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Spent 3 hours on Tuesday at the closest megamall. Was a bit dry, especially for black girls. Two approaches. First went well, might be a pull. Will recount that later. This is about the second one.
About 20 mins to closing. Hit a two-level womens' apparel store. Nothing much on the first floor other than employees.
One employee somewhat caught my eye. Other than being a fairly dark black girl, she's not exactly my usual type. Cute face, but short and petite. I guess maybe 5'4". And with a bone-straight weave almost to her ass. (I despise weaves on principle.) But something sexy about her I can't quite put my finger on. Dressed down for a fashion store worker. Sum like baggy track pants. Clothes never do much for me, so just as well; maybe even sexier.
Employees are kinda last resort, so I check upstairs first. Wasn't much up there either, other than another employee, really light-skinned girl, so I decided on the first I had spotted downstairs.
I hide out a few moments while I figure out what I want to do. She's working on a rack on the longer frontage wall, facing the wall. I wander over to the same wall about 15 feet from her and feign interest in items. (I seem to do that a lot these days.. LOL) After a few moments there, I walked over closer to where she was, maybe 5 feet off, where I noticed some red sweater tops which turned out to be extremely feminine (which was good).
At some point when I was closing either the first or second distance, she looked at me but I don't recall if I was actually looking at her or just in her general direction. I looked off to the rack. Didn't seem like anything.
I started looking through the red tops, and after a few moments grabbed one and stepped over to maybe just under 2 feet from the girl. "I got her attention in some manner," was all the dictation taken shortly after the event was able to specify. (I dictate notes shortly after I get out of the venue, while it's at least somewhat fresh in my mind. But wish I had a videographic memory!)
I think I didn't put myself as close into her personal space as I probably should have. Still need to work on just how close I should be.
Once I had her attention I presented her the top and asked her such a craftily outlandish question I can't even repeat it at the moment. (Bump the thread in 2021 and I'll post it.) Absolutely implausible on multiple levels.
Her answer suggested some items at the other side of the store which might work better (I'm not sure on what planet), to which she pointed. She did this as though I had just said my GF likes lower cut, where would I find it? One thing I've encountered repeatedly with store employees, is that I can make the most utterly absurd requests, yet they almost always take me seriously!! (Either that, or are playing along and I'm too stupid to realize it.)
I told her I was just kidding and that I wanted to tell her she's cute. I seem to recall her acting like the stereotypical flattered little girl.
She was extremely cutesy in her mannerisms and voice. Could have taken her straight out of a cartoon. Spoke with very pronounced sibilants (esses). Also kind of softly. Moved her whole upper body very expressively as she spoke.
She deep dove herself, lol, explaining how she went into that because she likes being around kids.
Her overall mannerisms as well as size, in the words of the dictation, "had me a little bit concerned as to just exactly how young she was."
Initially during my recent foray into daygame, I was really scared of girls being too young and sometimes I would pass up opportunities just on the chance a girl might be underage. I have been trying to train myself out of that, with some amount of success. It's perfectly natural to be attracted to girls that have reached sexual maturity. As long as you confirm her age before doing anything stupid it's really no big deal.
A few years ago I flirted with one of the girls working in my gym who it turned out was in her last year of high school. I was way older than her, but far from treat me like a perv, she was actually pretty compliant. Hell, sometimes she'd hang around for no apparent reason when I was working with the trainer. I didn't do anything, even though our age of consent is low enough. (Halfway wonder if that was a mistake.) Nobody else cared, either. All that came out of hitting on her in front of the whole gym was a couple middle-aged black ladies giving me dead-obvious approach invitations. LOL!
I half-asked Petunia if that (which she had mentioned) was her major. She said yes but her non-verbals did not seem definitive.
I needed to know how old she was, but I wanted nothing to do with questions of age just yet. Just then something incredible happened: my brain came up with a solution to a girl problem in real-time! Girls normally turn my brain to mush, you see. I decided to ask her what school she went to. Not that I really cared, but at least it should tell me if I was dealing with a high school student or not.
She answered with the name of a popular though not especially prestigious local college. Ok, good.
