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Summary: I approached a gorgeous girl in day-game who responded very warmly; she seemed to know what she was doing, and may have even given me an approach invitation. I got a very favorable response to my icebreaker text and am trying to set up a date.
Narrative: I have no idea what happened to me yesterday. It might have been the strength exercises I did the night before, that boosted my testosterone or something, but the whole day long I had rewarding and valuable interactions with women.
Before I even left for work in the morning, I chatted with the neighbors' French au-pair as she was cleaning her car, and asked her out for coffee the same day. She gave me her number; she later declined over text, but no matter. It got me off to a good start. As I stepped out the elevator at my offices, a girl who had previously declined a date gave me a warm smile. As I unlocked my office door, another who had allowed me to escalate but had a change of heart and declined a private meeting, stopped to chat with me. At lunchtime I cold-approached a girl sitting in a food court; she declined a date on account of leaving town this week, but seemed delighted to talk with me. Another in the street actually started eye-contact flirting with me as she crossed the street, very obviously, but failed to open when I turned around to catch her up—strangely. As I left the office at the end of the day, a girl who had been very warm initially but then declined coffee, then couldn't fit in lunch before Thanksgiving, actually stopped me to talk. At a high point in the conversation due to something funny I accidentally said, I touched her and she really warmed to me. We now have lunch scheduled. Then as I left the building, yet another girl who had ignored a drinks invitation started chatting with me at her own initiative; a funny high point also occurred, I touched her too, and she went off home happy and smiling
And then this.
I got home to find I was out of mushrooms and needed them for the recipe I planned to cook. There is a Kroger across the street; I headed there. I always take the opportunity to approach in grocery stores if there is one. There were big carts and little carts, but I decided on a handbasket; there's something "tame" about a man pushing a cart, while by contrast a masculine grasp on a basket is straight out of some sappy San Francisco romantic comedy where a girl meets her dream lover while grocery shopping—don't you think? So long as you don't have a week's worth of shopping, anyway.
As I entered with my basket I was just thinking "Wouldn't it be nice if there was some attractive girl in the store I'd like to... OH MY GOD!!!" as a tall, athletic-looking beauty breezed past. We'll call her FitChick.
FitChick was perhaps 5'11", with long, straight chestnut hair. She was wearing a violet sports top, white stretch pants and sneakers. She had the figure of a sportswoman... erect posture, attractively sculpted shoulders, small ass and just the hint of a perky chest, long legs. Too tall to be a gymnast... she had this All-American athletic appearance, like one of the prettiest girls from the US Olympic diving or swim team. Wet-dream type of stuff, for me at least. She was chatting away on her cell phone, and from her intonation it was immediately clear that she was speaking with another female.
I am ashamed to say that my instinctive reaction, not yet having quite conquered my habit cycle, was a "inferior male auto-rejection"–type maneuver. I was thinking to myself that to open her would be practically suicidal, I'd get blown off before I could say "I just wanted to tell you..."!
Nonetheless I mentally overcame this as I headed into the store. I picked up fresh produce, watched her move off down the back aisle. Once I got there she turned into a side aisle; I took a parallel one. I hesitated over toilet paper, then realized that what could be more confident and spontaneous-seeming than opening a girl with a 12-roll pack of toilet paper under my arm? I returned toward the back aisle and just as I turned the corner someone practically bumped into me... it was FitChick!!!
A few minutes later I see her leave the store; as I'm standing in line for the self-checkout, I fire off an icebreaker immediately. No sense in letting the passion cool!
Here's the texting:
I'm a little confused on several points. When she said "Call me so I have your number", do you think that means I should have phoned her and not texted her?
I decided this morning that I'd better follow Franco's general advice and text to keep it simple; I think maybe if you meet a girl in social circle, or in night-game and have to take a few hints from her, then you need to call to show you have some courage, but opening a girl in day-game is itself quite bold and I reckoned there was more to lose by potentially messing up the phone conversation.
I know Colt advocates phoning though. Maybe if she doesn't respond for, say, two days I could call her Friday morning? Or sooner?
And for future reference, was 12 hours (i.e. overnight) too long to wait to text her back after she responded to my icebreaker within 2 hours? Should I have texted back late that night? Any opinions you wish to offer?
Thanks, friends! This is one I'd definitely want to keep around
-Marty
Narrative: I have no idea what happened to me yesterday. It might have been the strength exercises I did the night before, that boosted my testosterone or something, but the whole day long I had rewarding and valuable interactions with women.
Before I even left for work in the morning, I chatted with the neighbors' French au-pair as she was cleaning her car, and asked her out for coffee the same day. She gave me her number; she later declined over text, but no matter. It got me off to a good start. As I stepped out the elevator at my offices, a girl who had previously declined a date gave me a warm smile. As I unlocked my office door, another who had allowed me to escalate but had a change of heart and declined a private meeting, stopped to chat with me. At lunchtime I cold-approached a girl sitting in a food court; she declined a date on account of leaving town this week, but seemed delighted to talk with me. Another in the street actually started eye-contact flirting with me as she crossed the street, very obviously, but failed to open when I turned around to catch her up—strangely. As I left the office at the end of the day, a girl who had been very warm initially but then declined coffee, then couldn't fit in lunch before Thanksgiving, actually stopped me to talk. At a high point in the conversation due to something funny I accidentally said, I touched her and she really warmed to me. We now have lunch scheduled. Then as I left the building, yet another girl who had ignored a drinks invitation started chatting with me at her own initiative; a funny high point also occurred, I touched her too, and she went off home happy and smiling
And then this.
