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Hey friends, I'd like to report on three recent interactions where in each case the woman turned out to be off the market, and I consequently bailed, but the Zen of action sent us off with a spring in my step and a smile on her face 
It's days like these when I feel there's nothing so beautiful as meeting a new girl and giving her happy feelings!
It has occurred to me that as men, we enjoy a great privilege... while women have the ultimate decision-making power in terms of saying yes or no, we can approach whomsoever we choose. As a woman you can pine for that sexy man forever, and give him as many approach invitations as you wish, but if he won't come say hello, there's nothing much you can do about it. As men, it is within our gift to make a woman's day... and then if she declines still, that is by her own choice and not for lack of opportunity. You can be happy that you did what was within your power as a man. Throw away that gift, and what sexual power do you have left?
I had one other promising interaction yesterday, but I want to see whether anything develops before writing up my report. So, on to the attached ladies...
Wed, 1/15/2014
I was passing the Federal Reserve in our city at about noon when a pretty young girl of about 28 or so gave me a very obvious approach invitation: stared at me hard, held eye contact and smiled. She was blond, hair worn just off of the shoulders in a neat carré, and her tight, inviting body enveloped in a tailored maroon skirt-suit above the knee.
Right after she passed I turned and caught up immediately and opened her direct, saying that she had a lovely smile—my thinking was that not only does this reward her for the invitation, but it subtly sets a chase frame, as it implies that I noticed she looked at me first.
She was delighted and we started talking. She started telling me about herself and asked about me too. After a couple minutes I asked whether she was headed to lunch, planning to move her or number close; she said she had recently gotten married and was going to the bank to change her name on her accounts. I congratulated her, made very brief small talk and wished her a good day. The whole interaction took place in a relaxed and happy atmosphere. She was visibly thrilled at having been approached in the street in this manner and went off with a big smile.
Sun, 1/19/2014
I was short on citrus fruit for drinks for some guests, so I headed to Kroger which is walking distance from my house. With the lemons and limes already in my basket, I was about to check out when a pretty blond girl passed by, pushing a large cart. Her eyes flicked over to me for half a second, then she glanced away again and walked past. My newly-formed habits kicked in and the wheels in my mind started whirring. I checked her out from behind and noticed an absolute gift for the man who loves genuine interest openers...
Her blond hair cascaded off of her shoulders, halfway down her back, like a waterfall sparkling in golden sunlight; the eddies and currents were twisting, helical whorls that began around her shoulder blade and continued to just above her pert, yoga-pant-clad ass. I came up beside her and opened, standing very close but without looking directly at her:
Mon, 1/20/2014
I was at the park on the running track, doing some sprint training. At the end of my fourth interval, I stopped to rest and noticed a young girl, maybe 26 or so, sitting on the stone steps leading to the athletic area. She had a professional-looking camera slung around her neck and was lost in thought. She was a brunette, passably pretty, slim, dressed in ripped jeans and a beige turtleneck that flattered her attractive figure, with a colorful neck-scarf at her pale, soft throat.
I sat on the stone balustrade and waited to see whether I could get her attention suavely. At that moment there was a disturbance in the tree above, she met my eye and stage-whispered: "It's a red woodpecker. My favorite bird!"
I smiled and held eye contact. At that moment her cell buzzed; she grabbed it and said "I'll call you back", then whispered to me again: "My brother!" and rolled her eyes.
She got up on tiptoe and spent some two minutes stalking the bird around the tree, snapping away at intervals. Finally the woodpecker flapped off into the distance. I stood and she came to where I was standing.
I told her I wanted to speak with her before she called her brother back and she laughed. I asked her name, talked about her job, where she'd lived. She asked me a few questions too. When she asked what I was doing in the park, I said I had been running but was then momentarily distracted by a pretty girl taking pictures of birds. I asked if she wanted to accompany me on a stroll; she declined, saying she had things to do, but the tone indicated something else.
So I asked if she'd like to have tea with me some day soon. She said she had a boyfriend, but said she was really flattered. She was all smiles and took my hand again at the end of the interaction; I'd have cheek-kissed her if I hadn't been concerned about being too sweaty. I got the impression she was a happy girl. A nice person to be around!
It's days like these when I feel there's nothing so beautiful as meeting a new girl and giving her happy feelings!It has occurred to me that as men, we enjoy a great privilege... while women have the ultimate decision-making power in terms of saying yes or no, we can approach whomsoever we choose. As a woman you can pine for that sexy man forever, and give him as many approach invitations as you wish, but if he won't come say hello, there's nothing much you can do about it. As men, it is within our gift to make a woman's day... and then if she declines still, that is by her own choice and not for lack of opportunity. You can be happy that you did what was within your power as a man. Throw away that gift, and what sexual power do you have left?