Before I said anything, she followed with something like, "I know, it's not the greatest...", in what the dictation called an, "I guess you could say, embarrassed slash apologetic" manner. (I don't think my non-verbals expressed disappointment in her being in college instead of uni, but I wouldn't rule out the possibility entirely.)
I'm not sure if this was a good idea or not, but my agreeable default demeanour got her off the hook, with something along the lines of, "oh, that's okay." In the first approach of the evening, which had a much better outcome, I actually responded to what I perceived as lesser ambition with playful challenge.
At perhaps this point, I again held up the red top and made a remark related to the joke, then left her for a moment as I put it back on the rack.
I returned to the girl and said someting like, "we should grab a coffee."
She IIR got a bit awkward, and said something like, "oh, I'm not really interested, sorryyyy!"
I didn't answer but looked at her, possibly with a coaxing look.
She then said something like, "I'm not really dating." Her manner remained cutesy through this whole thing.
I had no real strategy prepared for this, but at once did not feel to act defeated just yet. So I gave a "silly you" kind of smile and waved my index finger whilst playfully objecting with something like, "I didn't say date, I said coffee!"
She seemed challenged to come up with the right words and then said something about her still not being over her last relationship. And then, something like, that she was "working on herself."
I halfways had a feeling this all was some kind of a smoke screen, but it threw me off enough that I gave up and told her that was good.
We stood there for a moment and then I told her something like, "well, you have a good day, Petunia", which she reciprocated. Realized it wasn't day, and playfully corrected myself on that, poking her slightly. Still seemed friendly.
Went to stroll out of the store, but on the way out, looked at some other tops and snapped a phone picture of the print on them. Cuz I wanted to be nonchalant, not like I had my tail between my legs, lol.
Thoughts
Resistance to talking to girls is still high but going down. I'm starting to actually hear from girls the "feminine classics" I used to just hear other guys talk about. I guess that's good! lol
Forgot two definite things.
For one, I didn't move her. This doesn't come naturally at all yet in most situations where there is no obvious reason to be moving her (such as being on a busy sidewalk). In particular, I have no idea how to move store employees.
Now that I think about it, in that particular situation, perhaps I could've brought her to the tops instead of bringing the top to her. However, I'd then have had to move her virtually at the beginning of the interaction. Actually, that might not be a problem, since she'd probably comply anyway due to it sort of being her job to.
I also didn't give her my name (she didn't ask, either). Perhaps a little dumb since I had asked hers. I don't suspect this was the real issue, though; I've had approaches go very well without volunteering my name up front, albeit in those cases I hadn't asked the girl's, either.
I wonder if maybe I did not open her up enough before going for the kill. The store was dead, she was probably bored, and so we could've talked more. But I've usually been one to "get in and get out" fast. She was being all cutesy already, but that may have just been her default disposition.
I also realized afterwards that maybe I ought to have broken rapport a bit when she was giving refusals. That is something that's rather counter-intuitive when you haven't reached the point of outcome independence.
Another thing I'm considering is that I was getting into the wrong slot somehow. Her making the remark about not having gotten over the last boyfriend makes me think I was being slotted as boyfriend candidate as opposed to quick fuck. I'm sure a girl trying to get over a boyfriend would be down for a quick fuck! So maybe I wasn't being sexual enough? I touched her a bit, but maybe I should have been more touchy? I would've loved to bend her over & fuck the shit out of her, but I'm thinking maybe my eyes & voice were not telling her that.
I was heavily socialized to be harmless, and I think that hurts me a lot. I almost think I should try telling a few girls they have a nice ass. (OMG, as a white guy the thought of saying that to a black girl is downright scary, lol!) It's probably a little blunt to actually work, but at least it would shock me into being less afraid to view & treat them sexually.
Was her little act of throwing refusals at me a test that I was supposed to plow through, and I just threw in the towel too easily? Was it indicative of some mistake I had made earlier? Stuck in boyfriend candidate? Or was it just doomed from the beginning? Hate not knowing! lol
I wish I had persisted a bit more, and more adroitly, or at least tried to get her number.
Feedback appreciated!
