This is my second field report.
Tonight, I went out again with @Prometeo . An interesting night with lessons—though I’m left with a bittersweet feeling and some disappointment.
We started at a hybrid venue—part bar, part club. The vibe was chill enough to talk without shouting, making it great for opening sets. Plenty of girls aged between 22–27, plus a big birthday group celebrating their 30s.
I opened a group of two guys and one girl, just to loosen up and calibrate. I asked them about good spots to go later. The girl responded warmly, was polite and open, though the guys mostly ignored me. No big deal—just wanted to break the ice.
Went to the bathroom, and when I came back, Prometheus was already in set with a guy and a girl. I tried to join, but the girl quickly left with a friend, so we were left talking to the guy. Not much to salvage there.
Then Prometheus opens a pair of pretty solid girls with a casual, playful question:
Within a minute, the girls are emotionally invested in the convo. I was surprised at how fast the hook happened. Prometheus focused on one, I spoke with the other. It was a light, pleasant conversation, but nothing really noteworthy. Eventually, their friends showed up and the set fizzled out.
Before we left the venue, I headed to the bathroom. On the way, I ran into two very cute 22-year-old girls entering as well. I said:
They laughed—it landed well. As I left, I ran into one of them again, she smiled brightly at me. I teased her:
She laughed again. Good vibes. We moved on to the next spot.
We arrive at the second club. Not even 5 seconds in, and I catch eyes with a Venezuelan girl giving me a deep, locked gaze. I walk up straight away and say:
She looks surprised.
She laughs. We start talking. She’s from Venezuela, I tell her I love that, and that I’m from [X]. Connection sparks immediately. She’s been living here for two years and works at a perfume store.
I ask her to recommend me a scent. Then I ask her to smell mine—she leans in, does it, and says she likes it. She tries to guess the scent; and fails the first time but gets it on the second. It’s fun, playful. Lots of eye contact. Smiles. Banter. I’m loving it.
She starts getting really receptive—strong kino, and she’s totally okay with it, maybe even enjoying it. Constant light touching, lots of playful teasing. Then that moment comes—she stares into my eyes, unblinking, deep, warm, almost puppy-like. I hold the gaze. I'm watching her lips every time we speak. She doesn’t back off.
But I stall.
Like an idiot, I ask her if she dances. I ask if she prefers bachata or merengue. She says bachata. I say, “We’ll dance later.”
Then I start monologuing like a fool:
I tell her I don’t use Instagram, that I prefer meeting people in real life, that this is how I get to know someone to see if there’s real connection. I tell her I just wanted to talk to her, naturally.
Like an idiot, I ask her if she dances. I ask if she prefers bachata or merengue. She says bachata. I say, “We’ll dance later.”
Then I start monologuing like a fool:
I tell her I don’t use Instagram, that I prefer meeting people in real life, that this is how I get to know someone to see if there’s real connection. I tell her I just wanted to talk to her, naturally.
She tells me "You're such a smooth talker"
I say:
She gives me those puppy eyes again...
And again—I hesitate.
A few minutes later, with the energy dropping, I finally go for the kiss.
She turns her face, gives me her cheek.
Then she says:
I try to play it cool and keep the conversation going. Ask where she lives. Try to ease the tension. But the flow is broken.
To save the vibe, I go for a “psychological game”:
A visualization story—walking through a field, seeing a house, describing the door, etc.
She starts disengaging. She’s no longer present. Silence settles.
She doesn’t walk away... but she’s clearly uncomfortable.
I try to break the awkwardness:
And that’s it. She leaves.
I’m here mainly to get your thoughts on the last interaction with the Venezuelan girl.
She clearly distanced herself from her brother to keep talking to me. She seemed interested. Even during lulls in the conversation, she would fill the silence, but still refused me; i think that for having lost the momentum... I really appreciate any advice you guys can give.
Tonight, I went out again with @Prometeo . An interesting night with lessons—though I’m left with a bittersweet feeling and some disappointment.
