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As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve traditionally been an online guy. As of the last few months i’ve become increasingly disillusioned with online in general and the gaps in the front end of my game have proven a weakness too great to ignore. 4 days ago, after another mediocre online date and lay, I found myself lamenting over the phone to @DoWhatWorks and vowed to renounce the apps in favour of cold approach daygame.
Yesterday, I had some errands to run in the western end of the city, and figured i’d kill two birds with one stone by getting 4 approaches in aswell. I brought my drawing gear with me, as my intent was to draw statues at the museum whilst finding open targets there. This proved very fruitful..
I made my first approach before setting off. A cute girl stopped with me at a light as i was walking my bike. She gave the tell tale signs of somebody checking me out - head on a swivel looking to and fro and past me, as though looking hard for something. Light still red but no traffic, I decide to cross. She takes the opportunity to cross with me. She gets up in front of me and I shoot from the hip. The approach is terrible but the intent is to warm myself up..
“That’s a lovely dress you’re wearing or should i say skirt..”
She thanks me over her shoulder awkwardly.
“Did you make it yourself?”
“Nah” she says awkwardly and hurriedly again.
She stops a few paces ahead checks her phone and turns in the other direction as though she had misread the directions on google maps.
I analyzed this approach briefly.
Approaching (more calling out to her) from behind, she hadn’t a chance to check me out properly. Risk averse as women are this approach put a lot of pressure on her and bailing was the obvious path of least resistance for her, hence the “rejection”.
Cool. I make the hour cycle journey, complete my errands and head to the art museum.
I post up on a bench by the classical sculptures and begin drawing. Almost immediately I find girls passing and hovering. One striking girl in particular, dressed in white, circles back and looks at a sculpture about 10 feet from me. I scout my mind for something incidental to say to her.
I notice her white clothes and how brave one would need to be to wear all white on a day out, given white clothing’s susceptibility to dirt and grime.
I shoot from the hip again, voice raised..
“You’re very brave…” I start.
She looks up at me, smiles a wide smile, bashful and surprised. She makes a quick exit without giving me a chance to finish..
I analyze this approach. Again putting her on the spot, voice raised in a relatively quiet museum without qualifying my reason for speaking to her or giving her an easy hook to respond to. She bailed again following the path of least resistance.
I chuckle to myself and continue my drawing.
About 30 minutes pass, within which several girls show curiosity. One even boldly snaps a picture of me as I draw.
At some point I notice a cute tan skinned girl in a full white outfit pass me several times. My radar goes off that she likes me as i catch her checking me out. She disappears out of view and i know i must make an approach.
I round the corner and find her staring intently at a sculpture. I approach from the side, get her attention and compliment her sense of style. She thanks me, and then I transition into the opener i’d created unsuccessfully for the first girl in white.
“you’re very brave to be wearing all white like this..i’d have had dirt and grime all over me by now. kudos”
She self deprecated and tells me not to look too close.
We start walking and talking between looking at art. I ask about her and where she’s from.
American cuban mix from the midwest. 21 and here alone on her first holiday out of the states. This presents lots to deep dive her on and we continue our talk for near an hour or so. Perusing the gallery.
Juicier topics touch on freedom, creepy men, desire for sexual freedom based on choice and desire as opposed to a reactionary feminist ideology. Incidental touch and the eye contact is electric between us..
These are fractionated with me teasing, talks on family, shared interests, desires for the future and passions. Eventually I suggest we bail and get food or a drink.
On our way to the strip with food and drink shops, she suggests I show her my art at my place. She couldn’t have given me a bigger escalation window…
The problem though, was that we were an hour away from my place by train, i had cycled down, and my place was a mess.
I tell her this is a good idea and that if she’s free in the evening we can make it work. My plan was to grab a drink with her, bail at a high point with the intent to ping her and invite her over once i’d got home and cleaned.
I wrap up the instadate, tell her i’ll message her once i’ve settled in and freshened up, and she can come over. To this she replies with a warm “maybe..”.
I tell her “cool, do what you feel
” and head home.
I call DWW on the ride home to debrief and discuss the right approach to getting her out again. He has far more daygame experience than I so his advice is trusted.
He suggests I don’t call her and video ping her instead to recall warm feelings and increase likelihood of her coming out again.
I do exactly this once i get home. She responds immediately to the video ping and we make plans for her to come over.
