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Went on an hour-long artist walk yesterday (Thursday 3pm or so) with my sketchbook. Passed up on 2 girls early, then told myself I wouldn’t pass up the next one.
Then I saw a girl with a nice ass pick up something from the bakery, then, sitting on a bench, so I diverted and opened.
Dialogue (approx.):
Me: “Hey, could I make a painting of you?”
Her: “Ok yeah, right now?”
Me: “Yeah, I could right now.”
Her: “I’m waiting for my Uber.”
Me: “Oh, how long?”
Her: “5 min.”
Me: “Ok, I can do a sketch in 5 min.” I sat down, a bit far, on the other side of the arm rest, so I could get a better look.
She was pointing her camera up
Me: “Oh, are you taking a picture of me?”
Her: “No, I’m just checking if I’m good to be painted right now.”
Me: “Oh, I’m just doing a sketch, it won’t be that much detail.”
Her: “Ok, so do I have to sit still, or…?”
Me: “No, it’s fine.”
Awkward silence
Me: “What’s your name?”
Her: “[Name]. What’s yours?”
Me: “PP.”
Her: “So are you from [city]?”
Me: “Yeah. What about you?”
Her: “I go to [local college].”
Me: “Oh nice, what year are you?”
Her: “I’m a freshman.”
Me: “Nice, nice… so are you from here or did you move from somewhere else?”
Her: “I’m from France. Well, I’m American but I’ve lived in France for a while.”
Me: “Oh, so your family moved there or something?”
Her: “Yeah. I’m in nursing school so the school here is really good so I came here.”
Me: “Ok, nice.”
Me: “I was just buying my roommate a cake for her birthday party, well two cakes.”
Me: “Well they must be tiny cakes.” [the box was tiny]
Her: slight laugh “Yeah haha.”
Me: “So where are you headed?”
Her: “I’m going to get some bagels.”
Me: “Oh nice, I love bagels. Where from?”
Her: “This place called New York Bagels, it’s really good. That was the first thing I did with my parents when we came here.”
Me: “Oh, I’ve not been there. Where is it?”
Her: a bit hesitant “It’s in [area].”
Me: “Cool, I love bagels. I like to have bagels like once a week.”
Remembered this later
Her: “Yeah, sure.”
Me: “What’s your… lemme get your number.”
Her: “Ok”
I kept sketching
Her: “do you have Instagram?”
Me: “Yeah.”
Her: “Lemme take a picture of the sketch… thanks so much!” [getting up to get in the Uber]
Me: “Ok, my Instagram is spelled [handle].”
Her: “Ok, see ya.”
Me: “Nice to meet you.”
Reflections:
She seemed interested and relatively eager to keep the convo going. My conversation was weak, but she volunteered the detail about the cakes in that slightly overeager way. Later I thought maybe that was an invitation to get a little sexual (“haha you’re caked up”)
The big sticking point: I could’ve gotten her number if I hadn’t been trying to sketch at the same time. Her asking for Instagram threw me off, and I let the frame shift.
I also regret not checking out her ass as she walked away — instead I turned too quickly and walked off, which killed any lingering sexual tension. Still, I got a solid rep in, and it felt smooth overall.
She didn’t follow me on IG. Either she misheard the handle, didn’t want to follow a private account, or wasn’t actually that interested.
I still plan on switching up my game to follow the forum advice, but this has become my go-to. I don't like the sketching on a bench routine but at least it forces me to be talking to women for 2 minutes or more which Chase told me to do.
I really lost a ton of momentum... LIke i said, a few weeks ago i was forcing myself to text a bunch of old leads/exes and to my pleasant surprise, got some responses, but just didn't bother to text them back, because I didn't have the energy to continue the conversation. I've been trying to get into a habit of texting girls for 1/2 hr a day, but once the half hour is up, forget about it, I really hate texting. Then I had an approach that went badly so i decided to lay low for a while, got back into smoking weed, then got covid, then smoked more weed, then had to focus on a big job interview, and now I'm missing my ex unexpectedly and feeling a bit depressed, i really should've pushed harder when things were going well. On the plus side, my libido is doing better now and I'm back to a decent Body Fat % (19%). I see the tourney is back on this month and will be participating.
Had an excuse to not go out bc of covid, but now it's Friday and I'm just not feeling it. I really have to push myself. Maybe I could go check out the pub down the street. Not that there's a bunch of hot girls there, but to get back into night game, and my parents might not even notice. Also the art business coach said to try selling paintings in bars like I did a couple times in the past. I'm basically into the idea of staying and caring for my grandfather for a while, there's really no substitute for me being here all the time, so I have to get used to going out while living with my parents. It'll be good for me, as I never went through that phase of independence while a teenager.
Then I saw a girl with a nice ass pick up something from the bakery, then, sitting on a bench, so I diverted and opened.
