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Tonight was the first time I seriously tried gaming. By the way, I hate the term "game" but I'm going to go along with it.
My friend Evan was going to be my wingman. He has a girlfriend. She is visiting soon so we were trying to find me a date so I won't be third wheeling when we hang out.
I got a little distracted from this goal, though. I was trying to get laid that night.
So I look up where to find the hottest girls in Boston. According to the RooshV forum, this is a place called the Liberty Hotel.
We take the train into Boston. As I get off the train, I see the girl I took to prom. I call her Kiwi. I think of chasing her down, but I don't. Good to know that she is in town, though. Now that I know she is here, I am highly motivated to improve my game and get out more. She is the girl who defined my "type," physically. Every girl who I am physically attracted to is but a shadow of her. I am hopeful that I will run into her sometime soon.
So we go to Alibi, the first floor bar in the LIberty Hotel. It is in a converted jail from the 1800's. Very nice place. We sit down at a table. The waitress comes and gets our order, she's blond and cute. My friend says she looks like Kiwi but I disagree. But as I continue to check her out, she actually does have a similar face to Kiwi from certain angles. She doesn't have the amazing body, though.
When she gives us the check, I say, "You're cute, wanna grab a drink sometime?" It was not very smooth. She says she has a boyfriend (as her thigh touches my knee). But then I say, "This is going to sound really weird [looking away] but I am an abstract artist and I'm trying to get into figurative art, would you like to model for me?" And she says yes. So I write my number on the receipt.
We go upstairs and scope out the area. I see a blond with cleavage in a group of three girls and immediately approach her. There was a giant sign celebrating someone's wedding, so I ask her if she's here for the wedding even though it's obvious she's not. This interaction goes way better than I though it would. I get her number. My instincts tell me I should leave at that point, but then I think about how you're supposed to get the number on a high point, not at the end, so I keep talking. I try to get her to model for me but she says no.
During this interaction, lots of pickup material was going through my head and I was annoyed at this. I felt like I was battling my natural instincts.
I remembered you should try to move her, so I asked her to come to the ballroom with me, which I knew was empty. This idea just popped into my head and I knew it was risky. I didn't expect her to want to go but she did. She was enjoying the interaction. There was some hand touching at this point. She walked in front of me.
When we got to the ballroom, I fucked it up. I made a lame joke, something like, "Would you marry me in here?" and she immediately turned around and left.
I was so amazed that she actually followed me into the empty ballroom. Of course I was going to fuck it up.
So I regrouped with my wingman. He was freaked out. He and the other girls had followed us there. He is not into pickup at all. He starting saying stuff like, if you do get into a sexual situation, make sure it's consensual. And saying I need to calm down.
OK, so I moved really fast, and it could have worked if I was more chill in the ballroom. I need to chill out. I could be really advanced once I chill out.
So we go back downstairs. I miss one chance to talk to a hot girl because I'm still rattled from that fuck up. I compliment a girl on her hair and she reacts well, but I don't continue the conversation. My friend tells me to approach some girls who were looking at us. I approach just from peer pressure, because I know they are ugly. I say, "How's you're night going," and they are as uninterested in me as I am in them.
Then I say the same line to a group of three girls who aren't hot, but kinda cute. I end up talking to just one. I ask her how her night's going, she says good how about you? I tell her some good, some bad, because I asked a girl to marry me and it was terrible. I continue with this kind of self-deprecating, boring talk. She's sweet. Her boobs are brushing against me. I decide she's worth asking out. I tell her my friend's girlfriend is visiting and I need a date for when we hang out. As soon as I say this, she starts dancing happily with her friend, as if she's super excited. I get her number. Freaked out by my mistake with the upstairs girl, I decide to leave. This interaction felt good.
Walk around with my wingman and try to talk to this hot girl and her friend who say they are lesbians. I say, it seems like you are messing with me. Then I pry about how they met, etc and they tell me how they were best friends in college, but were dating guys, until one night.... Could have been true, for all I know. Then I say me and my wingman are actually a gay couple, and we actually have a similar story, and when they ask me to tell them, I say it's too graphic and then leave. I could have just been chill but I felt like they were lying and rejecting me. Who knows.
Then my wingman says the girls from before are looking at us so we should go talk to them. I know it's a bad idea but I do anyway.
Basically I think I fucked it up. I should have should have not talked to her again unless I was in a much better state. We should have just left the bar.
It was just very blah.
The waitress passes me a few times and smiles sexily at me. All good, but I think my chances would have been best if I didn't see her at all after asking her to model for me. Hopefully she will text me.
All in all, I felt shitty but it was a good night. I met a girl who was my type. I learned Kiwi was in town. I know I can easily start conversations with cute girls and get their numbers very quickly.
The problem is I don't know what to do after about 5-10 minutes. Moving the first girl worked, but then I freaked her out. I feel like with the second girl we should have started dancing, but I'm not fun or cool enough for that yet.
So right now my strategy will be, leave on a high note, like Seinfeld. That's what my wingman suggested. But I know I will eventually have to learn to maintain long interactions.
It's really weird, I feel like I have this responsibility to the world to get good with women, because I'm so good looking. It's like I'm a disappointment to the world right now. I don't even want to get good with women for my own sake. Honestly. I just want to be with my unrequited love from college, who I talked about in my journal.
Any suggestions? Questions?
