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I wouldn't normally bother filing a field report on a cold-approach conversation with a girl that went nowhere in particular, but this was so unusual and sent my confidence soaring so high that I felt I had to record it. I've classed it as FU as I didn't get a number or anything. Zphix, you're gonna love this if you're reading. 
I was walking during the lunch-hour generally brooding about how girls seem to disappear the moment I find myself emotionally involved, as if on purpose, when I realized I was near a grocery store and might as well grab a couple items and save myself a trip in the evening. The Publix in question is near a university campus and often filled with cute female undergraduates—all the more reason to pop inside.
I'm on the correct side of the street, I just have to turn a corner shortly and the entrance will be on my left. But it's a busy street intersection and the crosswalk is notorious for being slow to change. Diagonally opposite, I see a girl with a good figure push the button repeatedly, then stamp her feet a couple times impatiently. I take off my sunglasses to get a better look.
It's a tiny, innocent gesture and I'm still a good hundred feet off, with plenty of other pedestrians around, but darned if I don't see her smirk a little and look back in my direction out of the corner of her eye! I'm not exactly scanning around like a rookie and blatantly ogling her. I've been working on my eye contact so hard it's become thoroughly habitualized. Wow, that was weird, I think to myself.
The light changes for her and she crosses. She's now on the opposite side of the street with the grocery store on it, and I'm just turning that corner... and BAM! There it is again. She tosses her hair and a sidelong glance shoots out toward me, coupled with a smirk on her face, for just a fraction of a second.
Am I seeing things? Now she crosses the street diagonally toward me, at an angle, just as I do when I'm approaching a girl on the other side. When she gets to the sidewalk she's maybe 25 feet ahead. There are two female students walking in the same direction, in front of me, near her. Maybe she's seen them and knows them and is about to say hello... but no, they ignore each other.
And then... there it is again! She "casts an eye" backward in my direction, as only women can do, for the tiniest moment before resuming her previous gait. And yes, there was a definite smirk on her face.
Now I'm intrigued.
She enters the store... thank fuck. I'm ten seconds behind her. The whole complex is built on a hill and consequently there are steps down to floor level immediately after the entrance. I descend the steps... she has forgotten to pick up a basket and returns for it, coming almost directly toward me. I keep my eyes front and center, stepping down slowly and powerfully: downward staircases are almost made for this. I keep track of her only in my peripheral vision.
And what do I see? She doesn't look at me directly, but I get a real sense she's checking me out in her peripheral vision too.
At this point I realize that whatever happens, it's going to be a lot of fun. Maybe not successful, but it won't be an embarrassing blowout... she can see what's on my mind and knows what to expect. I'm floored.
She grabs her basket and goes shopping. I follow at a distance. It's usually a good idea to have a couple items in your basket before opening, to give at least some plausibility to the scenario—especially if I saw her outside first and followed her in! I grab bread, an avocado, start looking around for raisins.
Raisins are the hardest thing to find in an unfamiliar store. I get to the center aisle, stop and look up at the overhead signs. And while I'm reading those in my direct vision, what do I see in my peripherals?
That's right. She's also stopped and looking up at the overhead signs. Right in front of me.
I forget about raisins. Without making direct eye contact, I slowly move toward her, then around as if to get a better look at a sign. She moves around me the other way. Like a yin and a yang. I move back toward her, still looking up; after a moment we're circling each other like a pair of wrestlers moving in for the kill. In a fucking Publix aisle. With zero direct eye contact.
I'm not using the "if you're gonna look at me like that" opener any more. I feel it comes under the heading of "calling out" an approach invitation, which is never a good idea, and I've actually been caught out once by a girl who said: "How was I looking at you?" Instead, I decide upon what has become my go-to opener, my very favorite.
As we circle, I pull alongside her, facing parallel, and at last she stops for a moment. I can't afford to miss the opportunity. Still facing forward and without turning my head or eyes toward her, I open immediately.
Then:
-Marty
I was walking during the lunch-hour generally brooding about how girls seem to disappear the moment I find myself emotionally involved, as if on purpose, when I realized I was near a grocery store and might as well grab a couple items and save myself a trip in the evening. The Publix in question is near a university campus and often filled with cute female undergraduates—all the more reason to pop inside.
I'm on the correct side of the street, I just have to turn a corner shortly and the entrance will be on my left. But it's a busy street intersection and the crosswalk is notorious for being slow to change. Diagonally opposite, I see a girl with a good figure push the button repeatedly, then stamp her feet a couple times impatiently. I take off my sunglasses to get a better look.
