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This lay was around 7 weeks ago.
After taking a pause from girls to finish my Master's degree and start setting up a business, I decide to go out and make a couple approaches.
My outfit: White buttoned down with the first 2 buttons opened, exposing my chest. Blue jeans, white sneakers and a leather bracelet.
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?
Her: I'm visiting my sister. She works here.
Me: Oh cool, so I guess you're crashing at hers?
Her: Yes.
Me: Cool cool, loving the city so far?
Her: It's great! Everyone is so busy tho, everything moves so fast.
Me: True, people are so robotic, absorbed in their screens. You really stood out, asides from being drop dead gorgeous, because you didn't seem plugged into that matrix.
Her: I'm glad to hear that! Yeah, I try not to use my phone when I'm walking but right now (she shows me her phone) Im using Google maps to find a mall.
Me: Which mall?
Her: It's (Mall Name)
Me: Oh, that's on the other side of that bridge (I point at the bridge). You cross it, then go down on the left. Walk straight ahead and the mall will be on your left. See that blue building there?
Her: Yes
Me: That's the mall's parking lot. The entrance is on the other side but you can't see it from here.
Her: Thank you!
Me: No problem. So, look, I've gotta run too, how about we get a cup of coffee before you leave?
Her: Sure!
Me: Cool, lemme write my number (she was already holding her phone out)
Her: Uhm, how about Instagram? We can talk there.
Me: (dramatic hand on my heart) That's an American company!
She laughs again.
Me: Hahah just kidding, I used to have an account but took it off last year. Keeps the distractions away, you know?
Her: I get you. I personally use it to find recipes only. We can do WhatsApp then but that's owned by Meta too! (said cheekily)
Me: Oh my goodness, it's horrible isn't it? Well, what to do, what to do?... (I pretend to think really hard while she laughs again)... Well, ok then! (said dramatically), we can do WhatsApp!
Her: Hahaha omg, too bad all the best messaging apps are from America, right?
Me: As much as I hate to admit it, that's true indeed.
She laughs again and we exchange numbers.
Me: I'll get in touch soon. Was nice meeting you Lucia!
Her: Same here!
And she leaves.
Texting
Not much to cover here.
We text to set up the date, which is two days from the day we met.
She asks to meet for dinner because her sister has another appoitment that night and it's her only free time slot. I say sure.
The Date
I pick a restaurant a few minutes walk near my place. I arrive a few minutes earlier. She then arrives, her phone in hand, following the maps location I sent her over WhatsApp.
She doesn't see me right away. So I wave.
Her: (big smile) Hey there! I managed to find it!
Me: Good job! Damn, you look gorgeous (she's wearing a tight red dress)
Her: Oh thanks (she smiles shyly) Uhm.. how was your day?
Me: Amazing! Did some work, hit the gym, caught up with a friend and of course, didn't run into any Americans. Could my day be more perfect?
She laughs, shaking her head from left to right.
Her: Let's hope the waiter isn't American! (she glances at the restaurant)
Me: If that's the case, he or she ain't getting any tips. (I direct her to follow me into the restaurant)
Her: That's so unfair!
Me: Maybe (said with a wink) Well, let's see.
An Asian waitress comes to direct us to our table. Lucia looks at me and supresses a laugh.
Me: (said in a whisper) Wait, she could still be from America.
Her: How will you check? (she's staring at me with a big, excited smile)
Me: You'll see.
We get seated.
Me: (to the waitress) Thank you and uh...(waitress turns to me).. I was wondering, where are you from?
Her: (confused look) Uhm I'm local.
Me: That's cool, thanks!
Waitress leaves. I'm aware that the waitress must have found it strange to be randomly asked where she was from. But Lucia seems to to be excited by this interaction.
Her: Glad she'll get her tip!
Me: Well, I better not see her scrolling on Instagram tho or I might change my mind!
She laughs again.
I realize I'm sitting across from her. I make a mental note to find a way to sit next to her as the date progresses.
We make some light chit chat and then I start deep diving her.
