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Sortie 27
Spend time chatting with the bouncer. Relieved to find that none of the girls entering seems to be my type. It’s an older crowd.
{1} Later notice one I like. 21. Friend informs me that she’s there to work. Loose interest. Start seeing pretty much every other girl through same lens. Open her at some point as we’re dancing, but cannot get motivated for more. My friend would later say that she had asked about me and send me her number. Messaging I would make it clear that I’m not a potential customer. Regardless she’d briefly show at a bar I was at, but leave quickly due to having other plans.
{2} Under influence, join another who’s sitting. Talk and talk and even get her to laugh out loud several times. For practice, try to get the number, but she hints at some bad experiences. Ends up showing me her Instagram. Ask if she’s free to depart after the party or under obligation. Says she came in a group so she’d leave with it too.
{3} Chat with another 2-set that I’m on the fence about, but know that I’m not too interested.
{4} Suddenly develop strong desires for a babe my friend brought. Judging by her revealing outfit, think she must be working too. Friend denies. Says she’s just crazy as-is. The entire night she’s looking at me every time she passes. Loose count on how often I melt when she flashes the white of her eyes. Later she’d point out she doesn’t like being touched. To my "What am I supposed to do with you?" she responds Nothing. Finally decide to let it go. Find rest on the couch in another room.
Convinced I could get her, my friend would later also send me this girl’s number. I’d never contact her.
Intel
Code:
Objectives: chill at a party
Plan of action: just enjoy time socializing
Exfil: home
Chats-Details: 4-3
Overall CDC: 87-40-1 (chat-details-close)
Realization: no pickup-rules are set in stoneSpend time chatting with the bouncer. Relieved to find that none of the girls entering seems to be my type. It’s an older crowd.
{1} Later notice one I like. 21. Friend informs me that she’s there to work. Loose interest. Start seeing pretty much every other girl through same lens. Open her at some point as we’re dancing, but cannot get motivated for more. My friend would later say that she had asked about me and send me her number. Messaging I would make it clear that I’m not a potential customer. Regardless she’d briefly show at a bar I was at, but leave quickly due to having other plans.
{2} Under influence, join another who’s sitting. Talk and talk and even get her to laugh out loud several times. For practice, try to get the number, but she hints at some bad experiences. Ends up showing me her Instagram. Ask if she’s free to depart after the party or under obligation. Says she came in a group so she’d leave with it too.
{3} Chat with another 2-set that I’m on the fence about, but know that I’m not too interested.
{4} Suddenly develop strong desires for a babe my friend brought. Judging by her revealing outfit, think she must be working too. Friend denies. Says she’s just crazy as-is. The entire night she’s looking at me every time she passes. Loose count on how often I melt when she flashes the white of her eyes. Later she’d point out she doesn’t like being touched. To my "What am I supposed to do with you?" she responds Nothing. Finally decide to let it go. Find rest on the couch in another room.
Convinced I could get her, my friend would later also send me this girl’s number. I’d never contact her.
Intel
- Even if I know - or rather, suspect - that a girl might be out for prostitution, I can still game her for fun.
- Sober me would look to get the girl to talk instead. I will talk more freely about myself and see how girls in other encounters respond.
- The dynamic with the babe was weird. I felt literally attached. Strangely, she didn’t seem at all intimidated by my constant staring … and for quite some time after, I considered the possibility of her being interested, regardless of everything. I’ll keep her in mind for a day I feel some drive.
- After all, in neither of the longer interactions I thought of game or trying to figure out how I could make something happen. And it felt okay.
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" Walk off. Turn back. Reach out my hand: "When I return, you’ll actually have to talk to me." Launch into conversation right away. Asks me how I had known she had actually stepped on me on purpose. I hadn’t. Seed the idea of taking her home. Is down for sex, but all I want is the blonde. Grab her number.
