbed her arm and said..."ah nice"
I asked some more questions about it and told her my cousins birthday was coming up and I'm looking for gift ideas. I dropped some bait about how I was in Dallas recently and a lot of women dress like that. She asked me nothing. She said she was taking summer school and it was cold in the rooms so the shawl helped her.
Me: Oh...you're a student at XYZ university ?
Her: well, I'm going to be. (she looked a little shy )
Me> oh, I see you're going into college
Her: Yes ( a recent HS grad) so a "pre freshman"
I asked her about her major ( I know interview questions. My day game is a bit off as it's been a while since I did any day game approaches. That and the fact that she was so beautiful and I had some brain fog from eating such a late lunch....I wasn't my "best self".....so , bottom line, rusty game)
She went on about her major being dermatology. I told her it's good when someone knows that early what their life plans are and we chatted about that a minute.
She was brushing her hair back from her face quite a bit. Making eye contact and smiling mostly. I did get the sense that she was about to walk off once or twice but I kept on with the conversation. I changed the subject from her major here and perhaps shouldn't have.
Me: Yeah, i just work right down the street and come here for lunch a few times a week.
Her: Cool, well the name of that place is ______ to buy that shawl at again.
I took this as a cue she was ready to stop talking.
Me: Sounds good . Thanks.
Her: It was nice talking to you.
we each walked off.
I wasn't aggressive enough. I should just be more openly sexual and flirty in day time approaches. I get the gist she didn't know I was interested in her romantically. I should have gone for the number. At least I approached. There hasn't been many daytime targets around here lately.
studmuffin52 · 2015-07-09 08:55:00 · #2223
@ robreke: I can understand where you are coming from. I get stuck too when I feel she's above my league.
I am toying with the idea of using my business card as a back up when either the situation prevents me, or I struggle to ask for her number. So for instance, in your case, if she was about to run off, you could just pass her your business card.
I know this is a "crutch" and hinders development of game, so I don't intend to use it often, but at least it provides potential for continuity. Thoughts?
I am toying with the idea of using my business card as a back up when either the situation prevents me, or I struggle to ask for her number. So for instance, in your case, if she was about to run off, you could just pass her your business card.
I know this is a "crutch" and hinders development of game, so I don't intend to use it often, but at least it provides potential for continuity. Thoughts?
Mess O. · 2015-07-11 20:55:00 · #2224
“A Prime Venue” 6-9-15
Funny, how the 99 cent store just doesn’t draw the same crowd as, say, Whole Foods or Trader Joe’s. All can be probable venues for making plays, but some have more weight on the scales. Trader Joes’ has been the family’s all-time favorite stop to shop since the beginning of time. But only so recently have I learned to access this further utilization of what the scene there has to offer.
Before I even get to the damn entrance, I spot what turns out to be an Asian heading in ahead of me. I zero in on her and generate a weak chat. Determining that she had no fucks to give regarding my innocent banter, I unwisely break away (sill one of my prime bad habits), additionally reasoning that I could re-engage her through a genuinely coincidental run-in at some other part of the store. This phenomenon happens often, actually, but in this case just what I didn’t have in mind was what went down – she promptly checked the fuck out.
Moving on.
I think it was the 2nd chick I deemed to be desirable there to whom the major play of the day centered on, but it was a bit of time in arising, for initially, as I scoped her out from maybe 10 yds. away, she was chronically affixed to her phone. So, for the time being I cut off my focus and got down on what I was primarily there for, if ya can believe it – to get some fucking food.
I still kept her on the edge of the reticle, but it didn’t seem like she was ever gonna get off the phone, so after a few minutes I did indeed lose track of her. She was very good-looking, wearing a long, floral print dress and button-up sweater dealy. It’s possible that her hair style was juuuust enough to allow my attention to be diverted elsewhere momentarily. It was a bit under shoulder-length, and curled up in the back in an odd manner.
In the resulting interim, I lock onto another Asian, very slim and slight. I strike up a somewhat decent indirect chat, geared on my desire to put together a Waldorf salad from their selection, and the resulting bewilderment on my part in regards to the sprawling array of salad gear evident before us. Her frequent aversion to eye-contact and tendency to turn away form me may very well have had a cultural connotation in this case, but right then and there I interpreted it as shyness, lack of interest, or both. Anyway, after a few minutes she politely excused herself from the exchange, stating how it was nice talking to me, and moved along.