Dialogue (approx.):
Me: “Hey, could I make a painting of you?”
Her: “Ok yeah, right now?”
Me: “Yeah, I could right now.”
Her: “I’m waiting for my Uber.”
Me: “Oh, how long?”
Her: “5 min.”
Me: “Ok, I can do a sketch in 5 min.” I sat down, a bit far, on the other side of the arm rest, so I could get a better look.
She was pointing her camera up
Me: “Oh, are you taking a picture of me?”
Her: “No, I’m just checking if I’m good to be painted right now.”
Me: “Oh, I’m just doing a sketch, it won’t be that much detail.”
Her: “Ok, so do I have to sit still, or…?”
Me: “No, it’s fine.”
Awkward silence
Me: “What’s your name?”
Her: “[Name]. What’s yours?”
Me: “PP.”
Her: “So are you from [city]?”
Me: “Yeah. What about you?”
Her: “I go to [local college].”
Me: “Oh nice, what year are you?”
Her: “I’m a freshman.”
Me: “Nice, nice… so are you from here or did you move from somewhere else?”
Her: “I’m from France. Well, I’m American but I’ve lived in France for a while.”
Me: “Oh, so your family moved there or something?”
Her: “Yeah. I’m in nursing school so the school here is really good so I came here.”
Me: “Ok, nice.”
Me: “I was just buying my roommate a cake for her birthday party, well two cakes.”
Me: “Well they must be tiny cakes.” [the box was tiny]
Her: slight laugh “Yeah haha.”
Me: “So where are you headed?”
Her: “I’m going to get some bagels.”
Me: “Oh nice, I love bagels. Where from?”
Her: “This place called New York Bagels, it’s really good. That was the first thing I did with my parents when we came here.”
Me: “Oh, I’ve not been there. Where is it?”
Her: a bit hesitant “It’s in [area].”
Me: “Cool, I love bagels. I like to have bagels like once a week.”
Remembered this later
- Me: “Have you ever been painted before?”
- Her: “No… maybe a caricature.”
- Me: “Oh, I thought maybe in France it’s more common. I’ve never been, but I’ve been to Spain…”
- Her: nice
- Me: yeah I went to Barcelona
- Her: oh I went to M- [I didn’t hear it and my geography is that of a stereotypical ignorant American]
Her: “Yeah, sure.”
Me: “What’s your… lemme get your number.”
Her: “Ok”
I kept sketching
Her: “do you have Instagram?”
Me: “Yeah.”
Her: “Lemme take a picture of the sketch… thanks so much!” [getting up to get in the Uber]
Me: “Ok, my Instagram is spelled [handle].”
Her: “Ok, see ya.”
Me: “Nice to meet you.”
Reflections:
She seemed interested and relatively eager to keep the convo going. My conversation was weak, but she volunteered the detail about the cakes in that slightly overeager way. Later I thought maybe that was an invitation to get a little sexual (“haha you’re caked up”)
The big sticking point: I could’ve gotten her number if I hadn’t been trying to sketch at the same time. Her asking for Instagram threw me off, and I let the frame shift.
I also regret not checking out her ass as she walked away — instead I turned too quickly and walked off, which killed any lingering sexual tension. Still, I got a solid rep in, and it felt smooth overall.
She didn’t follow me on IG. Either she misheard the handle, didn’t want to follow a private account, or wasn’t actually that interested.
I still plan on switching up my game to follow the forum advice, but this has become my go-to. I don't like the sketching on a bench routine but at least it forces me to be talking to women for 2 minutes or more which Chase told me to do.
I really lost a ton of momentum... LIke i said, a few weeks ago i was forcing myself to text a bunch of old leads/exes and to my pleasant surprise, got some responses, but just didn't bother to text them back, because I didn't have the energy to continue the conversation. I've been trying to get into a habit of texting girls for 1/2 hr a day, but once the half hour is up, forget about it, I really hate texting. Then I had an approach that went badly so i decided to lay low for a while, got back into smoking weed, then got covid, then smoked more weed, then had to focus on a big job interview, and now I'm missing my ex unexpectedly and feeling a bit depressed, i really should've pushed harder when things were going well. On the plus side, my libido is doing better now and I'm back to a decent Body Fat % (19%). I see the tourney is back on this month and will be participating.
Had an excuse to not go out bc of covid, but now it's Friday and I'm just not feeling it. I really have to push myself. Maybe I could go check out the pub down the street. Not that there's a bunch of hot girls there, but to get back into night game, and my parents might not even notice. Also the art business coach said to try selling paintings in bars like I did a couple times in the past. I'm basically into the idea of staying and caring for my grandfather for a while, there's really no substitute for me being here all the time, so I have to get used to going out while living with my parents. It'll be good for me, as I never went through that phase of independence while a teenager.
