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TLDR: met an attractive lady in daytime cold approach; completely failed to hook; proposed a dinner date and grabbed digits; no response to text.
Approach and opening
Late in the afternoon one sunny Saturday a few weeks ago, I was walking through a square in my hometown when I passed a lady around 30 years old, with a very tanned complexion, mid-length brunette hair worn in a bob, and wearing an A-line sundress and dark sunglasses, sitting in direct sunlight at an outdoor table of a café nursing a cocktail. I was headed to a nearby mall to look for a handbag for an upcoming one-day visit to a neighboring country's capital by train. I picked out an excellent handbag (which turned out to be useful not only for trips, but day-to-day: a fine accessory which matches my other dark brown leather items, but that is for a different section of the Forums) and turned back the way I came. The lady was still sitting where I last saw her.
There was something oddly refreshing about her, like a cool drop of condensation on the outside of a water-glass on a hot day: I can't quite place the feeling. Perhaps it was the way she carried herself, even when seated. We'll call her Waterdrop.
I resolved to say hello, and decided to attempt the "authoritative approach" recommended by Chase in the linked article; I have a feeling that I flunked it though.
I approached the table where she was sitting, and from about a meter's distance turned my head to face her, but didn't give her my full body language, which I pointed instead toward the table itself and the empty chair opposite, where I hoped to sit.
Marty: Good afternoon!
Waterdrop: Good afternoon!
Marty: You look very interesting, and I want to meet you.
Waterdrop: Oh! (smiling) Hahahahaha!
Marty: (grinning) I simply couldn't resist it!
Waterdrop: (flirtatious laughter) Hahahahaha!
Marty: What's your name?
Waterdrop: Waterdrop.
Marty: Good to meet you. I'm Marty. (extend my hand and grasp hers gently)
Waterdrop: Good to meet you too, Marty.
Marty: (indicating empty chair with a broad gesture) May I take a seat?
Waterdrop: Certainly.
Conversation and number close
I sat and we began conversation. I remarked that the weather had cooled a little, a relief from the constant heat of past weeks, and she agreed that it was pleasant to be able to sit in the sunshine without the excessive heat. I asked her what she did for a living; she replied that she was an assistant in a construction firm. I remarked that it was probably a lot of responsibility supporting a busy executive, but she broke rapport and responded "Not really".
Marty: So you're just chilling in the sunshine this afternoon?
Waterdrop: Yes. Did you see the Brazilian festival in the main city square? I just got done there; they're packing up now.
Marty: Ah that's what it was. I went for a run this morning in the park and heard some drumming.
Waterdrop: Yeah, there was dancing; it was pretty good actually.
Marty: Do you dance yourself?
Waterdrop: Not professionally.
Marty: Ah, you mean you do a little social dancing?
Waterdrop: Yeah, on and off.
Marty: What about performances? You say you enjoyed the dance show, do you visit the theater often?
Waterdrop: Yes actually, I like ballet.
The conversation was factual and devoid of any real connection. I asked what part of town she lived, and when she reciprocated, I mentioned I spent about half of each year living here, but she didn't take the bait and ask where I spent the rest of my time, let alone why. Time to exit:
Marty: Well, I shan't keep you from enjoying your cocktail on this lovely day. Would you like to get dinner sometime?
Waterdrop: Sure!
Marty: Here, let me grab your number.
I handed her my phone and asked what messaging app she preferred to be contacted on; she said WhatsApp, which is unsurprising in this part of the world. I left her to finish up her afternoon café session and wished her a good evening.
Texting
About 90 minutes after I left her, at 18:45, I sent an icebreaker:
Marty: Good evening, Waterdrop. Happy to have met a fellow ballet enthusiast! Save my number, please Marty
 Marty
No response. Ten days later, Tuesday evening:
Marty: Good evening, Waterdrop, I hope that you had a nice weekend. How does your schedule look for this week? Would an invitation to dinner on, say, Thursday or Friday suit you?
No response. As mentioned above, I had been unable to find any topics to connect on during the initial conversation, so I wasn't too surprised not to hear back. I might have lubricated the interaction better if I had been more direct in the approach, I feel. "You look interesting" and "I couldn't resist it" were probably a bit weak and I needed to lay it on thicker. She had a pretty face that had an interesting, fairly flat profile; I could have described to her in detail what I liked about it and how pretty and exciting I found it, also complimenting her on her breezy, refreshing look and the way she held herself in the sundress. Maybe that would have gotten me to a hook point. Sometimes I am a bit shy to tell women in person how much I like them until I know them a bit better.
	
