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Hey gents,
I had probably done 4 cold approaches in the city already - first one had blown me off, second was better but still rocky, but by the time I'd gotten to the fourth, I was feeling more confident and social. As I'm walking through an underground tunnel, I spot a blonde girl rocking a choker. Takes me a second to approach, but I finally do, and once I stop her I'm glad I did. While going direct, her face is a mix between shock and lighting up. Those are my favorite reactions.
Turns out she's going to beauty school, bottle blonde, and she's currently a receptionist for this dog-keeping facility since apparently they're a past-time obsession of hers. Honestly, I don't really remember a whole of a lot else of the initial interaction.
As I'm grabbing her number, I ask her what her name is again, she says Sarah. I ask how she spells it, and she goes "With an 'H', like how normal Sarah's have their name". Thought that was kind of cute, so I texted her:
Saturday rocks up and I'm getting stoned with my friends in the morning. I end up sending this:
I walk to [local attraction] and see her staring at her phone. She's dressed chic: a black and white jacket, cardigan, and a black skirt. When she looked at me and stood up, I immediately felt hesitant and nervous - she looked like a couple of the girls I went out with before and reminisce on as being "really beautiful girls that I'm still really mad at myself for hesitating on the pull". "How's the week been for ya?", I ask. I quickly remind myself that there's no such thing as "hot" or "beautiful", and relegate her back to "cute". My nerves settle a bit.
As we're walking to the Vineyard, we discuss our weekends and how she's on break and whatnot. She said her car had been towed yesterday and she had to pay $400 to get it returned, but that she handled it calmly and rationally. People sometimes just say things, but that impressed me a bit. I told her we'd sue the towing company and make millions so we can just go traveling instead and not worry about parking, which got a nice little vibe going.
She asked what we were doing today, and I said we'll check out a few bars here, and she replied that I can lead the way and we can pretty much do whatever. I'm having an internal debate in my head about immediately pulling her back to my place. Looking back, in this particular case, this seemed more like a "I'm going with the flow, long as it feels right" sort of thing, which isn't really an escalation window.
We get inside the Vineyard, and I see Laura from my last LR in there. Apparently she actually works at the same bar I take all my dates to, go figure! But she's a really good sport about the whole thing. Sarah and I walk to the counter to order our drinks.
"I'm going to grab something to drink, do you want anything?" Sarah asks me.
"Hey, I'll be really honest with you," I reply. "I have literally this $5 note to my name, so I might just grab a tea."
"You sure you don't want something to drink?" she says.
Without thinking I say, "yeah, I'm good." Then my logic kicks in and yells at me for not accepting a value offering from her. "Actually, a wine sounds perfect. Thanks, chica." while touching her on the small of her back. Subtle rewarding.
We grab our wine, and look outside for some seats but there are none, so we take a seat in this little artsy spot in the back. There's an L-shaped couch we sit down on. She takes the spot on the couch without a backrest, and I take the one with it, which ends up playing out pretty well later.
The first thing that pops up in our conversation is my age. I of course ask her to guess because she's 25, and I'm 20, so odds are that she's going to guess my age is a little higher than it really is. She guesses 22, and I tell her eventually I'm 23.
"You still have a lot of growing up to do!" she says.
"Oh yeah?", I question back, "what's retirement supposed to feel like?"
I deep dive her, and maybe 15 minutes into the conversation, she leans on her side with her feet up on the couch and I put my arm somewhat around her. I could feel the sexual tension rising.
"So do you live around here, or with friends?", she asks.
"Yeah...I've got a couple friends I live with from America," I say skirting around the subject that I live with my parents, "But I'm lucky enough to have my own room"
She replies back with something I don't remember, but isn't anything important.
"Well, it looks like we've run out of wine anyway. But I've got free drinks at my place." I say. (silly me here, the pull is quite a clumsy one. Don't leave awkward social pressure on her to lead at the end...just get up and start going)
"Nah, I'm good here," she replies, looking at her own wine glass. "I absolutely love these wine glasses"
Uh... what?