I got home to find I was out of mushrooms and needed them for the recipe I planned to cook. There is a Kroger across the street; I headed there. I always take the opportunity to approach in grocery stores if there is one. There were big carts and little carts, but I decided on a handbasket; there's something "tame" about a man pushing a cart, while by contrast a masculine grasp on a basket is straight out of some sappy San Francisco romantic comedy where a girl meets her dream lover while grocery shopping—don't you think? So long as you don't have a week's worth of shopping, anyway.
As I entered with my basket I was just thinking "Wouldn't it be nice if there was some attractive girl in the store I'd like to... OH MY GOD!!!" as a tall, athletic-looking beauty breezed past. We'll call her FitChick.
FitChick was perhaps 5'11", with long, straight chestnut hair. She was wearing a violet sports top, white stretch pants and sneakers. She had the figure of a sportswoman... erect posture, attractively sculpted shoulders, small ass and just the hint of a perky chest, long legs. Too tall to be a gymnast... she had this All-American athletic appearance, like one of the prettiest girls from the US Olympic diving or swim team. Wet-dream type of stuff, for me at least. She was chatting away on her cell phone, and from her intonation it was immediately clear that she was speaking with another female.
I am ashamed to say that my instinctive reaction, not yet having quite conquered my habit cycle, was a "inferior male auto-rejection"–type maneuver. I was thinking to myself that to open her would be practically suicidal, I'd get blown off before I could say "I just wanted to tell you..."!
Nonetheless I mentally overcame this as I headed into the store. I picked up fresh produce, watched her move off down the back aisle. Once I got there she turned into a side aisle; I took a parallel one. I hesitated over toilet paper, then realized that what could be more confident and spontaneous-seeming than opening a girl with a 12-roll pack of toilet paper under my arm? I returned toward the back aisle and just as I turned the corner someone practically bumped into me... it was FitChick!!!
- FitChick: (over her shoulder, walking off) I'm so sorry!
Marty: Excuse me!
- Marty: (facing the shelf) Look, I nearly bumped into you back there, and—
FitChick: Oh, YES!!! (beaming smile)
Marty: (speechless for a second, then continue)—I couldn't resist coming back to say "hello".
- FitChick: Where are you from? (taking me completely off-script before I even know her name)
Marty: I grew up in England, but... (spread hands expansively, in meaningless gesture) What about you, where are you from?
FitChick: I'm here right now, but I grew up with an Army family, moved around a bit.
Marty: (extending hand) I'm Marty.
FitChick: FitChick! Nice to meet you. (takes hand, still beaming)
- Marty: (glancing at her basket, then off into the distance, breaking eye contact completely) Are you just grabbing some stuff for dinner?
FitChick: Yeah, actually I'm seeing a friend I haven't talked with for four years... I'm sorry, I have to—
- Marty: Well I don't want to keep you from that... Maybe we can continue this conversation over coffee some day soon?
FitChick: (nodding encouragingly) Yes! I'd like that!
Marty: Here, let me... (pause, break eye contact, reach into pocket) ...get your details...
- Marty: Let me grab that from you for a moment so you can punch in your number. (pause) So it must have been interesting for you as a child, with your Dad in the Army, did you move around the country... internationally as well perhaps?
FitChick: Not abroad unfortunately, but we did live in some interesting places. (entering digits)
Marty: "FitChick", wasn't it?
FitChick: Yeah, I've put a C in there as well, my last name starts with a C.
Marty: Well, I look forward to speaking again.
FitChick: Yes! Call me, so I have your number!
A few minutes later I see her leave the store; as I'm standing in line for the self-checkout, I fire off an icebreaker immediately. No sense in letting the passion cool!
Here's the texting:
- Tue 6:41 PM Marty: Hey FitChick, good chatting! Save my number -Marty
Tue 8:27 PM FitChick: It was nice bumping into you! Your number is saved, I look forward to hearing from you
Wed 8:20 AM Marty: Haha, glad you bumped into me too! Hope you enjoyed your reunion with your friend. How's your schedule looking for a coffee or bite this week?
I'm a little confused on several points. When she said "Call me so I have your number", do you think that means I should have phoned her and not texted her?
I decided this morning that I'd better follow Franco's general advice and text to keep it simple; I think maybe if you meet a girl in social circle, or in night-game and have to take a few hints from her, then you need to call to show you have some courage, but opening a girl in day-game is itself quite bold and I reckoned there was more to lose by potentially messing up the phone conversation.
I know Colt advocates phoning though. Maybe if she doesn't respond for, say, two days I could call her Friday morning? Or sooner?
And for future reference, was 12 hours (i.e. overnight) too long to wait to text her back after she responded to my icebreaker within 2 hours? Should I have texted back late that night? Any opinions you wish to offer?
Thanks, friends! This is one I'd definitely want to keep around
-Marty