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Of the girls I approached on a recent megamall mission, two stood out. Both beautiful dark-skinned African girls taller than me—just my type! Beauty is too nuanced to express in numbers, but if I had to, the first was 8.8 and the second was a 10—very beautiful, exotic facial features, flawless dark skin, and she even was wearing her Afro hair natural. (Of course, a South Sudanese would've been 11!)
Interestingly both turned out to be Ghanaian—actually not one of the African countries on my radar for most beautiful chicks, but hey.
Approaching the 10 unfortunately only went so-so and she was in a group which she ejected to before I could close. My present policy while I am in my damn Western country only allows me to post on girls that are still live prospects, so I'll have to move along to the other one, not quite as gorgeous, but still nice.
Approach
I did this approach within about 9 minutes of entering the mall, which is awesome because until recently I've long had an incredibly hard time with inhibition and chickening out over and over for hours before finally taking an approach. Helps that I love tall, dark African chicks, but it's mainly from recently discovering how to delete the inhibition.
She was trying out perfume at the front of a shop with fancy self-care products. Stylishly dressed in black. Hair in some upswept braids. Probably 5'10" or maybe 11", though her shoes may have added a bit. A good damn bit younger than me, though I don't look my age.
Didn't quite go in at that point and then a salesman of the store gave her some information. Next she was looking at bottles of some sort of cream on one wall. I worked my way, feigning interest in the products, towards her and stopped about 6 feet from her. Took a gamble she might come closer and she did.
So, I grabbed a bottle, stepped in, and tapped her with it and let her look at it before I said anything. She was momentarily surprised or mildly discombobulated. (The culture here is quite introverted and it's rare strangers would ever talk to each other.) I've at points had a bad habit of squeaking out my opener before getting the girl's full attention, but I did not do that this time.
Once I saw I had her attention, I asked her if this [cream] would be able to soften a particular infamous hardline politician who is causing large inflation in our area. (In actuality my opinion of him is a mixed bag and I don't like his opponents much either, but everybody and their dog hates him here, so I poke fun to open girls because it's so easy. Once he leaves office I will never get laid again. J/K, I hope.)
She smiles a little and tells me she doesn't think it would work, adding, "that man is too stubborn."
Before going in I had noticed, mainly because I was purposely looking for things, that she was wearing some earrings which had a metallic multi-colored pattern that was kind of interesting. I'm not one to actually appreciate fashion and as such I'm slightly reluctant to bring it up, but I often do anyway just for lack of anything better to say—unless she's wearing her Afro hair natural, which I do love. This one wasn't, so I made a rather off-handed, probably monotone remark like, "cute earrings."
Chat
Asked her if she's a student. Turns out to be a recent grad of event management.
At this, I bring up my past involvement in presenting my city's Caribbean events and knowing the guys that run one of the presentation groups. She finds this interesting and we vibe off this for a sec and I note how Trinis love to party.
I then take the opportunity to segue, "but you seem more African," and she confirms and adds that she is from Ghana.
She reciprocated several questions, including asking me my background. I named the European country the majority of my ancestors are from. At least one of the chicks I talked to recently (95% of whom are black girls) who asked my background said it was interesting, though I don't recall if it was this one... it's kind of becoming a blur.
That was actually several generations back; I somewhat qualified it as such, albeit in a minimal, half-assed manner. I feel strange because most people here are immigrants. I probably should explain more proudly.
I ask her, "You from Accra?" Attention perks up a little (it's not something most would've known to ask), and she indicates not originally, but she lived in Accra for 15 years.
I ask her how is Accra, and she relates, being the capital, there's more people, more jobs. She asked if I've been to Ghana, and when I noted I haven't, she said I should go. (Incidentally it's among the countries I've researched living in, but I did not mention this.)
Close
The girl seemed reasonably interested and I didn't want to let things get stale, so I indicated that I had to go but that we should grab coffee some time. She agreed, and it seemed genuine (not like the ones who agree in order to get rid of me).
I'd actually forgotten to exchange names thus far so I did that, then took out my phone and typed it into a contact sheet. She had to correct me on the spelling. I don't think it's a Ghanaian name. Westernish name of Persian origin. (I switch around names for reports, but try to preserve their origin/style.) The 10 did have an African name, which sadly I didn't recall long enough to record despite having repeated it.
As I was navigating to enter a phone number, she asked me if I had Instagram. I'm not sure if it's still like this, but my impression is that you really don't want to be a girl's Insta follower. Plus I have practically zip on there, nothing useful. I don't even have it installed on my current phone so I just told her I don't have it.