It's a tiny, innocent gesture and I'm still a good hundred feet off, with plenty of other pedestrians around, but darned if I don't see her smirk a little and look back in my direction out of the corner of her eye! I'm not exactly scanning around like a rookie and blatantly ogling her. I've been working on my eye contact so hard it's become thoroughly habitualized. Wow, that was weird, I think to myself.
The light changes for her and she crosses. She's now on the opposite side of the street with the grocery store on it, and I'm just turning that corner... and BAM! There it is again. She tosses her hair and a sidelong glance shoots out toward me, coupled with a smirk on her face, for just a fraction of a second.
Am I seeing things? Now she crosses the street diagonally toward me, at an angle, just as I do when I'm approaching a girl on the other side. When she gets to the sidewalk she's maybe 25 feet ahead. There are two female students walking in the same direction, in front of me, near her. Maybe she's seen them and knows them and is about to say hello... but no, they ignore each other.
And then... there it is again! She "casts an eye" backward in my direction, as only women can do, for the tiniest moment before resuming her previous gait. And yes, there was a definite smirk on her face.
Now I'm intrigued.
She enters the store... thank fuck. I'm ten seconds behind her. The whole complex is built on a hill and consequently there are steps down to floor level immediately after the entrance. I descend the steps... she has forgotten to pick up a basket and returns for it, coming almost directly toward me. I keep my eyes front and center, stepping down slowly and powerfully: downward staircases are almost made for this. I keep track of her only in my peripheral vision.
And what do I see? She doesn't look at me directly, but I get a real sense she's checking me out in her peripheral vision too.
At this point I realize that whatever happens, it's going to be a lot of fun. Maybe not successful, but it won't be an embarrassing blowout... she can see what's on my mind and knows what to expect. I'm floored.
She grabs her basket and goes shopping. I follow at a distance. It's usually a good idea to have a couple items in your basket before opening, to give at least some plausibility to the scenario—especially if I saw her outside first and followed her in! I grab bread, an avocado, start looking around for raisins.
Raisins are the hardest thing to find in an unfamiliar store. I get to the center aisle, stop and look up at the overhead signs. And while I'm reading those in my direct vision, what do I see in my peripherals?
That's right. She's also stopped and looking up at the overhead signs. Right in front of me.
I forget about raisins. Without making direct eye contact, I slowly move toward her, then around as if to get a better look at a sign. She moves around me the other way. Like a yin and a yang. I move back toward her, still looking up; after a moment we're circling each other like a pair of wrestlers moving in for the kill. In a fucking Publix aisle. With zero direct eye contact.
I'm not using the "if you're gonna look at me like that" opener any more. I feel it comes under the heading of "calling out" an approach invitation, which is never a good idea, and I've actually been caught out once by a girl who said: "How was I looking at you?" Instead, I decide upon what has become my go-to opener, my very favorite.
As we circle, I pull alongside her, facing parallel, and at last she stops for a moment. I can't afford to miss the opportunity. Still facing forward and without turning my head or eyes toward her, I open immediately.
- Marty: I saw you as you were crossing the street, before you even came in the store...
- Marty: ...and I wanted to come say hello.
- Marty: I just couldn't resist it!
PsychicSweetie: (laughs)
Marty: What's your name?
PsychicSweetie: PsychicSweetie. (She gives a name unusual in the United States, and there's a trace of an accent, hence what follows.)
Marty: Nice to meet you, PsychicSweetie. (Take her hand, give her a warm smile.) I'm Marty. Where are you from?
PsychicSweetie: Germany.
Marty: Do you study here? Work?
PsychicSweetie: I'm here on holiday. (She uses the European expression.)
Marty: How much longer are you staying?
PsychicSweetie: I leave tomorrow.
Marty: Oh, and how have you enjoyed our city?
- Marty: So what do you do back home in Germany?
PsychicSweetie: I'm a student.
Marty: Oh... and what are you studying?
PsychicSweetie: (with that smirk again) Psychology.
- Marty: (laughs) I'll bet you can see right through me.
PsychicSweetie: (peals of laughter)
Marty: What do you want to do when you complete your studies?
PsychicSweetie: Become a psychoanalyst.
Marty: A noble calling indeed.
Then:- Marty: So you leave tomorrow?
PsychicSweetie: Yes.
Marty: Do you want to get a drink together tonight?
PsychicSweetie: I'm already all packed up and ready to go, I'm afraid.
Marty: (smiling, thoughtful look) Well, it was a bit of a long shot!
PsychicSweetie: Yeah... nice try!! (She actually says this.)
-Marty
