the beginning of my journey
02-12-2014, 07:00 AM
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Day 4...
Today on the subway I see this beautiful woman, who must have been about 30 years old. We stand next to each other on the platform, and we exchange glances. She smiles at me, and I return the smile. We board the subway, and then throughout the ride, we exchange glances with each other and I freeze up. I don't know what to say. I pussied out again.
I decide to go out and try my luck at night game, and I head down to midtown Manhattan, where I head down to the bar at the Standard in the Meatpacking district. The place is pretty dead. I see an average looking blonde girl next to the bar, who is texting and reading a magazine by herself, and I ask her if the seat is free. She says it is, and I take it. I try to open by asking if the beer she is drinking is any good. She says it is, and from her body language I can feel she's not very interested. I finish up my beer and bail to the next venue.
On the way to the next place, I'm crossing the street when I notice this cute brown-haired girl standing on the intersection. She glances at me, then looks away, and then does a double take glance. I figure, OK, mad IOI, time to open. I cross with her at the intersection, and as I am about to ask her about some location, she actually opens me first and asks me where the nearest A train is. I start talking to her, while pulling up the subway map on my phone. I realize its only a block away, and in the same direction I'm heading. While we walked together, we started talking and she asked me where I was from. I told her I was from California, and found out she was from South Africa. We talk a little bit about how nobody in New York is actually a native, and we reach the subway station. Before she gets on, I say "Hey, this is kind of direct, but I think you're cute. Can I get your number, maybe we can hang out sometime." She says yes and I hand her my phone and she inputs her number. First direct game number close!!!!!!!!!!!!! YESSSS!!!!!!!!
After this, I hit up the PHD bar (much props to the member on the forum who recommended this place on a Tuesday night). I walk in this place is bumping! Models everywhere! I befriend this group of guys at a table, and then they hook me up with drinks. Had I gone to the bar for the same amount of alcohol, that would have set me back about 50 bucks. I walk around the venue, looking for prospects. Basically, my strategy is to try to make eye contact with every girl who passes by. If a girl makes eye contact with me, then I will go in on it. As I walk by a table, I notice a dark-haired girl looking at me. I look back at her, and she holds eye-contact. I smile and say "Hey, how are you?" We begin talking, and she touches her hand to my arm while we make small talk. I put my hand on her hip, and she doesn't mind. We continue talking, and she says that she doesn't want to ignore her friends all night. She says that I should take her number and give her a call tomorrow. I get her number, and she gives me a hug, and I continue on for more prospects.
As I'm standing next to the bar, I catch the eye of a tall blonde girl. I smile at her, and she smiles back. I walk over and introduce myself, and ask how she is. She says that she is looking out for a friend, who has dissapeared. I say, "No problem, we can be friends", while I touch her arm. She asks me if I'm Chinese, and I say that I'm American, but I can speak Chinese. She starts busting out phrases in Mandarin, and it impresses me. She tells me she has a thing for Asian guys. Damn, this is on! I thought. I ask her for a kiss on the cheek, and she asks if I want to buy her a drink first. Yes, I know! Alpha-mentality, do not fall for it! But in this case, I have my buddies at the table with bottle service covering drinks for me, so I figure, what the hell, doesn't cost me anything, and it will probably boost my social value if she knows I have a table. I put my arm around her waist and guide her to the table, no resistance. I introduce her to the dudes at the table, with my arm still around her waist, and I ask her "what's her poison". She says vodka with any juice, and I invite her to mix a drink. She says that all the cups on the table are dirty, and she will go to the bar to get a clean one. I watch her out of the corner of my eye, she goes to the bar, walks past it, and dissapears out the exit. What the fuck? Nevermind, I move on.
I walk around the venue again, and then I meld into the table of a group of black girls. After a few minutes, one of them starts to talk to me. Damn she's cute, I thought. I learn that she's a student, and part time model, and we start talking about African American issues, interlaced with jokes and flirting and touching. She introduces me to her friends, whom I hit it off with. I start talking to her again, and I make her laugh like crazy, while keeping up the kino. Suddenly, her other friend says they have to leave. She looked reluctant, and she said for me to get her number and send her a text, so we can stay in touch. I get her number.
I walk back at my table, and a duo of blonde girls is sitting there. I say hi to them, and realize they're from Norway.We make small talk, one of the girls leaves, and I start dancing with the other girl. The girl brings up that she's part of a whole group of Norwegians, and she points to their table. After a few minutes of dancing, She points to me and the points to her table. Another guy at that table says "HEY! My friend here is interested in you!" He points to this blonde girl next to him. I dash over there, and because I'm buzzed as hell, I lose my coordination and cant remember which one is her. Fuck, I lost her. Nevermind, I go back and dance with the other girl.
One of the dudes I met who had bottle service asked me if I wanted to bounce to another venue. He said it was the best place after 3am, and that everyone was heading there. Turned out to be super lame, and I got solicited by a prostitute/escort there. We go out for pizza, another mistake.
Lessons learned:
Basically all the approaches tonight were in some way initiated by the girl. Although they were cute, I was not the one to initiate, therefore they could not be considered as me closing them. Rather, it was the girl closing me.
Never bounce from a venue if everything is going your way.
*Misc lesson: Fell asleep on the subway and ended up in the Bronx in the middle of the night. Don't do this!!
More to come about the number closes, and where it goes from here.
Thanks for reading guys, and thanks for the love.
