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TLDR: Met an ultra-high-value 22-year-old in day game; group approach offered limited rapport-building opportunity; need to know how soon to contact her again.
Full field report:
It is Sunday, January 19, approaching 5 PM. It is an unseasonably warm and sunny evening; I have arranged to meet my cousin shortly in a large park in our city. I park my car in the surrounding streets; a little red-brick bridge connects the neighborhood with the adjoining park.
As I am crossing the bridge, I pass two very young-looking and spectacular girls. Both are over 6'0" and slim to the point of athletic... I'm talking sub-19 body mass index, it's as if I've walked in on a women's beach-volleyball pair. One is African-American, the other quite obviously European. Though casually dressed, both have a natural glamour in their poise, their ease of movement. I hear snippets of their happy, carefree conversation as I pass; the European has a distinctive accent that I prick up my ears at.
I walk another twenty feet, stop and lean upon the brick parapet of the bridge. All around are weekend strollers chatting, laughing, gazing down at the dog park below; I do not stand out at all. I casually look back at the girls, the setting sun behind me giving me the advantage of observation.
The blonde is photographing the African-American in varying poses. She is making a big deal of it, putting in plenty of effort to get the angle just right. With her back to me, she sets her jean-clad, slender legs a couple feet apart, bends forward with the camera-phone in both hands, and sticks back her taut ass in a manner that would make the Pope trip over his cassock. I realize I have time to do this properly.
I close the distance, stand right behind the blonde and catch the African-American's eye. She addresses me. "Are we in your way?" she asks with pleasant smile.
"Not at all," I reply. "I just wondered whether you'd like a picture together."
They accept and I take the camera-phone, snap them with minimal fuss, and hand it back. "What are your names?" I ask.
We introduce ourselves and I go direct on the blonde who is wearing an outrageous shade of pink on her lips. "You have a very chic lipstick," I say. "It suits you beautifully."
She thanks me and I ask where she is from, suspecting the answer already from the characteristic name. She is Russian, from a city in the far North which I have not visited, but am familiar with and have been nearby (in relative terms... everything is far apart in Russia). I address her in Russian (I am fluent in the language). After a couple sentences I break off, say "Excuse us while we speak Russian!" to the African-American, who laughs and urges us to carry on, and then I immediately resume.
She tells me a little of how she came to the States. She has recently graduated and started her career, putting her at about 22 I suppose. I wonder for a second about asking her out in front of her friend, and then realize her friend doesn't understand a word. (She'll pick up the body language though—and the phone number exchange!) Anyway, I suggest we meet for tea, ArcticBarbie accepts and punches her number into my phone. I wish them both well in their respective languages, and as I turn my back the African-American calls after me: "Do svidania!" to which we all laugh.
At 8 PM the same evening I send an icebreaker text message: "Good to meet you, ArcticBarbie! Save my number Marty".
No response. (This doesn't worry me too much as LongSexyLegs, who was also Russian and whom I approached in the exact same way, with a group photo offer, also never responded to my icebreaker yet went on a date with me anyway.)
Tonight (Tuesday), at 9 PM, i.e. 48 hours later I call; she doesn't pick up and I leave a voice message, in Russian, saying "Hey ArcticBarbie, I wanted to ask how you're schedule's looking and figure out a time for that cup of tea. Didn't catch you but not to worry, we'll speak some other time."
Now here's my question to you fellas: should I now leave it a week or so before calling again? Or maybe send a text? Or do you think I should follow up sooner? Any good suggestions welcome!
Thanks
-Marty
Full field report:
It is Sunday, January 19, approaching 5 PM. It is an unseasonably warm and sunny evening; I have arranged to meet my cousin shortly in a large park in our city. I park my car in the surrounding streets; a little red-brick bridge connects the neighborhood with the adjoining park.
As I am crossing the bridge, I pass two very young-looking and spectacular girls. Both are over 6'0" and slim to the point of athletic... I'm talking sub-19 body mass index, it's as if I've walked in on a women's beach-volleyball pair. One is African-American, the other quite obviously European. Though casually dressed, both have a natural glamour in their poise, their ease of movement. I hear snippets of their happy, carefree conversation as I pass; the European has a distinctive accent that I prick up my ears at.
I walk another twenty feet, stop and lean upon the brick parapet of the bridge. All around are weekend strollers chatting, laughing, gazing down at the dog park below; I do not stand out at all. I casually look back at the girls, the setting sun behind me giving me the advantage of observation.
The blonde is photographing the African-American in varying poses. She is making a big deal of it, putting in plenty of effort to get the angle just right. With her back to me, she sets her jean-clad, slender legs a couple feet apart, bends forward with the camera-phone in both hands, and sticks back her taut ass in a manner that would make the Pope trip over his cassock. I realize I have time to do this properly.
I close the distance, stand right behind the blonde and catch the African-American's eye. She addresses me. "Are we in your way?" she asks with pleasant smile.
"Not at all," I reply. "I just wondered whether you'd like a picture together."
They accept and I take the camera-phone, snap them with minimal fuss, and hand it back. "What are your names?" I ask.
We introduce ourselves and I go direct on the blonde who is wearing an outrageous shade of pink on her lips. "You have a very chic lipstick," I say. "It suits you beautifully."
She thanks me and I ask where she is from, suspecting the answer already from the characteristic name. She is Russian, from a city in the far North which I have not visited, but am familiar with and have been nearby (in relative terms... everything is far apart in Russia). I address her in Russian (I am fluent in the language). After a couple sentences I break off, say "Excuse us while we speak Russian!" to the African-American, who laughs and urges us to carry on, and then I immediately resume.
She tells me a little of how she came to the States. She has recently graduated and started her career, putting her at about 22 I suppose. I wonder for a second about asking her out in front of her friend, and then realize her friend doesn't understand a word. (She'll pick up the body language though—and the phone number exchange!) Anyway, I suggest we meet for tea, ArcticBarbie accepts and punches her number into my phone. I wish them both well in their respective languages, and as I turn my back the African-American calls after me: "Do svidania!" to which we all laugh.
At 8 PM the same evening I send an icebreaker text message: "Good to meet you, ArcticBarbie! Save my number Marty".
No response. (This doesn't worry me too much as LongSexyLegs, who was also Russian and whom I approached in the exact same way, with a group photo offer, also never responded to my icebreaker yet went on a date with me anyway.)
Tonight (Tuesday), at 9 PM, i.e. 48 hours later I call; she doesn't pick up and I leave a voice message, in Russian, saying "Hey ArcticBarbie, I wanted to ask how you're schedule's looking and figure out a time for that cup of tea. Didn't catch you but not to worry, we'll speak some other time."
Now here's my question to you fellas: should I now leave it a week or so before calling again? Or maybe send a text? Or do you think I should follow up sooner? Any good suggestions welcome!
Thanks
-Marty