She reveals that she dropped out of engineering to pursue psychology and become a therapist. I qualify her on that. We talk a bit about travelling. She lists the countries she'd like to visit. When she mentions US, I make a funny facial expression, which gets her to burst in laughter again.
The meal arrives.
Me: Perfect, thank you (to the waitress). I'll go wash my hands, be right back (said to Lucia)
Her: Oh me too.
Me: Awesome, cmon. Your hands do look a bit dirty
Her: Oh shuuut up
We both stand up.
Me: Hope no one steals our food.
Her: Hahaha I don't think so.
Me: Well, you never know, what if an American is lurking around?
Her: He'll probably shoot the whole place down before eating anyway.
Me: Point.
When we return, I sit next to her.
From that moment, it's game on.
I escalate touch based on a touch ladder I created. I'll share it on the forum in a separate post.
After eating, we sip on ice lemon tea while talking. I'm sitting very close to her, my leg touching hers.
I run the good lover's gambit. She agrees heatily.
The vibe is ON.
The Pull
Me: Wanna get some dessert? I got ice cream at my place. We can have some and watch a movie.
Her: Hmm sure why not?
Me: Don't worry, I won't put The Godfather on (pains me to say this as The Godfather is the GREATEST movie of all time. And yes, I know it's American)
Her: (laughs) Sure sure.
I pay for the meal subtly. I don't mind paying but I don't like making a big deal out of it.
We walk to my place hand in hand.
As soon as we enter, I push her against the wall and start making out with her.
The rest flowed smoothly.
The Aftermath
I visited Italy 3 times already. She paid for the tickets herself (I tried to refuse but she insisted. She comes from a wealthy family and it wasn't a big deal for her)
She has a bi-sexual bestie with whom we had a threesome (my first official one. I had two almost threesomes in college)
It's been an amazing ride so far.
She's flying back to my city to visit me and her sister.
How far I can carry this on without getting attached is something I have to keep an eye on.
All in all, one of my favourite lays ever and goes to show that once again, cold approach is king.
After taking a pause from girls to finish my Master's degree and start setting up a business, I decide to go out and make a couple approaches.
My outfit: White buttoned down with the first 2 buttons opened, exposing my chest. Blue jeans, white sneakers and a leather bracelet.
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?
Her: I'm visiting my sister. She works here.
Me: Oh cool, so I guess you're crashing at hers?
Her: Yes.
Me: Cool cool, loving the city so far?
Her: It's great! Everyone is so busy tho, everything moves so fast.
Me: True, people are so robotic, absorbed in their screens. You really stood out, asides from being drop dead gorgeous, because you didn't seem plugged into that matrix.
Her: I'm glad to hear that! Yeah, I try not to use my phone when I'm walking but right now (she shows me her phone) Im using Google maps to find a mall.
Me: Which mall?
Her: It's (Mall Name)
Me: Oh, that's on the other side of that bridge (I point at the bridge). You cross it, then go down on the left. Walk straight ahead and the mall will be on your left. See that blue building there?
Her: Yes
Me: That's the mall's parking lot. The entrance is on the other side but you can't see it from here.
Her: Thank you!
Me: No problem. So, look, I've gotta run too, how about we get a cup of coffee before you leave?
Her: Sure!
Me: Cool, lemme write my number (she was already holding her phone out)
Her: Uhm, how about Instagram? We can talk there.
Me: (dramatic hand on my heart) That's an American company!
She laughs again.
Me: Hahah just kidding, I used to have an account but took it off last year. Keeps the distractions away, you know?
Her: I get you. I personally use it to find recipes only. We can do WhatsApp then but that's owned by Meta too! (said cheekily)
Me: Oh my goodness, it's horrible isn't it? Well, what to do, what to do?... (I pretend to think really hard while she laughs again)... Well, ok then! (said dramatically), we can do WhatsApp!
Her: Hahaha omg, too bad all the best messaging apps are from America, right?
Me: As much as I hate to admit it, that's true indeed.