Finishing the actual shopping soon after this point, if I can properly recall, I did catch a quick sight at floral dress chick here and there, but I think she was either still on the phone, or maybe I was still scopin’ out someone else or two. Jesus, maybe my spirits were gettin’ depleted by then, or I thought that she had left. Fuck, one thing for sure, I was always kinda far away when I’d spot her, and so this gal turned out to be just one of those who you need to be up close in order to really take in her beauty.
A blur of a few minutes.
I figured I was done with it for the day. I had all of my gear, so I got in a check-out line – what turned out to be the longest one.
Look who appears through blind chance. She passes right by me.
I say nothing . . . just kidding.
Really, though, I immediately determine it to be rather improbable a prospect to try an’ strike up a light chat, maybe asking where she got whatever-the-fuck item from her cart. I was in a line that’d be moving, and she wasn’t gonna join that big-ass stretch. Just as she breezes past . . .
“Hey, how ya doin’?” I toss out.
“Good. How ‘bout yourself?”
“I’m good.”
She walks on to a distant line.
Let me pasue for a sec. One, seeing her up close, I resoundingly conclude that she’s intensely gorgeous. Two, I found her response to be exceptional. Typically, when I ask an attractive girl how she’s doing, I’ll be ignored. A close 2nd would be a “good”, but that rare event consisting of her reciprocating my greeting equivalently means a quality play is at hand.
Sooo . . . I let her pass all the same, but watch after to see where she’s going. Good thing I was in a long line, so I had a bit of time to think. As she struts on over to another line, I make a quick study of her ass (snort). Her outfit was really quite modest, but I could gather from the movements that the existence of a definitively voluptuous body under all that could be quite likely.
She gets onto a fairly short line. What a HUGE blunder it’d be to jus’ leave it at that. I wrench my cart out of line and head in her direction. I do not go right over to her first. I buzz around a nearby aisle, as if I forgot something. I know, a pretty hollow move, considering my direct opener, but hell, let’s toss a bit of mysticism into the brew.
Following that brief pause, I saunter over to her line.
“Wow. Looks like this line is really moving. Can I join the party?”
She responds to the affirmative, with a dose of enthusiasm, in fact.
“I bet you’re a regular here,” I asked, causing her to turn to face me.
Her large, brown eyes are like saucers. Maybe some kind of Hispanic or Middle-Easterner. Again, I couldn’t quite place what the deal was with the hair. It was ok, but imagine if it were styled differently (ie: long).
“Yeah, but not at this one. I was just passing through on my way to Riverside.”
“That’s quite a ways from here.”
“I’m visiting friends in this region.”
“Cool, cool. Is there a Trader Joe’s in Riverside?”
“Well, of course. They’re all over,” she retorted.
“Oh, sure, but ya know how it is. The place you’re goin’ to tends to be where one ain’t.”
I continue, “This is my favorite store. I kind of have a usual roster of stuff that I get, deviating only when I feel particularly adventurous.”
She replied, “Oh yeah? Let’s see what we got here . . .”
Hell, at this point, she actually starts to kinda poke around in my cart, gently teasing me regarding a couple of the snack items I had in there.
“Cookies? Pop-tarts,” she joked, “and what are these bad boys?” indicating the veggie chips.
“Sure. Check it out. All great items. Representative of a proper diet,” I proclaimed.
I went into a quick spin about how this or that item I had in there is good, and how she should try it. It should’ve been clear to me then that a counter-tease about the crud she had in her cart would be in order – some meats and wine or some shit. Damn. Maybe, instead of thinking to snap that up, I was scoping glimpses down her blouse. Although partially obscured by her buttoned sweater thingy, one could see that she had large, full breasts.
Her few items wouldn’t take long to ring up.
I kept the chat themed in the “yeah, this is my shit, and I got it cuz it’s good” territory, but soon she latches onto her own stuff, remarking of something to the effect of how even though her company provides for lunch, she’s kinda bendin’ the rules, with the wine and all.
Right about now, her shit’s gettin’ rung up, and so both I and the young guy runnin’ the register respond to that with a chuckle. I add how “ya gotta take advantage of that”. Goddamn, if only she’d have joined in behind me on that long line. Time was almost out.
As she gets her receipt and turns to leave, as my stuff is being processed, “So am I gonna see ya again . . . or, is this it?”