10 minutes pass by and I suggest a different bar, which she readily agrees to. On the way to the next bar, she said she wanted to stop by the ocean before she leaves tonight. The mixture of that first escalation window-seeming thing, her not coming back to mine when I go for the first pull, and her mentioning something about leaving all make me look back on those other girls I had put in the same "hot" category, and I felt tempted to feel defeat. But I resolve to make my best effort anyway and kept the vibe light and airy.
We arrived at the second bar and she again pays for our wine, we go upstairs and have a seat.
This is where the interaction actually starts getting fun.
"You're a very secretive person. What do you do in your spare time anyway?" she asks skeptically. "Oh, I know, you probably spend all your time picking up women on the street".
I sort of silently stare at her for a little while smiling, and I evade the question entirely "yeah, that was an interesting day," referring to how we met.
She says, "I told my friends about it, and one of them said that walking up to people on the street isn't a thing people do in Australia. It must be an American thing. People in Australia would think you were crazy or approaching them for charity."
"I don't think it's an American thing, either. But life is best when you add a little spontaneity", I said smiling.
There's a pause while we looking into each other's eyes.
She laughs and says "You're an interesting person."
I laugh as well and ask her why - she says "I don't know, there's something different about you, you must be putting on a show or something." Huh, I guess maybe I'm looking a little bit artificial? We'll see, I suppose.
Again, a little more silence.
I break the tension and tell her that I spend most of my time creating music. We bond over this subject quite well because she's into the same type of metalcore music as I am. I ask her what instrument she'd play if she was in a band. She said lead guitar. She asked what I play, and I asked her to guess. Spot on, she knew exactly that I was a lead guitarist. Well done! I told her I'll give her a lesson sometime.
There's a footy match going on on TV that she mentions. We get onto the subjects of sports we used to play when we were young, and apparently she used to play softball, and she'd do it again if she could find a team. I ask her if she's competitive, and she says "very". Awesome, a high sex drive girl.
"What position did you to play?' I mischeviously smile. "Bottom?"
She mockingly laughs and says, "I honestly doesn't remember. But I'd definitely start playing for a league again if one popped up in Melbourne."
It's a shame I don't remember what happened right before this. But I remember wondering whether I ought to pull her now, or wait for a more overt escalation window. And then BAM, two huge escalation windows:
1. I don't remember the subject, but she said "all those girls would probably try to hook up with you. I certainly would."
2. She starts touching my bracelet and the material of my jacket when she hadn't been previously touchy at all.
I wait a few seconds, and decide that if I was waiting for an escalation window, this is definitely the one. So I stand up, grab her hand, and tell her I'm going to give her that guitar lesson, come on. She smiles about this and gets up with me. The conversation is still flowing pretty easy on the walk back to mine. When we stop at a light, we look at each other's eyes.
She goes in for the kiss. I make sure to break first.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," she said while we stared at each other. Man, what an ego boost! It's so hard to tell sometimes where you are on a girl's interest level. Some of them are great at hiding it, like Sarah.
I chuckle a little about what she said, and change the thread back to the one we were having before.
We get to my place and I give her a tour of the house and then immediately go back to my room, and start making out like we couldn't keep our hands off each other. The sexual tension was electric. I throw her onto the bed, and no resistance. Hitting the gym 4 times a week has been like a huge injection of testosterone and libido, which is awesome. We had a few rounds of sex before she left that night. Don't know if I'll see her again, but I'd rather see if I can start pulling more women I have things in common with and I find very attractive.
Actually, there was a pretty funny moment at the end after she left. I went to the tram stop while heading to a friend's party for the night, and this group of 5 dudes and a chick start chatting me up, obviously a little drunk. The guy was like "what happened to that blonde chick you were with earlier?". I was just thinking, what the actual fuck? Who are these people? But then I remembered in passing that Sarah and I may have walked past these people on the way to the second bar. Guess we were impressionable enough to have left a memory with them...!
~Nick
I had probably done 4 cold approaches in the city already - first one had blown me off, second was better but still rocky, but by the time I'd gotten to the fourth, I was feeling more confident and social. As I'm walking through an underground tunnel, I spot a blonde girl rocking a choker. Takes me a second to approach, but I finally do, and once I stop her I'm glad I did. While going direct, her face is a mix between shock and lighting up. Those are my favorite reactions.