Venue 1: Bar-Club Mix – Warm-Up and Calibration
We started at a hybrid venue—part bar, part club. The vibe was chill enough to talk without shouting, making it great for opening sets. Plenty of girls aged between 22–27, plus a big birthday group celebrating their 30s.
Soft Start – Calibration
I opened a group of two guys and one girl, just to loosen up and calibrate. I asked them about good spots to go later. The girl responded warmly, was polite and open, though the guys mostly ignored me. No big deal—just wanted to break the ice.
Went to the bathroom, and when I came back, Prometheus was already in set with a guy and a girl. I tried to join, but the girl quickly left with a friend, so we were left talking to the guy. Not much to salvage there.
First Real Hook: Emotional Engagement
Then Prometheus opens a pair of pretty solid girls with a casual, playful question:
Within a minute, the girls are emotionally invested in the convo. I was surprised at how fast the hook happened. Prometheus focused on one, I spoke with the other. It was a light, pleasant conversation, but nothing really noteworthy. Eventually, their friends showed up and the set fizzled out.
Bathroom Flirtation: Spontaneous Play
Before we left the venue, I headed to the bathroom. On the way, I ran into two very cute 22-year-old girls entering as well. I said:
They laughed—it landed well. As I left, I ran into one of them again, she smiled brightly at me. I teased her:
She laughed again. Good vibes. We moved on to the next spot.
Venue 2: Nightclub – The Venezuelan Girl
We arrive at the second club. Not even 5 seconds in, and I catch eyes with a Venezuelan girl giving me a deep, locked gaze. I walk up straight away and say:
She looks surprised.
She laughs. We start talking. She’s from Venezuela, I tell her I love that, and that I’m from [X]. Connection sparks immediately. She’s been living here for two years and works at a perfume store.
I ask her to recommend me a scent. Then I ask her to smell mine—she leans in, does it, and says she likes it. She tries to guess the scent; and fails the first time but gets it on the second. It’s fun, playful. Lots of eye contact. Smiles. Banter. I’m loving it.
Strong Signals – Missed Window
She starts getting really receptive—strong kino, and she’s totally okay with it, maybe even enjoying it. Constant light touching, lots of playful teasing. Then that moment comes—she stares into my eyes, unblinking, deep, warm, almost puppy-like. I hold the gaze. I'm watching her lips every time we speak. She doesn’t back off.
But I stall.
Like an idiot, I ask her if she dances. I ask if she prefers bachata or merengue. She says bachata. I say, “We’ll dance later.”
Then I start monologuing like a fool:
I tell her I don’t use Instagram, that I prefer meeting people in real life, that this is how I get to know someone to see if there’s real connection. I tell her I just wanted to talk to her, naturally.
Like an idiot, I ask her if she dances. I ask if she prefers bachata or merengue. She says bachata. I say, “We’ll dance later.”
Then I start monologuing like a fool:
I tell her I don’t use Instagram, that I prefer meeting people in real life, that this is how I get to know someone to see if there’s real connection. I tell her I just wanted to talk to her, naturally.
She tells me "You're such a smooth talker"
I say:
She gives me those puppy eyes again...
And again—I hesitate.
The Moment I Blew It
A few minutes later, with the energy dropping, I finally go for the kiss.
She turns her face, gives me her cheek.
Then she says:
I try to play it cool and keep the conversation going. Ask where she lives. Try to ease the tension. But the flow is broken.
To save the vibe, I go for a “psychological game”:
A visualization story—walking through a field, seeing a house, describing the door, etc.
She starts disengaging. She’s no longer present. Silence settles.
She doesn’t walk away... but she’s clearly uncomfortable.
I try to break the awkwardness:
And that’s it. She leaves.
Final Thoughts: Analysis Needed
I’m here mainly to get your thoughts on the last interaction with the Venezuelan girl.
- Should a kiss be asked for or just given?
- Is it all about the momentum?
- Do I need to build more trust, even in a nightclub setting?
She clearly distanced herself from her brother to keep talking to me. She seemed interested. Even during lulls in the conversation, she would fill the silence, but still refused me; i think that for having lost the momentum... I really appreciate any advice you guys can give.
