Back again guys, and todays (yesterday by the time this goes up) approaches where pretty enjoyable experiences so let's get into the nitty gritty of it. Before I go on though I want to know what you guys want out of this journal cause I've just realised that this journal isn't just about me; it's also about you guys learning through this journal if you're not a modern day casanova or getting that feel good spark coursing through you when you help others when girls aren't screaming your names

. So I'm going to figure out what you guys want from this and any feedback will be happily received. So back to the journal, I approached 10 girls today and got 1 number and had a rather interesting approach happen; I think that can go at the end for a small laugh.
The first girl you're going to hear about was a gorgeous greek beauty that was strutting her stuff as she walked home after getting her dissertation back from the uni. Now I was apprehensive about approaching at first cause she looked a lot like a girl that lives in my halls and I'd rather not have that kind of fame spread throughout my accomodation (even though I'm moving in a few hours; hence why I'm typing this so late). Once I was certain that this girl was not who I thought she was I called out to her (we were about 20 feet from each other).
Me: Hey, I saw you walking and I've got to tell you that you are gorgeous... (I wasn't expecting this to go that well as it was my first approach of the day but this opening nets decent results and it's good for when you just can't think of any words)
Now before I could even finsih my senctence she says this (which catches me off guard completely).
Her: Hi, you're gorgeous, you've got a cool British charm about you. (Looks like this girl is familiar with approaching guys

).
Me: Thanks, you're gorgeous yourself, I'm Edd, what's your name?
Her: I'm Hera (might as well seeing as she's greek), I'm so glad that you came over to flirt with me.
Me: Where's the accent from?
Her: I'm from greece.
Me: That's cool, I thought you were putting it on to put me off. How's you're day going?
Her: Yeah, it's going well, I just got my dissertation back from my tutor and I'm going to work on it now. How old are you?
Me: I'm old enough. What are you studying?
Her: I'm trying to get my master's in marketing. I'm the person who tries to sell bullshit to you (we laugh). I'm really glad you came to flirt with me most guys over here are so scared!!
Me: Yeah, guys aren't great, they get scared over the smallest things.
Her: Yeah...... (I can't remember the rest of the conversation from this point but I do know that we joked around about the greek and british stereotypes and I deep dived her a little bit).
We talk for a few minutes, at most 5, and then I go for the number close:
Me: So I'm in a rush, I want to get some shopping done, but you're a cool girl how about we grab some coffee some time?
Her: I'm probably going to be finishing up my dissertation so I won't have the time.
Me: How about this, if you do find some time we can meet up and go for that coffee, if not no worries; here type your number into here.
She goes ahead and plants her number right into my phone and I'm feeling pretty good about my first approach. I dropped her a line later in the day but she hasn't texted back yet but I'll still see if she's free for that date.
Before I move on I should mention to you guys that I did have a date on Monday with a cool girl. I couldn't find the time to get the interaction up seeing as moving place takes priority but I do remember that she "said" she had a boyfriend (it was obvious she didn't from how she was acting). So by the end of the conversation I had got her number (in roughly the same way as above) and then proceeded to have the following conversation over text, I hope you enjoy the next few lines (and notice the similarities between how crap guys are at approaching in the west, but hey that's why there's sites like these):
Me: Hey Jade, it was great meeting you earlier, save my number! Edd
Her: Well hello there! I was wondering if you'd get in touch, I guess you're relieved that I didn't give you the number for a takeaway company. How you doing? x (I decided against not replying cause from past experience as you keep replying. This is what happened with me and my ex. Which is an interesting story itself, the gist of it being that I met her the day before I was to head home for Easter and we ended up having a massive conversation when I was on the train home. Anyway 4 weeks later of non-stop texting between us we go on our date and we end up back at my place in 10 minutes of meeting up. NO JOKE, if I ever find the time I will try and get the messages that lead to this lay.)
Her: Hi Edd, so I have an incredibly awkward conversation to make... I don't actually have a boyfriend, it seems to have become an automatic thing I say
(probably because usually when men talk to me they're absolutely hammered). I was a muppet, I've been kicking myself, and I'm really sorry. Would you still be interested in going for a drink or something sometime? x
Me: That's cool when are you free over the next few days?
We continue and plan the date for the next day in a café that's a 10 minute walk from were I live. She pays and we have a good conversation and have some sexual discussion and we relate and so on. At one point we start joking about having some bdsm fun in the café

. So after about an hour I pull her home and we start making out and then... "we aren't having sex" leaves her lips. I try everything I can think of but it doesn't work. I persist but still nothing and in the end we realise we were after different things, she wanted a boyfriend and not a casual fling. Her frame was stronger than mine and the closest I got was her touching my junk through my jeans. At least I learned that I have to make my intentions clearer.
Anyway back on track with the days approaches. There are 2 I want to talk about but one is riling me up more than the other, and seeing as this is a novel-long entry I'm just going to put one up. It happens that I'm sitting down about to fill my stomach with a sweet chili wrap and crisp (or chips if you're across the pond). There's this cute brunette smoking next to me and I thought "hey I might as well".
Me: How's the cigerette? (I couldn't really think of anything else but what happens after surprises me)
Her: yeah?! It's good thanks. I've never been asked how my cigerette was before. Do you want me to move as you're about to eat?
Me: Nah, it's cool. (I shift my attention to my lunch believing the conversation has just ended)
Her: How's the wrap? (I'm utterly surprised that she's continuing the conversation, my fundamentals must be getting better)
Me: it'll be good when I can get it out of the packaging.
Her: It looks like torture from here.
Me: It feels a bit like BDSM from here (she laugh). How's your day going?
We connect on how we're students at rival universities and joke around a bit. I deep dive her about what she's doing and so on. As she's about to leave to get on with her day I go for the number close.
Me: it's been great talking to you, how about we meet up for coffee some time? Or are you a tea girl?
Her: Oh, I'm sorry I've got a boyfriend but you seem like a really
nice guy.
So I sit there contemplating that last sentence and reviewing the interaction and how to improve it but it hits a key point. I'm too nice. I've been fine with getting numbers the past few days. I've got enough that I'm starting to forget which girls I've got to text about meeting up. However they
don't reply. I don't think I'm hitting the hook point cause I dont get that many girls touching me that much (actually most girls rarely touch me back). I'm not being creepy otherwise the girls would run a mile in seconds, but they don't. At the moment I'm trying to reach the hook point but I couldn't think of a way to get there. At the moment I'm considering that I am actually so nice that the girls forget me after I've left.
So my aim is to become an asshole and become adored by women. This will be hilarious to watch as I've always been raised to be polite and have always connected better with adults than my peers. I'm going to have to find the asshole manual and follow it to the letter.
If you've made it this far without having thoughts of tearing your hair out here's an odd approach that I made and also some bantering that works just incase your imagination is having a day off. First the approach, this girl was quite cute and looked about 17-18 (I'm 19 just incase anyone thinks I'm 27, like my ex thought I was before I told her).
Me: Hey there, I saw you waling by and wanted to tell you that you have lovely hair. I'm Edd.
Her: (stares blankly at me) Umm, okay.
Me: How's your day going?
Her: I'm 13.
Me: ...
And here's the banter line that works nicely if you're running short on ideas. It'll be in bold:
Me: Hey there, I saw you walking and I had to tell you that you are gorgeous. I'm Edd, what's your name?
Her: Thanks, I'm Juliet.
Me: How's your day going?
Her: It's going well.
Me:
So it must've been awful and then you met me and it's been taken to a whole new level of good.
When said in a good way (jokingly and sexily) it always makes the girl laugh. I hope you have fun with it!