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This one's just for fun. If you're short on time and looking to critique a serious interaction, skip this and move on to the next FR 
It all happened just over a month ago, back in late March... it took us a while to edit it collaboratively.
Saturday afternoon I'm just wondering where I should head to do some day-game when I get a text message from none other than our very own Mr. Rob, who is in the city for the weekend and wants to hit up all my haunts collaboratively. We meet near the park around 5:30 PM and as we walk from our cars, we have a ton to chat about. It's a beautiful springtime afternoon. Rob is from small-town Gulf Coast and has never seen so many people
In case you’re wondering why the font just changed is because this is Mr. Rob’s perspective of things. Marty will have the non-italic font.
So it’s a funny thing meeting someone that you’ve connected with for months over the internet but have never actually met face to face. I’m mean shit for all I know Marty might be an overweight loser that posts on GC just to live vicariously and get an ego boost. But I wanted a tour guide and thought it interesting to meet someone who’s also trying to learn seduction with the same mindset.
Anyway my mental picture of Marty prior to meeting him was something along these lines:
On the phone he sounded like he was in his 20’s even though I knew he was older. So my mental picture formed a more youthful middle aged man. Don’t ask me why I thought it was such a big deal but I was very shocked when I met Marty and he was balding. Though I will say in Marty’s defense he has a good build to him and is toned enough to give off an air of authority. Oh and he has pimp ass pleated leather shoes. As for me I’m about 6’0, tall, dark, and fiercely sexy… though I’m biased.
Day One
We met at the major city park and we're officially "in the field"; not only that, Rob is also "on tour". Rob, being the "talkative sexy" type, needs to warm up and get his social momentum going, so he takes the first one for the team and cold-approaches a group of five blondes before Marty knows what's happening. "Where's the party at?" he asks, only to be told "It's over!" Rob picks out his favorite blonde and goes direct on her while Marty walks on at a safe distance
Although Rob was merely firing off a blank to get going, the pressure is on Marty to make it good and soon enough an opportunity arises. As we walk chatting amicably along the lakeside path, a strawberry-blonde, freckled girl of about 19 comes jogging past. Well, "jogging" is putting it flatteringly; "trudging" might be a more apposite term
Marty peels off, fighter-escort style:
A note from Mr. Rob: This I was actually pretty impressed with. We were just walking down the street and I think the fact that I was around made Marty a bit bolder and he COMMANDED that bitch to take a rest for a minute and extracted her out of autopilot in which he had her full attention. This was kind of the moment of truth for Marty too see if he was really as cool as he talks about in his reports. He took the ball and ran with it.
Marty rejoins Rob and is greeted with “StrawberryBlonde isn't that cute”. Marty tells him to wait a couple decades and then see how he reacts to an innocent-looking country-raised undergrad sweating her way around a park in short-shorts. Rob rolls his eyes and Marty points out a sexy honey-colored skinned brunette beauty walking with a Starbucks cup. Rob calls dibs and flirts with her for a minute until getting rejected and returns with a big smile on his face.
This continues on as we move into the streets and we take turns pushing each other into opening the abundance of attractive women cruising through the city. In between sets we converse about Chase's articles, the rich and colorful characters in this forum, and our preference in women.
Soon enough we head to the city's busiest central street to find an assortment of interesting folks to say the least. Rob is busy messing with everyone he gets a chance to talk to and even makes two women (that were apparently married) roll their window down so he could hit on them while they were stopped at a stop light. Marty, AKA Mr. Smooth/Too Cool to not break character and fuck with people, keeps his game tight and goes to open quite a few more sets on the street.
Regrouping, we decide to take a rest and head for dinner in the café where Marty takes most of his dates. Marty shoots off icebreakers to StrawberryBlonde and BelgianBeauty (a chick I met in Caribou Coffee while Rob was chatting with girls at an outside table; as luck would have it, BelgianBeauty then proceeded to sit down with them and presumably they compared notes, LOL); then a long conversation ensues about what we have learned from the site, our philosophy on life, and other intellectual topics (Mr. Rob is kind of smart after all ).
After dinner Marty returns from the restroom to find Rob engaged in deep conversation with a young lady from the table opposite, who had been sitting with her mother until such time as her mother had vacated her seat in favor of Rob, to give him an opportunity to work his charm!
This was a girl that actually hooked and I liked her. It was a very romantic setting/way to meet someone given the environment of the café. Unfortunately we got on the subject of relationships and she told me about her LTR :/.