Over she comes, and off come her clothes. Her body is stunning.
Hours of shenanigans ensue. She spends the night. And this marks my first official lay from daygame.
To many more…
Yesterday, I had some errands to run in the western end of the city, and figured i’d kill two birds with one stone by getting 4 approaches in aswell. I brought my drawing gear with me, as my intent was to draw statues at the museum whilst finding open targets there. This proved very fruitful..
I made my first approach before setting off. A cute girl stopped with me at a light as i was walking my bike. She gave the tell tale signs of somebody checking me out - head on a swivel looking to and fro and past me, as though looking hard for something. Light still red but no traffic, I decide to cross. She takes the opportunity to cross with me. She gets up in front of me and I shoot from the hip. The approach is terrible but the intent is to warm myself up..
“That’s a lovely dress you’re wearing or should i say skirt..”
She thanks me over her shoulder awkwardly.
“Did you make it yourself?”
“Nah” she says awkwardly and hurriedly again.
She stops a few paces ahead checks her phone and turns in the other direction as though she had misread the directions on google maps.
I analyzed this approach briefly.
Approaching (more calling out to her) from behind, she hadn’t a chance to check me out properly. Risk averse as women are this approach put a lot of pressure on her and bailing was the obvious path of least resistance for her, hence the “rejection”.
Cool. I make the hour cycle journey, complete my errands and head to the art museum.
I post up on a bench by the classical sculptures and begin drawing. Almost immediately I find girls passing and hovering. One striking girl in particular, dressed in white, circles back and looks at a sculpture about 10 feet from me. I scout my mind for something incidental to say to her.
I notice her white clothes and how brave one would need to be to wear all white on a day out, given white clothing’s susceptibility to dirt and grime.
I shoot from the hip again, voice raised..
“You’re very brave…” I start.
She looks up at me, smiles a wide smile, bashful and surprised. She makes a quick exit without giving me a chance to finish..
I analyze this approach. Again putting her on the spot, voice raised in a relatively quiet museum without qualifying my reason for speaking to her or giving her an easy hook to respond to. She bailed again following the path of least resistance.
I chuckle to myself and continue my drawing.
About 30 minutes pass, within which several girls show curiosity. One even boldly snaps a picture of me as I draw.
At some point I notice a cute tan skinned girl in a full white outfit pass me several times. My radar goes off that she likes me as i catch her checking me out. She disappears out of view and i know i must make an approach.
I round the corner and find her staring intently at a sculpture. I approach from the side, get her attention and compliment her sense of style. She thanks me, and then I transition into the opener i’d created unsuccessfully for the first girl in white.
“you’re very brave to be wearing all white like this..i’d have had dirt and grime all over me by now. kudos”
She self deprecated and tells me not to look too close.
We start walking and talking between looking at art. I ask about her and where she’s from.
American cuban mix from the midwest. 21 and here alone on her first holiday out of the states. This presents lots to deep dive her on and we continue our talk for near an hour or so. Perusing the gallery.
Juicier topics touch on freedom, creepy men, desire for sexual freedom based on choice and desire as opposed to a reactionary feminist ideology. Incidental touch and the eye contact is electric between us..
These are fractionated with me teasing, talks on family, shared interests, desires for the future and passions. Eventually I suggest we bail and get food or a drink.
On our way to the strip with food and drink shops, she suggests I show her my art at my place. She couldn’t have given me a bigger escalation window…
The problem though, was that we were an hour away from my place by train, i had cycled down, and my place was a mess.
I tell her this is a good idea and that if she’s free in the evening we can make it work. My plan was to grab a drink with her, bail at a high point with the intent to ping her and invite her over once i’d got home and cleaned.
I wrap up the instadate, tell her i’ll message her once i’ve settled in and freshened up, and she can come over. To this she replies with a warm “maybe..”.
I tell her “cool, do what you feel
” and head home.I call DWW on the ride home to debrief and discuss the right approach to getting her out again. He has far more daygame experience than I so his advice is trusted.
He suggests I don’t call her and video ping her instead to recall warm feelings and increase likelihood of her coming out again.
I do exactly this once i get home. She responds immediately to the video ping and we make plans for her to come over.
Over she comes, and off come her clothes. Her body is stunning.
Hours of shenanigans ensue. She spends the night. And this marks my first official lay from daygame.
To many more…
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