First 2 approaches yield polite but non-interested responses.
3rd approach is a cute blonde bombshell who excitedly gave me her number, only for me to never hear from her again.
However, this positive interaction lifts my spirit (at that point in time, I didn't know she would disappear)
The Approach
I'm walking down a busy street, heading to a mall where I plan to get lunch and approach more chicks.
A beautiful, sexy girl is walking in my direction.
She's wearing an elegant black dress that wraps around her attractive body. Her breasts seem normal but her ass... tight waist, fat ass.
I can feel the blood rushing in my southern region.
As she gets closer, I bring my eyes to meet hers. She was already looking at me. Quickly, she averts her eyes and has this bitchy look of disgust.
With less than 5 metres between us, she swerves to the right (my left) and ups her speed, seemingly trying to avoid me.
Despite what I consider textbook fuck off signals, I open.
Because, why not? She was hot. That's reason enough.
With my left hand, I wave deliberately but subtly, enough to get her attention.
Once she slows down and starts turning her face toward me, I speak.
Me: Excuuuse me...
She stops.
Me: Do you speak English?
Her: Uhm...yes.
Me: I mean... I saw you walking towards me...(I look over the path she had just walked and gesture)...and...damn... you look freaking gorgeous.
Her: Oh..uhm.. thank you!
Me: I mean...(I shake my head as if I'm confused and trying to make sense of this pretty girl)...look around (I gesture around, my eyes survering the surroundings but she keeps looking at me, as i can tell through my peripheral vision)...everyone just...blends in...and then there's...you (my eyes return to hers and I give her strong eye contact)
I did all of that a tad bit theatrically, which suits my vibe. The point is to make it slightly playful. It works.
Her: What about me? (she's smiling)
Me: I mean...(I look her up and down)...that dress...so elegant, so feminine you know? It stood out right away. You've got great fashion sense.
Her: Thank you! You know, I picked it randomly. But I didn't wanna attract too much attention, that wasn't my intention!
Me: I get you. It's a tough balance, right? You wanna stand out, that's normal, but you also don't wanna attract the wrong kind of attention.
Her: Exactly!
Me: You're doing a great job so far with that balance, tho, I must say.
Her: Apparently yes! (she's laughing now)
Me: So, what's your name?
Her: Lucia
Me: Pleasure meeting you Lucia (I extend my hand and she takes it)
Her: And you?
Me: I'm James.
Her: Nice to meet you James!
Me: Let's stand over here, we don't wanna get run over.
Her: Sure!
We move a few feet away.
Her: Where are you from btw?
Me: Hmm can you guess?
Her: No idea! Never heard your accent before! It's cute tho.
Me: Thanks! Well, I'll give you a hint: it's not India (that's cuz I look Indian lol)
Her: I figured! You sound very different! Ok, uhm, America?
Me: Gosh don't insult me (facepalm myself dramatically).
Her: Why is that an insult? (she's laughing at my dramatic mannerisms)
Me: Well, I'm not obese or stupid, so...
Her: Omg you're so mean! (she's laughing)
Me: Just kidding though. Never been to the US but it's on my list! Got great friends from there.
Her: I've never been too!
Me: Really? Where are you from actually? Please don't tell me US tho or I'll have to kill myself.
Her: Hahaha no, told you I've never been! Cm'on, guess! (playful smile)
Me: Hmm... well, you do look like a young Monica Bellucci so my guess is...Italian?
Her: Omg you're good! So smart!
Me: Well, I'm not American (wink)
Her: Stooop! But seriously, yes, I'm from Italy.
Me: Cool, which part?
Her: Corleone, Sicily.
Me: Nice! So lemme guess, Americans get all excited and start making dumb Godfather references when you tell them where you're from, right?
She bursts in laughter.
Her: Exactly! You seem to really know Americans for someone who hates them (looks at me from corner of eyes, a small smirk)
Me: Cmon, I don't hate them. When they're not busy shooting each other, they can be nice.
Her: You're so bad (shakes her head, laughing)
Me: Anyway (I felt the busting on Americans had run its course) what are you doing here, so far from home?
I will leave a simple text on friday.She does not understand why you're broken hearted just because a couple of meets did not work out (and one of those she started). Phone her and talk!