Yesterday I was on my way to the gym and was running low on time.
Approach A1:
As I walked along several blocks straight I spotted a chick whose shape piqued my interest.
“Hey are you French?”
“Yes I speak a little”
Just one of my usual lame nationality openers.
I went on about how I spent too little time in Belgium and got her to tell me more about Belgium.
Then to what she is doing here in Australia.
“I work two jobs”
Serious? She just finished one job and is on her to way another.
Seems more and more foreign chicks are coming here to actually work more than have a holiday.
Then I went and pushed a little for a number. She hesistated and didn’t want to.
An incoming phone call cost me a potentially great approach. Bloody hell.
Approach A2:
I saw a girl near a tram station. She did not look like a local, Western European or Scandinavian.
She was in a hurry with an accomplice but I chatted her up anyway.
She looked like one of those women who worked as nurses or factory workers supporting the war effort of her country if she was in World War 2.
“Hey.”
Just one of my usual lame nationality openers.
“German?”
“No”
“Russian” she said.
“St Petersburg? Moscow?”
“Moscow”
Before I had a chance to talk in what an Estonian once described as broken Russian, she said “I am in a hurry”
“Ok”
Then off to the gym I went.
Well based on girls I met who are from Moscow the quality is nothing to brag about.
Today I was late because a colleague thought it was great to talk about what I thought was rather trivial which just cost me time and it was getting dark.
Approach B1:
I saw a girl sitting at a bench.
She had a similar vibe, style and appearance as Lady Gaga at her prime in 2009 when she released her album The Fame. Definitely piqued my interest.
“Hey are you Eastern European?”
“Noooo I live here”, definitely a local.
It broke my theory Aussie girls do not sit on park benches by themselves near dark or during the dark. More on that latter.
More funny giggles.
I was going to play the guessing game of where she works at.
Not retail but local council within 3 months of her 12 month internship. Went straight to the workforce after high school.
“You’ve passed probation you’ve been well behaved.”
We compared nightlife options in our city and other Australian cities.
Very pleasant interactions and more of those funny little giggles.
To scope out for any potential insta-date, “Ah so what are you up to later?”
“Going on a date with my girlfriend”
It’s not the dating a woman part that fucks with my mind but a woman referring to another woman as a girlfriend always fucks with my mind at first and I have to determine if it’s just that ‘best friends 4 life’ kind of way or actual queer/bi/whatever.
Here we go, “You don’t happen to swing both ways would you?”
With a low volume she slowly said “Nooo”.
We went on to talk about other random things rather than break off the interaction abruptly because she was very nice but then I let her off to wait for her girlfriend that she spoke of.
Approach B2:
I saw a girl in a nice black dress showing her slender figure with some curves. Reminds me a little of the Polish girl I banged back in Poland.
Eventually I went for the approach.
“Hey are you half-Chinese?”
“You’re the second person ever to say that?”, in an Aussie accent.
She said she was Greek.
“Oh I went to Corfu it has nice Venetian architecture”
She actually went to Greece 5 times and to Santorini and Mykonos in particular.
She then said she went there on a honeymoon.
She wasn’t single. If I wasn’t after potential demographics of chicks to bang on the Greek Islands I would break the interaction there and then shortly after. But it was my chance to find out about the demographics of the Greek Islands for potential future bang trips, but from her perspective though.
“Who do you reckon are the worst tourists?”
“Definitely the Americans” she said, “They are really loud”.
I was narrowly close to bursting out laughing.
I told her I thought the British were pretty rowdy with the stag parties which I have experienced for myself and Aussies do pretty stupid shit too.
Then, “Are there Scandinavians on the Greek Islands too? You know, Norway, Sweden…”
“Yeah they’re everywhere and they tend to be quiet and stick to themselves”
Talked about our tours we took and compared experiences.
She insisted on continuing the interaction and so I did and it was about her boring weekend life at home and Netflix.
A little longer and I made the excuse to go get dinner then we pleasantly parted ways.
I was getting quite tired.
Approach B3:
I went to a fast food outlet not to eat there but saw a thick chick. She was waiting for her food. I’m betting it won’t go far.
I chatted her up asking if she actually does yoga as I saw something about yoga on her bag to get her to turn around and talk as she looked nice from behind.
“Yes.” In a frustrated way.
“Ok.”
I immediately saw she had crows feet which has been my indicator of significant aging. Her tone was not pleasant at all so it wasn’t worth continue chatting her up and I left right away.
Quote: (05-08-2018 02:52 PM)Mikestar Wrote:
Did 1 approach today and used my balls finally. Was eating a dinner for my birthday and my friend points out a girl walking on the other side of the street, slim asian in yoga pants. He says that's the girl you met in the club the other day.
So i put down my lamb chop and run out the restaurant and across the street through traffic like im fking Tom Cruise, get in front of her and open, she was shocked and recognised me. I was nervous and a bit rusty and told her I was at the restaurant and I saw her and had to say hello. Asked where she was going, she said to the gym. I asked her to have a drink with me soon she said maybe, said goodbye.
Need to start approaching more, it makes me feel good after.
Always a thrill to just run after a chick and chat her up even though it fails most of the time.
I watch this now and then for a laugh at the vocalised aggression.
I like this dude's artificially induced confidence but I'd rather channel that energy to pursuing chicks rather than vandalising property while shirtless.
Quote: (11-15-2016 12:09 PM)Dream Medicine Wrote:
4. Men must suffer from one of two risks in the game: the risk of rejection (a girl declines your advances - e.g., you ask for her number and she says 'no') or the risk of regret (an opportunity missed due to a lack of action - e.g., you don't ask for her number). The difference is rejection weighs ounces while regret weighs tons.