Turns out she's going to beauty school, bottle blonde, and she's currently a receptionist for this dog-keeping facility since apparently they're a past-time obsession of hers. Honestly, I don't really remember a whole of a lot else of the initial interaction.
As I'm grabbing her number, I ask her what her name is again, she says Sarah. I ask how she spells it, and she goes "With an 'H', like how normal Sarah's have their name". Thought that was kind of cute, so I texted her:
Me: Glad to have met you, normally spelled Sarah- Nick
Her: It was random and nice to have met you as well Detroit Nick
- (next day)
Me: Hey Sarah! Thinking we ought to grab those drinks this weekend. How's the sched looking?
Her: hey! im sure i can find some free time for you
Me: Glad to hear it! What Saturday at 5 - meet near [local attraction] and go from there?
Her: sounds like a plan
Saturday rocks up and I'm getting stoned with my friends in the morning. I end up sending this:
Me: So 5 at [local attraction] right? Bring your game face, missy.
Her: haha, what are the potential plans? just so i can decide on what to wear
Me: Just drinks - the bars are a bit alternative/artistic this side of town
Her: sounds good, yeah the bars down my side are a bit more country haha
Me: Haha. Perfect chance to bust out your sexier, charming side *emoji of man dancing with rose in his mouth*
Her: i am certainly a charmer *emoji of woman with classy '20s attire on*
Me: Awesome ;P catch you then!
I walk to [local attraction] and see her staring at her phone. She's dressed chic: a black and white jacket, cardigan, and a black skirt. When she looked at me and stood up, I immediately felt hesitant and nervous - she looked like a couple of the girls I went out with before and reminisce on as being "really beautiful girls that I'm still really mad at myself for hesitating on the pull". "How's the week been for ya?", I ask. I quickly remind myself that there's no such thing as "hot" or "beautiful", and relegate her back to "cute". My nerves settle a bit.
As we're walking to the Vineyard, we discuss our weekends and how she's on break and whatnot. She said her car had been towed yesterday and she had to pay $400 to get it returned, but that she handled it calmly and rationally. People sometimes just say things, but that impressed me a bit. I told her we'd sue the towing company and make millions so we can just go traveling instead and not worry about parking, which got a nice little vibe going.
She asked what we were doing today, and I said we'll check out a few bars here, and she replied that I can lead the way and we can pretty much do whatever. I'm having an internal debate in my head about immediately pulling her back to my place. Looking back, in this particular case, this seemed more like a "I'm going with the flow, long as it feels right" sort of thing, which isn't really an escalation window.
We get inside the Vineyard, and I see Laura from my last LR in there. Apparently she actually works at the same bar I take all my dates to, go figure! But she's a really good sport about the whole thing. Sarah and I walk to the counter to order our drinks.
"I'm going to grab something to drink, do you want anything?" Sarah asks me.
"Hey, I'll be really honest with you," I reply. "I have literally this $5 note to my name, so I might just grab a tea."
"You sure you don't want something to drink?" she says.
Without thinking I say, "yeah, I'm good." Then my logic kicks in and yells at me for not accepting a value offering from her. "Actually, a wine sounds perfect. Thanks, chica." while touching her on the small of her back. Subtle rewarding.
We grab our wine, and look outside for some seats but there are none, so we take a seat in this little artsy spot in the back. There's an L-shaped couch we sit down on. She takes the spot on the couch without a backrest, and I take the one with it, which ends up playing out pretty well later.
The first thing that pops up in our conversation is my age. I of course ask her to guess because she's 25, and I'm 20, so odds are that she's going to guess my age is a little higher than it really is. She guesses 22, and I tell her eventually I'm 23.
"You still have a lot of growing up to do!" she says.
"Oh yeah?", I question back, "what's retirement supposed to feel like?"
I deep dive her, and maybe 15 minutes into the conversation, she leans on her side with her feet up on the couch and I put my arm somewhat around her. I could feel the sexual tension rising.
"So do you live around here, or with friends?", she asks.
"Yeah...I've got a couple friends I live with from America," I say skirting around the subject that I live with my parents, "But I'm lucky enough to have my own room"
She replies back with something I don't remember, but isn't anything important.
