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I've never quite gotten the hang of the multiple approach method; I'm still in awe when I read of other members' exploits opening 10 or 15 girls at a single outing. Most of the FRs and FR+s I've filed here were written about the only girl I approached that day. But today was different, though the satisfaction was really in the fun I had rather than the results I got.
It is early afternoon and I am out running. The weather is unseasonably sunny and I feel I should take advantage of it rather than pushing weights in the gym. Coming to the end of my second circuit of the park in my city that is by now familiar to many readers, I have already run over five miles and plan to head home, when I see a tall brunette—taller than me, I am 6'0"—with powerful, muscular, yet feminine legs, reddened by exposure to the winter air and glazed with her perspiration. Girl #1 crosses the little brick bridge that connects the park with the adjoining streets.
I want her.
I turn and follow, catching up quickly. A wrought-iron gate marks the exit from the park. It is pulled to, leaving a gap of perhaps three feet for pedestrians to pass through. We reach it together and I gesture for her to go first. Drawing level again, I open:
I offer to take a proper photo of Girl #2 with the desired view; she initially declines but I persist. She thanks me and I introduce myself. I tell her she is very pretty and she thanks me again. She is visiting from another city for a conference and leaving tomorrow morning; I persist in trying to get her to spend time with me but she politely declines and thanks me a third time. I wish her well and she thanks me a fourth time for taking the photo.
I return to the far end of the park where I saw the girl with the cell phone, and spot a petite brunette. Girl #3 meets my eye easily enough for me to open effortlessly, as follows:
At this point a further 90 minutes have passed, so I decide to text Girl #1:
As I start moving again a blond, petite girl heads as if to cross my path, then spots me about to collide with her. I gesture for her to go ahead in a very gallant manner, and Girl #4 starts giggling and moves in the direction indicated. I walk on; she heads for a picnic rug where two young males are waiting for her. Clearly she is talented at creating orbiters. They lark around taking photos of each other with their legs apart and asses in the air, etc. I stand at a distance of some 100 feet and look out from high ground over the park, ostensibly taking in the view; occasionally I glance over toward the picnic rug to observe proceedings.
After some five minutes of this I decide to give up and head down the slope toward a path where a very young-looking blond girl is walking a dog, intending to open her instead. As I am some halfway down the slope, the young guys depart the picnic rug in the opposite direction, in search of something or someone, leaving Girl #4 alone for a moment. I head to her directly; she sees me approach, but I play it cool and say not a word until I am close:
I catch up with the same girl with the dog who almost distracted me a few minutes back, as she crosses the little brick bridge. I open Girl #5 and she gives her name and credentials but has body language and manner indicating discomfort and/or attitude, so I don't press further and wish her an enjoyable remainder of the afternoon.
-Marty
It is early afternoon and I am out running. The weather is unseasonably sunny and I feel I should take advantage of it rather than pushing weights in the gym. Coming to the end of my second circuit of the park in my city that is by now familiar to many readers, I have already run over five miles and plan to head home, when I see a tall brunette—taller than me, I am 6'0"—with powerful, muscular, yet feminine legs, reddened by exposure to the winter air and glazed with her perspiration. Girl #1 crosses the little brick bridge that connects the park with the adjoining streets.
I want her.
I turn and follow, catching up quickly. A wrought-iron gate marks the exit from the park. It is pulled to, leaving a gap of perhaps three feet for pedestrians to pass through. We reach it together and I gesture for her to go first. Drawing level again, I open:
- Marty: Hey, how're you doing?
Girl #1: Doing fine, you?
Marty: Doing great, I was about to leave the park through a different exit, but I saw you here and couldn't resist coming to say hello. What's your name?
- Marty: Well, I have to go this way, but do you want to grab a coffee with me some time?
Girl #1: Oh my god! This has never happened to me before!
Marty: Why don't you give me your cell phone number and I'll see if I can memorize it.
Girl #1: Yeah, it'll be kudos to you if you remember.
Marty: So you won't guarantee the coffee if I do?
Girl #1: Haha, I'll think about it!
Marty: Okay, go ahead, what is it?
- Marty: Nice to meet a fellow runner
-Marty
- Girl #1: Wow, you have a good memory! Nice to meet you too.
I offer to take a proper photo of Girl #2 with the desired view; she initially declines but I persist. She thanks me and I introduce myself. I tell her she is very pretty and she thanks me again. She is visiting from another city for a conference and leaving tomorrow morning; I persist in trying to get her to spend time with me but she politely declines and thanks me a third time. I wish her well and she thanks me a fourth time for taking the photo.
I return to the far end of the park where I saw the girl with the cell phone, and spot a petite brunette. Girl #3 meets my eye easily enough for me to open effortlessly, as follows:
- Marty: Hey.
Girl #3: Hey.
Marty: What's your name?
- Marty: I saw you walking here and couldn't resist coming to say hello.
At this point a further 90 minutes have passed, so I decide to text Girl #1:
- Marty: Maybe just a good head for figures When might be a good day for you to have that cup of tea?
As I start moving again a blond, petite girl heads as if to cross my path, then spots me about to collide with her. I gesture for her to go ahead in a very gallant manner, and Girl #4 starts giggling and moves in the direction indicated. I walk on; she heads for a picnic rug where two young males are waiting for her. Clearly she is talented at creating orbiters. They lark around taking photos of each other with their legs apart and asses in the air, etc. I stand at a distance of some 100 feet and look out from high ground over the park, ostensibly taking in the view; occasionally I glance over toward the picnic rug to observe proceedings.
After some five minutes of this I decide to give up and head down the slope toward a path where a very young-looking blond girl is walking a dog, intending to open her instead. As I am some halfway down the slope, the young guys depart the picnic rug in the opposite direction, in search of something or someone, leaving Girl #4 alone for a moment. I head to her directly; she sees me approach, but I play it cool and say not a word until I am close:
- Marty: That's quite a cute little laugh you have there...
Girl #4: Oh thank you!
Marty: —but I didn't want to tell you that in front of your multiple boyfriends!
Girl #4: Oh haha, yes that's my entourage.
Marty: What's your name?
- Marty: Oh, here's another one. Well, would you like to have coffee with me when you're not surrounded by your entourage?
Girl #4: (smirking) You see, I'm actually dating one member of my entourage.
Marty: Well! And what's he going to think about you having coffee with me?
Girl #4: (grinning from ear to ear) He wouldn't like it!
Marty: Does that matter?
Girl #4: Yes, it does, I'm afraid.
- Marty: So you care about the opinion of your menfolk?
Girl #4: Yes, the view of my entourage is extremely important to me!
I catch up with the same girl with the dog who almost distracted me a few minutes back, as she crosses the little brick bridge. I open Girl #5 and she gives her name and credentials but has body language and manner indicating discomfort and/or attitude, so I don't press further and wish her an enjoyable remainder of the afternoon.
-Marty