About 20 mins to closing. Hit a two-level womens' apparel store. Nothing much on the first floor other than employees.
One employee somewhat caught my eye. Other than being a fairly dark black girl, she's not exactly my usual type. Cute face, but short and petite. I guess maybe 5'4". And with a bone-straight weave almost to her ass. (I despise weaves on principle.) But something sexy about her I can't quite put my finger on. Dressed down for a fashion store worker. Sum like baggy track pants. Clothes never do much for me, so just as well; maybe even sexier.
Employees are kinda last resort, so I check upstairs first. Wasn't much up there either, other than another employee, really light-skinned girl, so I decided on the first I had spotted downstairs.
I hide out a few moments while I figure out what I want to do. She's working on a rack on the longer frontage wall, facing the wall. I wander over to the same wall about 15 feet from her and feign interest in items. (I seem to do that a lot these days.. LOL) After a few moments there, I walked over closer to where she was, maybe 5 feet off, where I noticed some red sweater tops which turned out to be extremely feminine (which was good).
At some point when I was closing either the first or second distance, she looked at me but I don't recall if I was actually looking at her or just in her general direction. I looked off to the rack. Didn't seem like anything.
I started looking through the red tops, and after a few moments grabbed one and stepped over to maybe just under 2 feet from the girl. "I got her attention in some manner," was all the dictation taken shortly after the event was able to specify. (I dictate notes shortly after I get out of the venue, while it's at least somewhat fresh in my mind. But wish I had a videographic memory!)
I think I didn't put myself as close into her personal space as I probably should have. Still need to work on just how close I should be.
Once I had her attention I presented her the top and asked her such a craftily outlandish question I can't even repeat it at the moment. (Bump the thread in 2021 and I'll post it.) Absolutely implausible on multiple levels.
Her answer suggested some items at the other side of the store which might work better (I'm not sure on what planet), to which she pointed. She did this as though I had just said my GF likes lower cut, where would I find it? One thing I've encountered repeatedly with store employees, is that I can make the most utterly absurd requests, yet they almost always take me seriously!! (Either that, or are playing along and I'm too stupid to realize it.)
I told her I was just kidding and that I wanted to tell her she's cute. I seem to recall her acting like the stereotypical flattered little girl.
She was extremely cutesy in her mannerisms and voice. Could have taken her straight out of a cartoon. Spoke with very pronounced sibilants (esses). Also kind of softly. Moved her whole upper body very expressively as she spoke.
Her response to that was a bit rambled and she kind of spoke slowly and softly, with non-verbals reminiscent of someone trying to remember something. The following is only approximate:
(First time in my life hearing semester shortened to "sem". What you learn from youngins, hehe.)
She deep dove herself, lol, explaining how she went into that because she likes being around kids.
Her overall mannerisms as well as size, in the words of the dictation, "had me a little bit concerned as to just exactly how young she was."
Initially during my recent foray into daygame, I was really scared of girls being too young and sometimes I would pass up opportunities just on the chance a girl might be underage. I have been trying to train myself out of that, with some amount of success. It's perfectly natural to be attracted to girls that have reached sexual maturity. As long as you confirm her age before doing anything stupid it's really no big deal.
A few years ago I flirted with one of the girls working in my gym who it turned out was in her last year of high school. I was way older than her, but far from treat me like a perv, she was actually pretty compliant. Hell, sometimes she'd hang around for no apparent reason when I was working with the trainer. I didn't do anything, even though our age of consent is low enough. (Halfway wonder if that was a mistake.) Nobody else cared, either. All that came out of hitting on her in front of the whole gym was a couple middle-aged black ladies giving me dead-obvious approach invitations. LOL!
I half-asked Petunia if that (which she had mentioned) was her major. She said yes but her non-verbals did not seem definitive.
I needed to know how old she was, but I wanted nothing to do with questions of age just yet. Just then something incredible happened: my brain came up with a solution to a girl problem in real-time! Girls normally turn my brain to mush, you see. I decided to ask her what school she went to. Not that I really cared, but at least it should tell me if I was dealing with a high school student or not.
She answered with the name of a popular though not especially prestigious local college. Ok, good.