		
			
		
		
	
			
			Approach and opening
Late in the afternoon one sunny Saturday a few weeks ago, I was walking through a square in my hometown when I passed a lady around 30 years old, with a very tanned complexion, mid-length brunette hair worn in a bob, and wearing an A-line sundress and dark sunglasses, sitting in direct sunlight at an outdoor table of a café nursing a cocktail. I was headed to a nearby mall to look for a handbag for an upcoming one-day visit to a neighboring country's capital by train. I picked out an excellent handbag (which turned out to be useful not only for trips, but day-to-day: a fine accessory which matches my other dark brown leather items, but that is for a different section of the Forums) and turned back the way I came. The lady was still sitting where I last saw her.
There was something oddly refreshing about her, like a cool drop of condensation on the outside of a water-glass on a hot day: I can't quite place the feeling. Perhaps it was the way she carried herself, even when seated. We'll call her Waterdrop.
I resolved to say hello, and decided to attempt the "authoritative approach" recommended by Chase in the linked article; I have a feeling that I flunked it though.
I approached the table where she was sitting, and from about a meter's distance turned my head to face her, but didn't give her my full body language, which I pointed instead toward the table itself and the empty chair opposite, where I hoped to sit.
Marty: Good afternoon!
Waterdrop: Good afternoon!
Marty: You look very interesting, and I want to meet you.
Waterdrop: Oh! (smiling) Hahahahaha!
Marty: (grinning) I simply couldn't resist it!
Waterdrop: (flirtatious laughter) Hahahahaha!
Marty: What's your name?
Waterdrop: Waterdrop.
Marty: Good to meet you. I'm Marty. (extend my hand and grasp hers gently)
Waterdrop: Good to meet you too, Marty.
Marty: (indicating empty chair with a broad gesture) May I take a seat?
Waterdrop: Certainly.
Conversation and number close
I sat and we began conversation. I remarked that the weather had cooled a little, a relief from the constant heat of past weeks, and she agreed that it was pleasant to be able to sit in the sunshine without the excessive heat. I asked her what she did for a living; she replied that she was an assistant in a construction firm. I remarked that it was probably a lot of responsibility supporting a busy executive, but she broke rapport and responded "Not really".
Marty: So you're just chilling in the sunshine this afternoon?
Waterdrop: Yes. Did you see the Brazilian festival in the main city square? I just got done there; they're packing up now.
Marty: Ah that's what it was. I went for a run this morning in the park and heard some drumming.
Waterdrop: Yeah, there was dancing; it was pretty good actually.
Marty: Do you dance yourself?
Waterdrop: Not professionally.
Marty: Ah, you mean you do a little social dancing?
Waterdrop: Yeah, on and off.
Marty: What about performances? You say you enjoyed the dance show, do you visit the theater often?
Waterdrop: Yes actually, I like ballet.
The conversation was factual and devoid of any real connection. I asked what part of town she lived, and when she reciprocated, I mentioned I spent about half of each year living here, but she didn't take the bait and ask where I spent the rest of my time, let alone why. Time to exit:
Marty: Well, I shan't keep you from enjoying your cocktail on this lovely day. Would you like to get dinner sometime?
Waterdrop: Sure!
Marty: Here, let me grab your number.
I handed her my phone and asked what messaging app she preferred to be contacted on; she said WhatsApp, which is unsurprising in this part of the world. I left her to finish up her afternoon café session and wished her a good evening.
Texting
About 90 minutes after I left her, at 18:45, I sent an icebreaker:
Marty: Good evening, Waterdrop. Happy to have met a fellow ballet enthusiast! Save my number, please
 Marty
 MartyNo response. Ten days later, Tuesday evening:
Marty: Good evening, Waterdrop, I hope that you had a nice weekend. How does your schedule look for this week? Would an invitation to dinner on, say, Thursday or Friday suit you?
No response. As mentioned above, I had been unable to find any topics to connect on during the initial conversation, so I wasn't too surprised not to hear back. I might have lubricated the interaction better if I had been more direct in the approach, I feel. "You look interesting" and "I couldn't resist it" were probably a bit weak and I needed to lay it on thicker. She had a pretty face that had an interesting, fairly flat profile; I could have described to her in detail what I liked about it and how pretty and exciting I found it, also complimenting her on her breezy, refreshing look and the way she held herself in the sundress. Maybe that would have gotten me to a hook point. Sometimes I am a bit shy to tell women in person how much I like them until I know them a bit better.
 
				
 
	 
 
		
 
 
		 
 
		

 Yes, but seriously, I'm starting to understand the dynamic a bit know. She might think I wasn't serious, or some kind of a "player" (ironically). Unbelievably, I've had girls text me things like "I wasn't born yesterday", "what have you being doing all weekend", "Answer the question: Do you have a serious girl or not?" in recent months. It's as if they've gotten hold of the exact wrong end of the stick, for some reason.
 Yes, but seriously, I'm starting to understand the dynamic a bit know. She might think I wasn't serious, or some kind of a "player" (ironically). Unbelievably, I've had girls text me things like "I wasn't born yesterday", "what have you being doing all weekend", "Answer the question: Do you have a serious girl or not?" in recent months. It's as if they've gotten hold of the exact wrong end of the stick, for some reason.