My longtime routine has been after date agreement to just grab a girl's number without explanation—it seems fairly obvious you're getting it in order to set up the date. But occasionally a girl might agree to the date but then get uptight when you go for the number. I doubt most of those were solid anyway, but recently I've thought to explain the number's purpose.
But I'm not accustomed to doing this so I may not have been fully clear. I said something approximately like, "Let me grab your number so we can figure out a time."
Unfortunately this seemed to have gotten slightly miscommunicated and the girl stumbled a bit and made a remark about that being a problem because she is busy. I think she thought I was trying to negotiate a time immediately on the spot. I tried to clarify, saying something like, "we can figure it out later."
That was a lot more bumpy than past number closes have typically been, so I will likely go back to just requesting the number without explanation once she's already agreed to meet up.
The girl did tell me her number. Typically I have the girl type it, but in this case I typed it and she confirmed I had it right.
We parted ways in a friendly manner.
But just after the normal parting, I thought to pull a little something that proved useful for callback humor. I had been on the girl's right side, and the front of the store was on her left, so I turned to leave the store, passing behind her, but as I did that I put a hand on her bare right shoulder and told her to try to find something for the politician. This seemed to go well and I left the store in a good mood.
Apart from that I didn't really do kino except for the usual taking her hand on introduction, in this particular case towards the end.
One thing I did not do was to move the girl, and honestly this is something I've basically never done. I tried a couple times recently but neither went well. Most of my approaches are in stores and I can't find any good reason to move the girl in a way that seems natural. It's not like there's anywhere to sit her down, or to get her out of the way of traffic, or what have you. I'm not sure how crucial this is, I have gotten laid from day game without moving the girl. This particular girl did stay put as long as I wanted her to.
Minimal Text
About an hour later I sent her the usual text:
Hey Soraya, it's Phoenix.. nice meeting you! Save my #
Intentionally, this does not imply expectation of a response. With that said, in my experience thus far, girls sometimes do reply anyway, and whether the girl replies is a strong predictor of whether she's ever going to answer anything. So I was disappointed when she didn't respond. And a bit surprised—in person it seemed to have gone fairly well.
I let this go a couple days, then this past Sunday afternoon, I decide to try a little callback humour:
So Soraya, were you finally able to find something to soften Mr. [Politician], or do we have to put up with [the inflation] for the rest of eternity?
An hour or so later:
Hey!
Hahaa! I couldn't find any
About an hour later:
That's it, no discounts for you! So, how's your week looking? I should have some time tomorrow or Wed.
No answer a day and a half later.
Interestingly both turned out to be Ghanaian—actually not one of the African countries on my radar for most beautiful chicks, but hey.
Approaching the 10 unfortunately only went so-so and she was in a group which she ejected to before I could close. My present policy while I am in my damn Western country only allows me to post on girls that are still live prospects, so I'll have to move along to the other one, not quite as gorgeous, but still nice.
Approach
I did this approach within about 9 minutes of entering the mall, which is awesome because until recently I've long had an incredibly hard time with inhibition and chickening out over and over for hours before finally taking an approach. Helps that I love tall, dark African chicks, but it's mainly from recently discovering how to delete the inhibition.
She was trying out perfume at the front of a shop with fancy self-care products. Stylishly dressed in black. Hair in some upswept braids. Probably 5'10" or maybe 11", though her shoes may have added a bit. A good damn bit younger than me, though I don't look my age.
Didn't quite go in at that point and then a salesman of the store gave her some information. Next she was looking at bottles of some sort of cream on one wall. I worked my way, feigning interest in the products, towards her and stopped about 6 feet from her. Took a gamble she might come closer and she did.
So, I grabbed a bottle, stepped in, and tapped her with it and let her look at it before I said anything. She was momentarily surprised or mildly discombobulated. (The culture here is quite introverted and it's rare strangers would ever talk to each other.) I've at points had a bad habit of squeaking out my opener before getting the girl's full attention, but I did not do that this time.
Once I saw I had her attention, I asked her if this [cream] would be able to soften a particular infamous hardline politician who is causing large inflation in our area. (In actuality my opinion of him is a mixed bag and I don't like his opponents much either, but everybody and their dog hates him here, so I poke fun to open girls because it's so easy. Once he leaves office I will never get laid again. J/K, I hope.)
She smiles a little and tells me she doesn't think it would work, adding, "that man is too stubborn."
Before going in I had noticed, mainly because I was purposely looking for things, that she was wearing some earrings which had a metallic multi-colored pattern that was kind of interesting. I'm not one to actually appreciate fashion and as such I'm slightly reluctant to bring it up, but I often do anyway just for lack of anything better to say—unless she's wearing her Afro hair natural, which I do love. This one wasn't, so I made a rather off-handed, probably monotone remark like, "cute earrings."