Thanks Chase and all the writers on GC.com
My friend Evan was going to be my wingman. He has a girlfriend. She is visiting soon so we were trying to find me a date so I won't be third wheeling when we hang out.
I got a little distracted from this goal, though. I was trying to get laid that night.
So I look up where to find the hottest girls in Boston. According to the RooshV forum, this is a place called the Liberty Hotel.
We take the train into Boston. As I get off the train, I see the girl I took to prom. I call her Kiwi. I think of chasing her down, but I don't. Good to know that she is in town, though. Now that I know she is here, I am highly motivated to improve my game and get out more. She is the girl who defined my "type," physically. Every girl who I am physically attracted to is but a shadow of her. I am hopeful that I will run into her sometime soon.
So we go to Alibi, the first floor bar in the LIberty Hotel. It is in a converted jail from the 1800's. Very nice place. We sit down at a table. The waitress comes and gets our order, she's blond and cute. My friend says she looks like Kiwi but I disagree. But as I continue to check her out, she actually does have a similar face to Kiwi from certain angles. She doesn't have the amazing body, though.
When she gives us the check, I say, "You're cute, wanna grab a drink sometime?" It was not very smooth. She says she has a boyfriend (as her thigh touches my knee). But then I say, "This is going to sound really weird [looking away] but I am an abstract artist and I'm trying to get into figurative art, would you like to model for me?" And she says yes. So I write my number on the receipt.
We go upstairs and scope out the area. I see a blond with cleavage in a group of three girls and immediately approach her. There was a giant sign celebrating someone's wedding, so I ask her if she's here for the wedding even though it's obvious she's not. This interaction goes way better than I though it would. I get her number. My instincts tell me I should leave at that point, but then I think about how you're supposed to get the number on a high point, not at the end, so I keep talking. I try to get her to model for me but she says no.
During this interaction, lots of pickup material was going through my head and I was annoyed at this. I felt like I was battling my natural instincts.
I remembered you should try to move her, so I asked her to come to the ballroom with me, which I knew was empty. This idea just popped into my head and I knew it was risky. I didn't expect her to want to go but she did. She was enjoying the interaction. There was some hand touching at this point. She walked in front of me.
When we got to the ballroom, I fucked it up. I made a lame joke, something like, "Would you marry me in here?" and she immediately turned around and left.
I was so amazed that she actually followed me into the empty ballroom. Of course I was going to fuck it up.
So I regrouped with my wingman. He was freaked out. He and the other girls had followed us there. He is not into pickup at all. He starting saying stuff like, if you do get into a sexual situation, make sure it's consensual. And saying I need to calm down.
OK, so I moved really fast, and it could have worked if I was more chill in the ballroom. I need to chill out. I could be really advanced once I chill out.
So we go back downstairs. I miss one chance to talk to a hot girl because I'm still rattled from that fuck up. I compliment a girl on her hair and she reacts well, but I don't continue the conversation. My friend tells me to approach some girls who were looking at us. I approach just from peer pressure, because I know they are ugly. I say, "How's you're night going," and they are as uninterested in me as I am in them.
Then I say the same line to a group of three girls who aren't hot, but kinda cute. I end up talking to just one. I ask her how her night's going, she says good how about you? I tell her some good, some bad, because I asked a girl to marry me and it was terrible. I continue with this kind of self-deprecating, boring talk. She's sweet. Her boobs are brushing against me. I decide she's worth asking out. I tell her my friend's girlfriend is visiting and I need a date for when we hang out. As soon as I say this, she starts dancing happily with her friend, as if she's super excited. I get her number. Freaked out by my mistake with the upstairs girl, I decide to leave. This interaction felt good.
Walk around with my wingman and try to talk to this hot girl and her friend who say they are lesbians. I say, it seems like you are messing with me. Then I pry about how they met, etc and they tell me how they were best friends in college, but were dating guys, until one night.... Could have been true, for all I know. Then I say me and my wingman are actually a gay couple, and we actually have a similar story, and when they ask me to tell them, I say it's too graphic and then leave. I could have just been chill but I felt like they were lying and rejecting me. Who knows.
Then my wingman says the girls from before are looking at us so we should go talk to them. I know it's a bad idea but I do anyway.
Basically I think I fucked it up. I should have should have not talked to her again unless I was in a much better state. We should have just left the bar.
It was just very blah.
The waitress passes me a few times and smiles sexily at me. All good, but I think my chances would have been best if I didn't see her at all after asking her to model for me. Hopefully she will text me.
All in all, I felt shitty but it was a good night. I met a girl who was my type. I learned Kiwi was in town. I know I can easily start conversations with cute girls and get their numbers very quickly.
The problem is I don't know what to do after about 5-10 minutes. Moving the first girl worked, but then I freaked her out. I feel like with the second girl we should have started dancing, but I'm not fun or cool enough for that yet.
So right now my strategy will be, leave on a high note, like Seinfeld. That's what my wingman suggested. But I know I will eventually have to learn to maintain long interactions.
It's really weird, I feel like I have this responsibility to the world to get good with women, because I'm so good looking. It's like I'm a disappointment to the world right now. I don't even want to get good with women for my own sake. Honestly. I just want to be with my unrequited love from college, who I talked about in my journal.
Any suggestions? Questions?
Thanks Chase and all the writers on GC.com
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