Before I said anything, she followed with something like, "I know, it's not the greatest...", in what the dictation called an, "I guess you could say, embarrassed slash apologetic" manner. (I don't think my non-verbals expressed disappointment in her being in college instead of uni, but I wouldn't rule out the possibility entirely.)
I'm not sure if this was a good idea or not, but my agreeable default demeanour got her off the hook, with something along the lines of, "oh, that's okay." In the first approach of the evening, which had a much better outcome, I actually responded to what I perceived as lesser ambition with playful challenge.
At perhaps this point, I again held up the red top and made a remark related to the joke, then left her for a moment as I put it back on the rack.
I returned to the girl and said someting like, "we should grab a coffee."
She IIR got a bit awkward, and said something like, "oh, I'm not really interested, sorryyyy!"
I didn't answer but looked at her, possibly with a coaxing look.
She then said something like, "I'm not really dating." Her manner remained cutesy through this whole thing.
I had no real strategy prepared for this, but at once did not feel to act defeated just yet. So I gave a "silly you" kind of smile and waved my index finger whilst playfully objecting with something like, "I didn't say date, I said coffee!"
She seemed challenged to come up with the right words and then said something about her still not being over her last relationship. And then, something like, that she was "working on herself."
I halfways had a feeling this all was some kind of a smoke screen, but it threw me off enough that I gave up and told her that was good.
We stood there for a moment and then I told her something like, "well, you have a good day, Petunia", which she reciprocated. Realized it wasn't day, and playfully corrected myself on that, poking her slightly. Still seemed friendly.
Went to stroll out of the store, but on the way out, looked at some other tops and snapped a phone picture of the print on them. Cuz I wanted to be nonchalant, not like I had my tail between my legs, lol.
Thoughts
Resistance to talking to girls is still high but going down. I'm starting to actually hear from girls the "feminine classics" I used to just hear other guys talk about. I guess that's good! lol
Forgot two definite things.
For one, I didn't move her. This doesn't come naturally at all yet in most situations where there is no obvious reason to be moving her (such as being on a busy sidewalk). In particular, I have no idea how to move store employees.
Now that I think about it, in that particular situation, perhaps I could've brought her to the tops instead of bringing the top to her. However, I'd then have had to move her virtually at the beginning of the interaction. Actually, that might not be a problem, since she'd probably comply anyway due to it sort of being her job to.
I also didn't give her my name (she didn't ask, either). Perhaps a little dumb since I had asked hers. I don't suspect this was the real issue, though; I've had approaches go very well without volunteering my name up front, albeit in those cases I hadn't asked the girl's, either.
I wonder if maybe I did not open her up enough before going for the kill. The store was dead, she was probably bored, and so we could've talked more. But I've usually been one to "get in and get out" fast. She was being all cutesy already, but that may have just been her default disposition.
I also realized afterwards that maybe I ought to have broken rapport a bit when she was giving refusals. That is something that's rather counter-intuitive when you haven't reached the point of outcome independence.
Another thing I'm considering is that I was getting into the wrong slot somehow. Her making the remark about not having gotten over the last boyfriend makes me think I was being slotted as boyfriend candidate as opposed to quick fuck. I'm sure a girl trying to get over a boyfriend would be down for a quick fuck! So maybe I wasn't being sexual enough? I touched her a bit, but maybe I should have been more touchy? I would've loved to bend her over & fuck the shit out of her, but I'm thinking maybe my eyes & voice were not telling her that.
I was heavily socialized to be harmless, and I think that hurts me a lot. I almost think I should try telling a few girls they have a nice ass. (OMG, as a white guy the thought of saying that to a black girl is downright scary, lol!) It's probably a little blunt to actually work, but at least it would shock me into being less afraid to view & treat them sexually.
Was her little act of throwing refusals at me a test that I was supposed to plow through, and I just threw in the towel too easily? Was it indicative of some mistake I had made earlier? Stuck in boyfriend candidate? Or was it just doomed from the beginning? Hate not knowing! lol
I wish I had persisted a bit more, and more adroitly, or at least tried to get her number.
Feedback appreciated!