“Oh, well, actually, I’m visiting from Oregon. I just moved there.”
She told me the name of some town, and I ask if it’s near one or two there that I know of. Whatever I can do to keep her the fuck from leaving. All the while the cashier is silently ringin’ the business.
“How long you gonna be out here for?”
“A week.”
“Let’s get together.”
“Oh, I can’t. I’m going to be working, and I’m seeing someone—“
“What kind of work you into?” I cut in, crisply ignoring all that horsemess.
As she pushes her cart down the way, “Thermal imaging.”
The window having effectively closed, I toss on a lame finishing line of, “I’ll have to look that up an’ see what it’s about” as she breezed on out the door.
The ways were parted sporting mutual smiles, but I couldn’t help but look introspectively as to just how I must’ve fallen short.
“Almost had that shit,” I remarked to the clerk, as he registered the last of my items.
With perhaps a touch of dazzlement, “Phew, yeah. Maybe she felt she was kinda cornered there.”
“Naw,” I lamented, “she had a viable escape route.”
“You’re right. Good try, though,” he replied.
“This is a prime venue. That was my 3rd approach in here just now. Yeeaah, I’m a daygamer.”
“Whoa, I’ll have to take notes from you.”
“Eh, I’m just startin’ out. We’ll exchange notes,” I finalized.
As I went off for the door, I exuberantly shook hands and exchanged pleasantries with another clerk I knew, fresh off of the charge from seeing the play through, despite its ultimate rejection.
In contrast to our standard indirect play, where one is afforded a berth of time for which to cozily build rapport, here was the distinct flavor of direct, with me jumping at her in fairly short order, leaving her devoid of any doubt as to my motive.
This was a solid play. Psh, well, at least from the standpoint of how good a rejection could feasibly look. This woman was interested. However, clearly, any of a wealth of factors proved to negate a successful close. The rawest deal would’ve been my inadvertently projecting an attribute that she found to be unattractive. Or, perhaps, her heaving breasts really were slated for another pair of hands, and she wasn’t up to deviating. Pick a fuckin’ reason. What . . . ever. At the worst, I gained experience.
A mild bonus was the clerk’s role in the deal, or should I say absence of such, for in the midst of the action he made no attempt toward cutting into the deal, except to offer praise after the fact. Heh, imagine if he’d have offered her testament as to my excellence, what a pristine selflessness such would prove to be.
Anyway, he thought what I had pulled was awesome, and I loved that. In the grand picture, I persist amongst the shadow of behemoth odds, in a venture that, apparently, most guys have not the cluster to muster.
Funny, how the 99 cent store just doesn’t draw the same crowd as, say, Whole Foods or Trader Joe’s. All can be probable venues for making plays, but some have more weight on the scales. Trader Joes’ has been the family’s all-time favorite stop to shop since the beginning of time. But only so recently have I learned to access this further utilization of what the scene there has to offer.
Before I even get to the damn entrance, I spot what turns out to be an Asian heading in ahead of me. I zero in on her and generate a weak chat. Determining that she had no fucks to give regarding my innocent banter, I unwisely break away (sill one of my prime bad habits), additionally reasoning that I could re-engage her through a genuinely coincidental run-in at some other part of the store. This phenomenon happens often, actually, but in this case just what I didn’t have in mind was what went down – she promptly checked the fuck out.
Moving on.
I think it was the 2nd chick I deemed to be desirable there to whom the major play of the day centered on, but it was a bit of time in arising, for initially, as I scoped her out from maybe 10 yds. away, she was chronically affixed to her phone. So, for the time being I cut off my focus and got down on what I was primarily there for, if ya can believe it – to get some fucking food.
I still kept her on the edge of the reticle, but it didn’t seem like she was ever gonna get off the phone, so after a few minutes I did indeed lose track of her. She was very good-looking, wearing a long, floral print dress and button-up sweater dealy. It’s possible that her hair style was juuuust enough to allow my attention to be diverted elsewhere momentarily. It was a bit under shoulder-length, and curled up in the back in an odd manner.