Marty and Rob reconvene and darkness has fallen, so we head towards the heart of the city's nightlife. Soon a group of standard-issue blondes has emerged for a hen party. Rob takes the lead and congratulates the bride-to-be, shortly before going very direct on a stunning, tall, svelte number who appears to be the alpha female of the group. She gives Rob a bit of shit and tells him to go hit on the only single girl in the group. Rob doesn’t need any more push and goes to flirt with the girl in question.
Turned out the only single girl is actually pretty fun and was trying to accomplish a silly scavenger hunt. One of the items on her list is to take a picture with a sexy man with his shirt off.
Soon enough we find that there aren’t many women out and about any more and decide to call it a night. Marty drives Rob back to his car near the park; as we draw into the lot, reflected in the headlights we see a group of women of various ages. One of them, apparently barely 21, stares back at us with deep black eyes. She's the most stunning girl we've seen all night: impeccably slender, milky-skinned, with hair the color of dark-stained oak and childbearing hips to die for.
Unfortunately at this point Marty loses his cool; group approaches are not his forte.
Pause! This was fucking hilarious. First picture a group of girls one old, one ugly, and one drop dead gorgeous. Then picture me and Marty (a good but random pair of men to be hanging out late at night in a poorly lit parkinglot) approaching this group from two different angles, essentially entrapping them like lions stalking zebra in a corner. Oh and we both only want to talk to the hot girl.
So Marty opens the hot girl and I think is so horny for her he forgets any social nuances of addressing the group and building comfort of any sort with them. Lol I’m stuck awkwardly standing next to the old lady (the leader) and the ugly girl and try and make a bit of small talk to help Marty out since the spotlight was on him but soon get more fascinated by the extreme look of discomfort on the hot girls face.
Marty like I said didn’t bother to create much comfort at all and this girl is cold and gives the bare minimum of answers to his attempted deep dive and won’t make eye contact with him as if he were a leper with his arms hanging on by the last thread of decaying skin. She soon tells Marty that she has a boyfriend and dismisses us.
Not Marty's finest hour. Rob spends thirty minutes kindly picking apart what went wrong for Marty's benefit.
Day Two—Marty’s Comeback
Time is limited for a joint outing, due to other commitments on both sides, but we spend a half-hour together at an outdoor mall where the sun is shining and a brisk breeze is blowing. At around 5 PM, shoppers are hurrying to complete their purchases.
Rob arrives only to be informed that Marty has already identified a prospect in Banana Republic. By now she is paying at the checkout, so Marty sits and waits on a bench outside, eager to redeem himself after yesterday's midnight fiasco. She waltzes out in her cream-and-navy sleeveless dress and ivory heels; even the platinum-blonde hair matches the overall off-white image of deliciousness. Marty pounces:
A feel-good interaction which Rob says is the best he's seen Marty do, in terms of body language and touch.
Next, Rob street-stops a group of two African-American girls. His chosen target has a well-defined ass made the more appealing in tight royal-blue yoga pants. As Marty watches from the across the street Rob goes heavy on the kino, with hugging, cheek-kissing and general hilarity on the girls' part.
This was actually the same day I did my 25 make-out rejection mission so I was actively aiming to try and make-out with her but no dice.
Note from Mr. Rob—In summary realize this: MARTY IS A LEGEND. He’s fucking old and learning this shit from scratch. His persistence is admirable and has mad balls to fail over and over and not whine or bitch about it. To all of you complainers out there saying this shit is too hard or you can’t get over your limiting beliefs I only have one thing to say. “DEAL WITH THAT SHIT” if this old guy can throw his limiting beliefs out the window so can you! Take action and then take more action. That is all I have to say.
All-in-all, a highly educational, thrilling and FUN couple days out! Thank you Rob for such wonderful company!
Likewise my friend.
It all happened just over a month ago, back in late March... it took us a while to edit it collaboratively.Saturday afternoon I'm just wondering where I should head to do some day-game when I get a text message from none other than our very own Mr. Rob, who is in the city for the weekend and wants to hit up all my haunts collaboratively. We meet near the park around 5:30 PM and as we walk from our cars, we have a ton to chat about. It's a beautiful springtime afternoon. Rob is from small-town Gulf Coast and has never seen so many people
In case you’re wondering why the font just changed is because this is Mr. Rob’s perspective of things. Marty will have the non-italic font.