I had one other promising interaction yesterday, but I want to see whether anything develops before writing up my report. So, on to the attached ladies...
Wed, 1/15/2014
I was passing the Federal Reserve in our city at about noon when a pretty young girl of about 28 or so gave me a very obvious approach invitation: stared at me hard, held eye contact and smiled. She was blond, hair worn just off of the shoulders in a neat carré, and her tight, inviting body enveloped in a tailored maroon skirt-suit above the knee.
Right after she passed I turned and caught up immediately and opened her direct, saying that she had a lovely smile—my thinking was that not only does this reward her for the invitation, but it subtly sets a chase frame, as it implies that I noticed she looked at me first.
She was delighted and we started talking. She started telling me about herself and asked about me too. After a couple minutes I asked whether she was headed to lunch, planning to move her or number close; she said she had recently gotten married and was going to the bank to change her name on her accounts. I congratulated her, made very brief small talk and wished her a good day. The whole interaction took place in a relaxed and happy atmosphere. She was visibly thrilled at having been approached in the street in this manner and went off with a big smile.
Sun, 1/19/2014
I was short on citrus fruit for drinks for some guests, so I headed to Kroger which is walking distance from my house. With the lemons and limes already in my basket, I was about to check out when a pretty blond girl passed by, pushing a large cart. Her eyes flicked over to me for half a second, then she glanced away again and walked past. My newly-formed habits kicked in and the wheels in my mind started whirring. I checked her out from behind and noticed an absolute gift for the man who loves genuine interest openers...
Her blond hair cascaded off of her shoulders, halfway down her back, like a waterfall sparkling in golden sunlight; the eddies and currents were twisting, helical whorls that began around her shoulder blade and continued to just above her pert, yoga-pant-clad ass. I came up beside her and opened, standing very close but without looking directly at her:
- Marty: How do you make your hair do that?
- Marty: ...I mean, those corkscrew-style curls look incredible—they're beautiful, and suit you so well!
Girl: (at a loss)...Well, thank you, I'm so flattered!
- Girl: (a little awkwardly) It's nice chatting with you!
Marty: It's nice chatting with you too... why don't we continue our conversation over coffee some day?
Girl: Oh, well... now... that is a good idea, but...
Marty: (wink, smiling) It's not that difficult a question, is it?
Girl: (sighing) It is kinda difficult, actually, because... well, I have a boyfriend.
Marty: Now there's a surprise! Well, we could always make it just coffee, then it'd be okay, wouldn't it?
Girl: (laughing) I guess... I mean, I'd love to, but he probably wouldn't really like it, you know...
Marty: (dramatically pausing, looking off into the dairy section) You know, when I first moved to the States...
Girl: (now looking at me very curiously) Yes?
Marty: ...I didn't really expect that these independent, self-sufficient, feminist women would set too much store by what their menfolk liked or didn't like them doing....
Girl: (a look of sadness clouding her blue eyes) I know. But when you've been together a long time— (trails off)
Marty: (smiling, looking directly into her eyes) I know. I was just teasing.
Girl: (smiling again) I know you were.
Marty: It was nice talking to you.
Girl: I liked talking to you too.
Mon, 1/20/2014
I was at the park on the running track, doing some sprint training. At the end of my fourth interval, I stopped to rest and noticed a young girl, maybe 26 or so, sitting on the stone steps leading to the athletic area. She had a professional-looking camera slung around her neck and was lost in thought. She was a brunette, passably pretty, slim, dressed in ripped jeans and a beige turtleneck that flattered her attractive figure, with a colorful neck-scarf at her pale, soft throat.
I sat on the stone balustrade and waited to see whether I could get her attention suavely. At that moment there was a disturbance in the tree above, she met my eye and stage-whispered: "It's a red woodpecker. My favorite bird!"
I smiled and held eye contact. At that moment her cell buzzed; she grabbed it and said "I'll call you back", then whispered to me again: "My brother!" and rolled her eyes.
She got up on tiptoe and spent some two minutes stalking the bird around the tree, snapping away at intervals. Finally the woodpecker flapped off into the distance. I stood and she came to where I was standing.
I told her I wanted to speak with her before she called her brother back and she laughed. I asked her name, talked about her job, where she'd lived. She asked me a few questions too. When she asked what I was doing in the park, I said I had been running but was then momentarily distracted by a pretty girl taking pictures of birds. I asked if she wanted to accompany me on a stroll; she declined, saying she had things to do, but the tone indicated something else.
So I asked if she'd like to have tea with me some day soon. She said she had a boyfriend, but said she was really flattered. She was all smiles and took my hand again at the end of the interaction; I'd have cheek-kissed her if I hadn't been concerned about being too sweaty. I got the impression she was a happy girl. A nice person to be around!