In the resulting interim, I lock onto another Asian, very slim and slight. I strike up a somewhat decent indirect chat, geared on my desire to put together a Waldorf salad from their selection, and the resulting bewilderment on my part in regards to the sprawling array of salad gear evident before us. Her frequent aversion to eye-contact and tendency to turn away form me may very well have had a cultural connotation in this case, but right then and there I interpreted it as shyness, lack of interest, or both. Anyway, after a few minutes she politely excused herself from the exchange, stating how it was nice talking to me, and moved along.
Finishing the actual shopping soon after this point, if I can properly recall, I did catch a quick sight at floral dress chick here and there, but I think she was either still on the phone, or maybe I was still scopin’ out someone else or two. Jesus, maybe my spirits were gettin’ depleted by then, or I thought that she had left. Fuck, one thing for sure, I was always kinda far away when I’d spot her, and so this gal turned out to be just one of those who you need to be up close in order to really take in her beauty.
A blur of a few minutes.
I figured I was done with it for the day. I had all of my gear, so I got in a check-out line – what turned out to be the longest one.
Look who appears through blind chance. She passes right by me.
I say nothing . . . just kidding.
Really, though, I immediately determine it to be rather improbable a prospect to try an’ strike up a light chat, maybe asking where she got whatever-the-fuck item from her cart. I was in a line that’d be moving, and she wasn’t gonna join that big-ass stretch. Just as she breezes past . . .
“Hey, how ya doin’?” I toss out.
“Good. How ‘bout yourself?”
“I’m good.”
She walks on to a distant line.
Let me pasue for a sec. One, seeing her up close, I resoundingly conclude that she’s intensely gorgeous. Two, I found her response to be exceptional. Typically, when I ask an attractive girl how she’s doing, I’ll be ignored. A close 2nd would be a “good”, but that rare event consisting of her reciprocating my greeting equivalently means a quality play is at hand.
Sooo . . . I let her pass all the same, but watch after to see where she’s going. Good thing I was in a long line, so I had a bit of time to think. As she struts on over to another line, I make a quick study of her ass (snort). Her outfit was really quite modest, but I could gather from the movements that the existence of a definitively voluptuous body under all that could be quite likely.
She gets onto a fairly short line. What a HUGE blunder it’d be to jus’ leave it at that. I wrench my cart out of line and head in her direction. I do not go right over to her first. I buzz around a nearby aisle, as if I forgot something. I know, a pretty hollow move, considering my direct opener, but hell, let’s toss a bit of mysticism into the brew.
Following that brief pause, I saunter over to her line.
“Wow. Looks like this line is really moving. Can I join the party?”
She responds to the affirmative, with a dose of enthusiasm, in fact.
“I bet you’re a regular here,” I asked, causing her to turn to face me.
Her large, brown eyes are like saucers. Maybe some kind of Hispanic or Middle-Easterner. Again, I couldn’t quite place what the deal was with the hair. It was ok, but imagine if it were styled differently (ie: long).
“Yeah, but not at this one. I was just passing through on my way to Riverside.”
“That’s quite a ways from here.”
“I’m visiting friends in this region.”
“Cool, cool. Is there a Trader Joe’s in Riverside?”
“Well, of course. They’re all over,” she retorted.
“Oh, sure, but ya know how it is. The place you’re goin’ to tends to be where one ain’t.”
I continue, “This is my favorite store. I kind of have a usual roster of stuff that I get, deviating only when I feel particularly adventurous.”
She replied, “Oh yeah? Let’s see what we got here . . .”
Hell, at this point, she actually starts to kinda poke around in my cart, gently teasing me regarding a couple of the snack items I had in there.
“Cookies? Pop-tarts,” she joked, “and what are these bad boys?” indicating the veggie chips.
“Sure. Check it out. All great items. Representative of a proper diet,” I proclaimed.
I went into a quick spin about how this or that item I had in there is good, and how she should try it. It should’ve been clear to me then that a counter-tease about the crud she had in her cart would be in order – some meats and wine or some shit. Damn. Maybe, instead of thinking to snap that up, I was scoping glimpses down her blouse. Although partially obscured by her buttoned sweater thingy, one could see that she had large, full breasts.
Her few items wouldn’t take long to ring up.
I kept the chat themed in the “yeah, this is my shit, and I got it cuz it’s good” territory, but soon she latches onto her own stuff, remarking of something to the effect of how even though her company provides for lunch, she’s kinda bendin’ the rules, with the wine and all.
