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I go out without any specific task - besides *not* trying to open girls without them giving an IOI first (as suggested by). I know that my product "night game" is currently "bad" for some reason. Without having any new idea on how to approach, I don't want to put it out there on the market and having to suffer the reactions. Maybe I'll even have to accept what I fear and tried to ignore for a long time: "Night game requires social proof."
One girl of my type is getting touchy with an average guy. I'm happy for them. I myself don't talk to even one new girl.
I talk to the club's new and sexy hostess, saying whatever pops up in my mind, but she seems very reserved ... and it seems to go nowhere. I'm on my way home and while I look at the street I walked alone so many times, I notice the usual sadness arise. Even though I didn't have any "super bad" experiences tonight, I realize that this street is already associated with that sadness.
I stop right there and sit down. I let my mind wander. During about half an hour these thoughts pass:
* "The hostess didn't show any IOI. She even just walked off when I was looking the other direction for a second - again! She had done that last week as well."
* "But I will not have added any experience to my night if I go home now - I will not have anything to write about in a FR"
* "I will be alone at home tomorrow during the day."
* "It's *possible* --- I cannot *know* if she likes me until I offer her a chance to find out."
* "Believe" (viewtopic.php?f=5&t=12003#p61541 - thanks lao che)
* "She's here from another country just for a couple of weeks by now - she must be happy to make new friends."
* "There were times as teens, when we went up to a girl against all odds and SIMPLY TRIED - And were so happy and even surprised, when she said yesss!!"
* "I'm just being selfish if I refuse to even try to figure out what the girl wants (https://www.girlschase.com/content/how-v ... luck-women)
* "I should at least give her the chance to meet me again - the earlier the better, because the more often I see her in the club, the more awkward it will feel to ask her out."
* "'The easiest thing I've ever done was to earn a million dollars. The most difficult thing I've ever done was to believe it can happen to me.' (Les Brown) I guess it would be just plain weak if I, in turn, couldn't believe I could date that girl."
On my way back to the club I wonder how I'd handle it if she's in a conversation upon arrival, but I *stop* the thought: Firstly, there's no way I could ever know what exactly will be the situation beforehand. Secondly, I realize I am imagining all the things that can "go wrong".
She's being hit on by a pretty handsome guy. He has his hand on her waist and in a moment she leans in. For a moment I wonder if he might be her boyfriend, because I interpret what I see as him being jealous about me standing there.
Anyway she blows him off. She calls him "Ricky Martin", so I point out that, being a girl, it may be quite hard to pick up Ricky Martin xD It's morning already. She puts on her jacket, so I tell her I'll accompany her some steps towards her home.
It's just around the block ... "What you say to having ice cream together today?" She doesn't answer directly. I let it flow. At her door we keep talking a little more and I finally get back to the topic. Neither of us has a phone so I remember her number. In case I don't remember it, *she* actually tells me an exact time I could find her right here at her place.
So I guess I got myself a date with one of those so-sought-after hired guns.
One girl of my type is getting touchy with an average guy. I'm happy for them. I myself don't talk to even one new girl.
I talk to the club's new and sexy hostess, saying whatever pops up in my mind, but she seems very reserved ... and it seems to go nowhere. I'm on my way home and while I look at the street I walked alone so many times, I notice the usual sadness arise. Even though I didn't have any "super bad" experiences tonight, I realize that this street is already associated with that sadness.
I stop right there and sit down. I let my mind wander. During about half an hour these thoughts pass:
* "The hostess didn't show any IOI. She even just walked off when I was looking the other direction for a second - again! She had done that last week as well."
* "But I will not have added any experience to my night if I go home now - I will not have anything to write about in a FR"
* "I will be alone at home tomorrow during the day."
* "It's *possible* --- I cannot *know* if she likes me until I offer her a chance to find out."
* "Believe" (viewtopic.php?f=5&t=12003#p61541 - thanks lao che)
* "She's here from another country just for a couple of weeks by now - she must be happy to make new friends."
* "There were times as teens, when we went up to a girl against all odds and SIMPLY TRIED - And were so happy and even surprised, when she said yesss!!"
* "I'm just being selfish if I refuse to even try to figure out what the girl wants (https://www.girlschase.com/content/how-v ... luck-women)
* "I should at least give her the chance to meet me again - the earlier the better, because the more often I see her in the club, the more awkward it will feel to ask her out."
* "'The easiest thing I've ever done was to earn a million dollars. The most difficult thing I've ever done was to believe it can happen to me.' (Les Brown) I guess it would be just plain weak if I, in turn, couldn't believe I could date that girl."
On my way back to the club I wonder how I'd handle it if she's in a conversation upon arrival, but I *stop* the thought: Firstly, there's no way I could ever know what exactly will be the situation beforehand. Secondly, I realize I am imagining all the things that can "go wrong".
She's being hit on by a pretty handsome guy. He has his hand on her waist and in a moment she leans in. For a moment I wonder if he might be her boyfriend, because I interpret what I see as him being jealous about me standing there.
Anyway she blows him off. She calls him "Ricky Martin", so I point out that, being a girl, it may be quite hard to pick up Ricky Martin xD It's morning already. She puts on her jacket, so I tell her I'll accompany her some steps towards her home.
It's just around the block ... "What you say to having ice cream together today?" She doesn't answer directly. I let it flow. At her door we keep talking a little more and I finally get back to the topic. Neither of us has a phone so I remember her number. In case I don't remember it, *she* actually tells me an exact time I could find her right here at her place.
So I guess I got myself a date with one of those so-sought-after hired guns.