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Do you ever have the irrational feeling that a particular location is a "bottleneck" for your seduction ability? I know other users have reported this; one forum member told me that he couldn't seem to open girls in Walmart, and in the past I had trouble with a specific Target store before conquering the mental block a few months ago.
There's a private university in my city, fairly prestigious as far as this region of the US goes, and located just outside the city limits. It wasn't until my third visit for seduction purposes that I managed to open a girl successfully on this campus! The first time, a girl's boyfriend (or guy pal?) stayed stubbornly put, instead of clearing the deck for me—very inconsiderately to my way of thinking! On the second occasion, I missed a wide-open approach invitation and had only myself to blame.
As so often seems to be the case, this interaction took place just as I was about to give it up for a bad job. Exiting the combined Barnes & Noble/Starbucks around noon Sunday with my proud purchase of a 2014 calendar reduced to $2, I saw that a young girl was holding the door for me—quite unnecessarily, as I was at least twenty feet behind—and looking back at me and smiling as she did it.
I caught up as she opened her car door.
I bade her farewell, placed my hand on her shoulder (at this point she mistakenly thought I was going to hug her and started rearranging her drink and papers accordingly; but hugs are not in Marty's repertoire) and planted a nice firm kiss on her supple young cheek.
In recognition of her Generation Y status, instead of calling her I sent a text message as an icebreaker. That may have been a mistake, as she didn't respond, but I'll call her tomorrow or perhaps later in the week and all will become apparent
-Marty
There's a private university in my city, fairly prestigious as far as this region of the US goes, and located just outside the city limits. It wasn't until my third visit for seduction purposes that I managed to open a girl successfully on this campus! The first time, a girl's boyfriend (or guy pal?) stayed stubbornly put, instead of clearing the deck for me—very inconsiderately to my way of thinking! On the second occasion, I missed a wide-open approach invitation and had only myself to blame.
As so often seems to be the case, this interaction took place just as I was about to give it up for a bad job. Exiting the combined Barnes & Noble/Starbucks around noon Sunday with my proud purchase of a 2014 calendar reduced to $2, I saw that a young girl was holding the door for me—quite unnecessarily, as I was at least twenty feet behind—and looking back at me and smiling as she did it.
- Marty: You needn't have done that, but thank you all the same
BackstrokeBabe: Ahahahaha! (flirtatious laughter)
I caught up as she opened her car door.
- Marty: That's quite a cute little laugh you have there!
BackstrokeBabe: Oh ahahaha THANK you! (doing it again, presumably for my renewed delectation)
I bade her farewell, placed my hand on her shoulder (at this point she mistakenly thought I was going to hug her and started rearranging her drink and papers accordingly; but hugs are not in Marty's repertoire) and planted a nice firm kiss on her supple young cheek.
In recognition of her Generation Y status, instead of calling her I sent a text message as an icebreaker. That may have been a mistake, as she didn't respond, but I'll call her tomorrow or perhaps later in the week and all will become apparent
-Marty