Right about now, her shit’s gettin’ rung up, and so both I and the young guy runnin’ the register respond to that with a chuckle. I add how “ya gotta take advantage of that”. Goddamn, if only she’d have joined in behind me on that long line. Time was almost out.
As she gets her receipt and turns to leave, as my stuff is being processed, “So am I gonna see ya again . . . or, is this it?”
“Oh, well, actually, I’m visiting from Oregon. I just moved there.”
She told me the name of some town, and I ask if it’s near one or two there that I know of. Whatever I can do to keep her the fuck from leaving. All the while the cashier is silently ringin’ the business.
“How long you gonna be out here for?”
“A week.”
“Let’s get together.”
“Oh, I can’t. I’m going to be working, and I’m seeing someone—“
“What kind of work you into?” I cut in, crisply ignoring all that horsemess.
As she pushes her cart down the way, “Thermal imaging.”
The window having effectively closed, I toss on a lame finishing line of, “I’ll have to look that up an’ see what it’s about” as she breezed on out the door.
The ways were parted sporting mutual smiles, but I couldn’t help but look introspectively as to just how I must’ve fallen short.
“Almost had that shit,” I remarked to the clerk, as he registered the last of my items.
With perhaps a touch of dazzlement, “Phew, yeah. Maybe she felt she was kinda cornered there.”
“Naw,” I lamented, “she had a viable escape route.”
“You’re right. Good try, though,” he replied.
“This is a prime venue. That was my 3rd approach in here just now. Yeeaah, I’m a daygamer.”
“Whoa, I’ll have to take notes from you.”
“Eh, I’m just startin’ out. We’ll exchange notes,” I finalized.
As I went off for the door, I exuberantly shook hands and exchanged pleasantries with another clerk I knew, fresh off of the charge from seeing the play through, despite its ultimate rejection.
In contrast to our standard indirect play, where one is afforded a berth of time for which to cozily build rapport, here was the distinct flavor of direct, with me jumping at her in fairly short order, leaving her devoid of any doubt as to my motive.
This was a solid play. Psh, well, at least from the standpoint of how good a rejection could feasibly look. This woman was interested. However, clearly, any of a wealth of factors proved to negate a successful close. The rawest deal would’ve been my inadvertently projecting an attribute that she found to be unattractive. Or, perhaps, her heaving breasts really were slated for another pair of hands, and she wasn’t up to deviating. Pick a fuckin’ reason. What . . . ever. At the worst, I gained experience.
A mild bonus was the clerk’s role in the deal, or should I say absence of such, for in the midst of the action he made no attempt toward cutting into the deal, except to offer praise after the fact. Heh, imagine if he’d have offered her testament as to my excellence, what a pristine selflessness such would prove to be.
Anyway, he thought what I had pulled was awesome, and I loved that. In the grand picture, I persist amongst the shadow of behemoth odds, in a venture that, apparently, most guys have not the cluster to muster.
Mess O. · 2015-07-11 20:56:00 · #2225
(07-08-2015 03:57 PM)Aenigmarius Wrote: I blew a golden opportunity last night. I was at the gym, in the steam room after my workout. Girl comes in wearing a one-piece, kind of a butterface but she was a swimmer and her body was pretty tight. I usually avoid hitting on girls at the gym, just because I want that gym time to be focused on me, lifting and getting stronger.
But as I go to wet my face in the cold water hose, she says, "Hey, can you squirt me?"
Can't pass up an invitation like that. I lower the hose to my waist level and spray her with it, making sure to get her face and hair. We both laugh and smile.
I say, "Now that I've squirted all over you, can I at least know your name?" Introductions, start talking to her, trying to get her to talk about herself a little.
But basically I just fumbled. For some reason, I found myself trying to build comfort, and not building on the sexual innuendo. I think when I was just chilling and doing my own thing, I had my vibe going and wasn't even thinking about her, but then when she opened me, I let my frame slip and didn't escalate. She started talking about her job and shit, so I felt it slipping through my fingers and then I just started trying too hard. She brushed me off and left the steam room before I could recover, and I knew chasing after her would just make it worse, so I let it go.
It really burns when she lays out the red carpet for you and you just stumble over your own feet. Oh well, live and learn. I just have to focus on keeping my game tight at all times. I have to get that game mindset locked and loaded whenever there is an opportunity so I am always ready to capitalize any time and any place.
Oh yeah, I hear ya. Bet you hope it never happens again.