She laughs again and we exchange numbers.
Me: I'll get in touch soon. Was nice meeting you Lucia!
Her: Same here!
And she leaves.
Texting
Not much to cover here.
We text to set up the date, which is two days from the day we met.
She asks to meet for dinner because her sister has another appoitment that night and it's her only free time slot. I say sure.
The Date
I pick a restaurant a few minutes walk near my place. I arrive a few minutes earlier. She then arrives, her phone in hand, following the maps location I sent her over WhatsApp.
She doesn't see me right away. So I wave.
Her: (big smile) Hey there! I managed to find it!
Me: Good job! Damn, you look gorgeous (she's wearing a tight red dress)
Her: Oh thanks (she smiles shyly) Uhm.. how was your day?
Me: Amazing! Did some work, hit the gym, caught up with a friend and of course, didn't run into any Americans. Could my day be more perfect?
She laughs, shaking her head from left to right.
Her: Let's hope the waiter isn't American! (she glances at the restaurant)
Me: If that's the case, he or she ain't getting any tips. (I direct her to follow me into the restaurant)
Her: That's so unfair!
Me: Maybe (said with a wink) Well, let's see.
An Asian waitress comes to direct us to our table. Lucia looks at me and supresses a laugh.
Me: (said in a whisper) Wait, she could still be from America.
Her: How will you check? (she's staring at me with a big, excited smile)
Me: You'll see.
We get seated.
Me: (to the waitress) Thank you and uh...(waitress turns to me).. I was wondering, where are you from?
Her: (confused look) Uhm I'm local.
Me: That's cool, thanks!
Waitress leaves. I'm aware that the waitress must have found it strange to be randomly asked where she was from. But Lucia seems to to be excited by this interaction.
Her: Glad she'll get her tip!
Me: Well, I better not see her scrolling on Instagram tho or I might change my mind!
She laughs again.
I realize I'm sitting across from her. I make a mental note to find a way to sit next to her as the date progresses.
We make some light chit chat and then I start deep diving her.
She reveals that she dropped out of engineering to pursue psychology and become a therapist. I qualify her on that. We talk a bit about travelling. She lists the countries she'd like to visit. When she mentions US, I make a funny facial expression, which gets her to burst in laughter again.
The meal arrives.
Me: Perfect, thank you (to the waitress). I'll go wash my hands, be right back (said to Lucia)
Her: Oh me too.
Me: Awesome, cmon. Your hands do look a bit dirty
Her: Oh shuuut up
We both stand up.
Me: Hope no one steals our food.
Her: Hahaha I don't think so.
Me: Well, you never know, what if an American is lurking around?
Her: He'll probably shoot the whole place down before eating anyway.
Me: Point.
When we return, I sit next to her.
From that moment, it's game on.
I escalate touch based on a touch ladder I created. I'll share it on the forum in a separate post.
After eating, we sip on ice lemon tea while talking. I'm sitting very close to her, my leg touching hers.
I run the good lover's gambit. She agrees heatily.
The vibe is ON.
The Pull
Me: Wanna get some dessert? I got ice cream at my place. We can have some and watch a movie.
Her: Hmm sure why not?
Me: Don't worry, I won't put The Godfather on (pains me to say this as The Godfather is the GREATEST movie of all time. And yes, I know it's American)
Her: (laughs) Sure sure.
I pay for the meal subtly. I don't mind paying but I don't like making a big deal out of it.
We walk to my place hand in hand.
As soon as we enter, I push her against the wall and start making out with her.
The rest flowed smoothly.
The Aftermath
I visited Italy 3 times already. She paid for the tickets herself (I tried to refuse but she insisted. She comes from a wealthy family and it wasn't a big deal for her)
She has a bi-sexual bestie with whom we had a threesome (my first official one. I had two almost threesomes in college)
It's been an amazing ride so far.
She's flying back to my city to visit me and her sister.
How far I can carry this on without getting attached is something I have to keep an eye on.
All in all, one of my favourite lays ever and goes to show that once again, cold approach is king.