So it’s a funny thing meeting someone that you’ve connected with for months over the internet but have never actually met face to face. I’m mean shit for all I know Marty might be an overweight loser that posts on GC just to live vicariously and get an ego boost. But I wanted a tour guide and thought it interesting to meet someone who’s also trying to learn seduction with the same mindset.
Anyway my mental picture of Marty prior to meeting him was something along these lines:
On the phone he sounded like he was in his 20’s even though I knew he was older. So my mental picture formed a more youthful middle aged man. Don’t ask me why I thought it was such a big deal but I was very shocked when I met Marty and he was balding. Though I will say in Marty’s defense he has a good build to him and is toned enough to give off an air of authority. Oh and he has pimp ass pleated leather shoes. As for me I’m about 6’0, tall, dark, and fiercely sexy… though I’m biased.
Day One
We met at the major city park and we're officially "in the field"; not only that, Rob is also "on tour". Rob, being the "talkative sexy" type, needs to warm up and get his social momentum going, so he takes the first one for the team and cold-approaches a group of five blondes before Marty knows what's happening. "Where's the party at?" he asks, only to be told "It's over!" Rob picks out his favorite blonde and goes direct on her while Marty walks on at a safe distance
Although Rob was merely firing off a blank to get going, the pressure is on Marty to make it good and soon enough an opportunity arises. As we walk chatting amicably along the lakeside path, a strawberry-blonde, freckled girl of about 19 comes jogging past. Well, "jogging" is putting it flatteringly; "trudging" might be a more apposite term
Marty peels off, fighter-escort style:
A note from Mr. Rob: This I was actually pretty impressed with. We were just walking down the street and I think the fact that I was around made Marty a bit bolder and he COMMANDED that bitch to take a rest for a minute and extracted her out of autopilot in which he had her full attention. This was kind of the moment of truth for Marty too see if he was really as cool as he talks about in his reports. He took the ball and ran with it.
- Marty: Why don't you stop and take a rest for a minute?
StrawberryBlonde: (giggling, panting) Wh... what?!
Marty: You look as if you're struggling a little bit there. Stop and rest.
StrawberryBlonde: Oh, no no, I'm fine! (stopping anyway)
Marty: Chat with me for a second. Keep walking, you don't want to let your heart-rate drop too fast. (placing my hand on the small of her back and guiding her)
StrawberryBlonde: (smiling broadly) Oh, okay!
Marty rejoins Rob and is greeted with “StrawberryBlonde isn't that cute”. Marty tells him to wait a couple decades and then see how he reacts to an innocent-looking country-raised undergrad sweating her way around a park in short-shorts. Rob rolls his eyes and Marty points out a sexy honey-colored skinned brunette beauty walking with a Starbucks cup. Rob calls dibs and flirts with her for a minute until getting rejected and returns with a big smile on his face.
This continues on as we move into the streets and we take turns pushing each other into opening the abundance of attractive women cruising through the city. In between sets we converse about Chase's articles, the rich and colorful characters in this forum, and our preference in women.
Soon enough we head to the city's busiest central street to find an assortment of interesting folks to say the least. Rob is busy messing with everyone he gets a chance to talk to and even makes two women (that were apparently married) roll their window down so he could hit on them while they were stopped at a stop light. Marty, AKA Mr. Smooth/Too Cool to not break character and fuck with people, keeps his game tight and goes to open quite a few more sets on the street.
Regrouping, we decide to take a rest and head for dinner in the café where Marty takes most of his dates. Marty shoots off icebreakers to StrawberryBlonde and BelgianBeauty (a chick I met in Caribou Coffee while Rob was chatting with girls at an outside table; as luck would have it, BelgianBeauty then proceeded to sit down with them and presumably they compared notes, LOL); then a long conversation ensues about what we have learned from the site, our philosophy on life, and other intellectual topics (Mr. Rob is kind of smart after all
).After dinner Marty returns from the restroom to find Rob engaged in deep conversation with a young lady from the table opposite, who had been sitting with her mother until such time as her mother had vacated her seat in favor of Rob, to give him an opportunity to work his charm!
This was a girl that actually hooked and I liked her. It was a very romantic setting/way to meet someone given the environment of the café. Unfortunately we got on the subject of relationships and she told me about her LTR :/.