Chat
Asked her if she's a student. Turns out to be a recent grad of event management.
At this, I bring up my past involvement in presenting my city's Caribbean events and knowing the guys that run one of the presentation groups. She finds this interesting and we vibe off this for a sec and I note how Trinis love to party.
I then take the opportunity to segue, "but you seem more African," and she confirms and adds that she is from Ghana.
She reciprocated several questions, including asking me my background. I named the European country the majority of my ancestors are from. At least one of the chicks I talked to recently (95% of whom are black girls) who asked my background said it was interesting, though I don't recall if it was this one... it's kind of becoming a blur.
That was actually several generations back; I somewhat qualified it as such, albeit in a minimal, half-assed manner. I feel strange because most people here are immigrants. I probably should explain more proudly.
I ask her, "You from Accra?" Attention perks up a little (it's not something most would've known to ask), and she indicates not originally, but she lived in Accra for 15 years.
I ask her how is Accra, and she relates, being the capital, there's more people, more jobs. She asked if I've been to Ghana, and when I noted I haven't, she said I should go. (Incidentally it's among the countries I've researched living in, but I did not mention this.)
Close
The girl seemed reasonably interested and I didn't want to let things get stale, so I indicated that I had to go but that we should grab coffee some time. She agreed, and it seemed genuine (not like the ones who agree in order to get rid of me).
I'd actually forgotten to exchange names thus far so I did that, then took out my phone and typed it into a contact sheet. She had to correct me on the spelling. I don't think it's a Ghanaian name. Westernish name of Persian origin. (I switch around names for reports, but try to preserve their origin/style.) The 10 did have an African name, which sadly I didn't recall long enough to record despite having repeated it.
As I was navigating to enter a phone number, she asked me if I had Instagram. I'm not sure if it's still like this, but my impression is that you really don't want to be a girl's Insta follower. Plus I have practically zip on there, nothing useful. I don't even have it installed on my current phone so I just told her I don't have it.
My longtime routine has been after date agreement to just grab a girl's number without explanation—it seems fairly obvious you're getting it in order to set up the date. But occasionally a girl might agree to the date but then get uptight when you go for the number. I doubt most of those were solid anyway, but recently I've thought to explain the number's purpose.
But I'm not accustomed to doing this so I may not have been fully clear. I said something approximately like, "Let me grab your number so we can figure out a time."
Unfortunately this seemed to have gotten slightly miscommunicated and the girl stumbled a bit and made a remark about that being a problem because she is busy. I think she thought I was trying to negotiate a time immediately on the spot. I tried to clarify, saying something like, "we can figure it out later."
That was a lot more bumpy than past number closes have typically been, so I will likely go back to just requesting the number without explanation once she's already agreed to meet up.
The girl did tell me her number. Typically I have the girl type it, but in this case I typed it and she confirmed I had it right.
We parted ways in a friendly manner.
But just after the normal parting, I thought to pull a little something that proved useful for callback humor. I had been on the girl's right side, and the front of the store was on her left, so I turned to leave the store, passing behind her, but as I did that I put a hand on her bare right shoulder and told her to try to find something for the politician. This seemed to go well and I left the store in a good mood.
Apart from that I didn't really do kino except for the usual taking her hand on introduction, in this particular case towards the end.
One thing I did not do was to move the girl, and honestly this is something I've basically never done. I tried a couple times recently but neither went well. Most of my approaches are in stores and I can't find any good reason to move the girl in a way that seems natural. It's not like there's anywhere to sit her down, or to get her out of the way of traffic, or what have you. I'm not sure how crucial this is, I have gotten laid from day game without moving the girl. This particular girl did stay put as long as I wanted her to.
Minimal Text
About an hour later I sent her the usual text:
Hey Soraya, it's Phoenix.. nice meeting you! Save my #
Intentionally, this does not imply expectation of a response. With that said, in my experience thus far, girls sometimes do reply anyway, and whether the girl replies is a strong predictor of whether she's ever going to answer anything. So I was disappointed when she didn't respond. And a bit surprised—in person it seemed to have gone fairly well.
I let this go a couple days, then this past Sunday afternoon, I decide to try a little callback humour:
So Soraya, were you finally able to find something to soften Mr. [Politician], or do we have to put up with [the inflation] for the rest of eternity?
An hour or so later:
Hey!
Hahaa! I couldn't find any
About an hour later:
That's it, no discounts for you! So, how's your week looking? I should have some time tomorrow or Wed.
No answer a day and a half later.