"Well, it looks like we've run out of wine anyway. But I've got free drinks at my place." I say. (silly me here, the pull is quite a clumsy one. Don't leave awkward social pressure on her to lead at the end...just get up and start going)
"Nah, I'm good here," she replies, looking at her own wine glass. "I absolutely love these wine glasses"
Uh... what?
10 minutes pass by and I suggest a different bar, which she readily agrees to. On the way to the next bar, she said she wanted to stop by the ocean before she leaves tonight. The mixture of that first escalation window-seeming thing, her not coming back to mine when I go for the first pull, and her mentioning something about leaving all make me look back on those other girls I had put in the same "hot" category, and I felt tempted to feel defeat. But I resolve to make my best effort anyway and kept the vibe light and airy.
We arrived at the second bar and she again pays for our wine, we go upstairs and have a seat.
This is where the interaction actually starts getting fun.
"You're a very secretive person. What do you do in your spare time anyway?" she asks skeptically. "Oh, I know, you probably spend all your time picking up women on the street".
I sort of silently stare at her for a little while smiling, and I evade the question entirely "yeah, that was an interesting day," referring to how we met.
She says, "I told my friends about it, and one of them said that walking up to people on the street isn't a thing people do in Australia. It must be an American thing. People in Australia would think you were crazy or approaching them for charity."
"I don't think it's an American thing, either. But life is best when you add a little spontaneity", I said smiling.
There's a pause while we looking into each other's eyes.
She laughs and says "You're an interesting person."
I laugh as well and ask her why - she says "I don't know, there's something different about you, you must be putting on a show or something." Huh, I guess maybe I'm looking a little bit artificial? We'll see, I suppose.
Again, a little more silence.
I break the tension and tell her that I spend most of my time creating music. We bond over this subject quite well because she's into the same type of metalcore music as I am. I ask her what instrument she'd play if she was in a band. She said lead guitar. She asked what I play, and I asked her to guess. Spot on, she knew exactly that I was a lead guitarist. Well done! I told her I'll give her a lesson sometime.
There's a footy match going on on TV that she mentions. We get onto the subjects of sports we used to play when we were young, and apparently she used to play softball, and she'd do it again if she could find a team. I ask her if she's competitive, and she says "very". Awesome, a high sex drive girl.
"What position did you to play?' I mischeviously smile. "Bottom?"
She mockingly laughs and says, "I honestly doesn't remember. But I'd definitely start playing for a league again if one popped up in Melbourne."
It's a shame I don't remember what happened right before this. But I remember wondering whether I ought to pull her now, or wait for a more overt escalation window. And then BAM, two huge escalation windows:
1. I don't remember the subject, but she said "all those girls would probably try to hook up with you. I certainly would."
2. She starts touching my bracelet and the material of my jacket when she hadn't been previously touchy at all.
I wait a few seconds, and decide that if I was waiting for an escalation window, this is definitely the one. So I stand up, grab her hand, and tell her I'm going to give her that guitar lesson, come on. She smiles about this and gets up with me. The conversation is still flowing pretty easy on the walk back to mine. When we stop at a light, we look at each other's eyes.
She goes in for the kiss. I make sure to break first.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," she said while we stared at each other. Man, what an ego boost! It's so hard to tell sometimes where you are on a girl's interest level. Some of them are great at hiding it, like Sarah.
I chuckle a little about what she said, and change the thread back to the one we were having before.
We get to my place and I give her a tour of the house and then immediately go back to my room, and start making out like we couldn't keep our hands off each other. The sexual tension was electric. I throw her onto the bed, and no resistance. Hitting the gym 4 times a week has been like a huge injection of testosterone and libido, which is awesome. We had a few rounds of sex before she left that night. Don't know if I'll see her again, but I'd rather see if I can start pulling more women I have things in common with and I find very attractive.
Actually, there was a pretty funny moment at the end after she left. I went to the tram stop while heading to a friend's party for the night, and this group of 5 dudes and a chick start chatting me up, obviously a little drunk. The guy was like "what happened to that blonde chick you were with earlier?". I was just thinking, what the actual fuck? Who are these people? But then I remembered in passing that Sarah and I may have walked past these people on the way to the second bar. Guess we were impressionable enough to have left a memory with them...!
~Nick