Marty and Rob reconvene and darkness has fallen, so we head towards the heart of the city's nightlife. Soon a group of standard-issue blondes has emerged for a hen party. Rob takes the lead and congratulates the bride-to-be, shortly before going very direct on a stunning, tall, svelte number who appears to be the alpha female of the group. She gives Rob a bit of shit and tells him to go hit on the only single girl in the group. Rob doesn’t need any more push and goes to flirt with the girl in question.
Turned out the only single girl is actually pretty fun and was trying to accomplish a silly scavenger hunt. One of the items on her list is to take a picture with a sexy man with his shirt off.
- Rob: “Only if your feel up my chest sensually, like I like, and you have to do all the work yourself (implying she has to pull my shirt off)”
Scavenger hunt girl: “mmmm okay!” (sweet )
Soon enough we find that there aren’t many women out and about any more and decide to call it a night. Marty drives Rob back to his car near the park; as we draw into the lot, reflected in the headlights we see a group of women of various ages. One of them, apparently barely 21, stares back at us with deep black eyes. She's the most stunning girl we've seen all night: impeccably slender, milky-skinned, with hair the color of dark-stained oak and childbearing hips to die for.
Unfortunately at this point Marty loses his cool; group approaches are not his forte.
Pause! This was fucking hilarious. First picture a group of girls one old, one ugly, and one drop dead gorgeous. Then picture me and Marty (a good but random pair of men to be hanging out late at night in a poorly lit parkinglot) approaching this group from two different angles, essentially entrapping them like lions stalking zebra in a corner. Oh and we both only want to talk to the hot girl.
So Marty opens the hot girl and I think is so horny for her he forgets any social nuances of addressing the group and building comfort of any sort with them. Lol I’m stuck awkwardly standing next to the old lady (the leader) and the ugly girl and try and make a bit of small talk to help Marty out since the spotlight was on him but soon get more fascinated by the extreme look of discomfort on the hot girls face.
Marty like I said didn’t bother to create much comfort at all and this girl is cold and gives the bare minimum of answers to his attempted deep dive and won’t make eye contact with him as if he were a leper with his arms hanging on by the last thread of decaying skin. She soon tells Marty that she has a boyfriend and dismisses us.
Not Marty's finest hour. Rob spends thirty minutes kindly picking apart what went wrong for Marty's benefit.
Day Two—Marty’s Comeback
Time is limited for a joint outing, due to other commitments on both sides, but we spend a half-hour together at an outdoor mall where the sun is shining and a brisk breeze is blowing. At around 5 PM, shoppers are hurrying to complete their purchases.
Rob arrives only to be informed that Marty has already identified a prospect in Banana Republic. By now she is paying at the checkout, so Marty sits and waits on a bench outside, eager to redeem himself after yesterday's midnight fiasco. She waltzes out in her cream-and-navy sleeveless dress and ivory heels; even the platinum-blonde hair matches the overall off-white image of deliciousness. Marty pounces:
- Marty: Excuse me! (getting up)
IvoryEyeCandy: (turns and smiles)
Marty: I just saw you leave Banana Republic, and I simply wanted to tell you that you have a magnificent figure...
IvoryEyeCandy: (grinning broadly) Oh thank you!
Marty: ...and now I see you have a delightful smile too...
IvoryEyeCandy: Why thank you!
Marty: ...so you'll see that I simply had to stop you to say hello. What's your name?
A feel-good interaction which Rob says is the best he's seen Marty do, in terms of body language and touch.
Next, Rob street-stops a group of two African-American girls. His chosen target has a well-defined ass made the more appealing in tight royal-blue yoga pants. As Marty watches from the across the street Rob goes heavy on the kino, with hugging, cheek-kissing and general hilarity on the girls' part.
This was actually the same day I did my 25 make-out rejection mission so I was actively aiming to try and make-out with her but no dice.
Note from Mr. Rob—In summary realize this: MARTY IS A LEGEND. He’s fucking old and learning this shit from scratch. His persistence is admirable and has mad balls to fail over and over and not whine or bitch about it. To all of you complainers out there saying this shit is too hard or you can’t get over your limiting beliefs I only have one thing to say. “DEAL WITH THAT SHIT” if this old guy can throw his limiting beliefs out the window so can you! Take action and then take more action. That is all I have to say.
All-in-all, a highly educational, thrilling and FUN couple days out! Thank you Rob for such wonderful company!
Likewise my friend.
