Spring Break in New Orleans
New Orleans, as I discovered on this trip is truly an amazing city! I went there with friend back from when I used to live on the West Coast, as well as a Brazilian guy who I met while traveling last winter. Because we were somewhat late in planning, we got a barely decent hotel in the the midtown neighborhood, about a 10 minute ride from the Bourbon street action. Clearly not the best logistics, but it had to do.
My friend from the West Coast, let's call him Ryan, is a Vietnamese-American who's about 5 years younger than I am. He pretty much breaks all the stereotype of your typical Asian - he dresses well, is into poli-sci and history, has studied abroad in Russia and is extremely sarcastic. Especially because of the sarcasm, we bust on each other non-stop and have a blast.
The other guy, let's call him Ernesto, is a researcher working at the uni in the Louisiana capital. He's a fun guy, but I would put him on the "nice guy" scale of seduction (of course, he kept trying to convince me to go to titty bars and to the Asian massage parlor that he had already visited in New Orleans before).
New Orleans' main drag is called Bourbon Street. Most of it is closed off to autos and you will find people of all ages (mostly young people, lots of hotties!) walking to and fro one bar to the other one. Especially since I don't drink, Bourbon St. is the perfect venue for gaming.
I tried to remember my interactions at first, but there must have been too many, because I don't remember any details from Friday, our first night there.. Suffice it to say that nothing of consequence happened with any women.
Saturday
My buddies and I went down to check out the Mississippi for the first time in life (it felt real special, I always think of Tom Sawyer when I think of the Mississippi River). They decided to stop off at Harrah's casino first. I did a double-take on a curvy Spanish chick who was sitting on the stairs. Eventually I found my balls and approached her. Bantered about her travels - she was there for an electronic music festival that was taking place, I teased her a little bit about waiting on the stairs trying to attract random guys. She said she was under 21 and was just waiting for her friends. It was 2 PM, so I just got her number and told her I'd text her and maybe we'd meet up.
A bit later, as we were walking along the waterfront, there was a group with 2 girls and 1 guy walking ahead of us. They were clearly drinking (but not too much) and one of the chicks was HOT. Anyways, she spilled her drink, and I asked if she always defiles streets like that. She said yes, but I didn't really know how to continue the convo.
From all the interactions with women on Bourbon Street, I remembered the following 2 quite well:
Laura
She's sitting on the sidewalk, a common sight on Bourbon - people get tired of all the drinking and walking and just want to chill out and people watch. I sit with her and give her a complimented. She was friendly enough with a pretty sarcastic sense of humor. Throughout the course of the convo, she winds up qualifying herself by telling me she has a master's degree. I thankfully keep my mouth mum so as not to show off and not to look try-hard. Somehow penis size came up and I told her that mine is reeallly small, I can barely see it. LOL. She had some lipstick on her nose, so I go take it off with my index finger, and go in for a spontaneous kiss right after. I get a peck but she pulls away. We banter for a little bit more and eventually her friends come back. I'm sitting on the sidewalk and figure that if she wants me to come, she'll say something. She doesn't. They just leave.
Max
She was sitting with her friend on a stoop. I go in, compliment her and join them. She's quite friendly and I'm sitting real close. I have a feeling I can just make out with her, but it seems too fast. I just et in some incidental touching. I tells me she's on some drugs (Molly) and we connect on where she lives (I used to live there). That actually makes the convo a little bit stale, because there aren't many emotions connecting on this place..... The convo dies a bit so I decide to just ask her the hypothesized sexual scenario with the small penis. She barely lets me finish the setup because waiting for sex until marriage would never happen with her. I tell her to just use her imagination. Anyways, she said something like she would walk away from the guy. Then she proceeds to ask me if she answered correctly because this seemed like a survey. That feminine intuition. Their guy friend comes and I chat with him a little bit, but the energy is off with Max. Her girlfriend comes back and then all three of them leave.
Again on Bourbon, I spot this black girl walking (I was actually about to start speaking on the phone, which rarely works because it shows non-commital to the convo, but here it worked to my surprise). I get her to stop with a direct opener and she seems super interested. We keep bantering and I miss the window of moving her, but she volunteers to do it herself by saying:
So you wanna get a drink or something
Escalation opportunity. Of course, I say yes, put my arm around her and we proceed to walk in the direction of Canal Street, from where I'm planning on taking a cab back to the hotel. I deep-dive and tease her a little bit as we're walking. About a block from Canal, she asks me where we're going. I say
you'll see. She's not having it, she's asking me if we're going to Hard Rock Cafe. As we turn onto Canal, I could feel she's getting nervous. She asks me again and I tell her we're going to a place that has artisinal vodka (hotel room he). Of course she counters
I don't like vodka
We come to a stop and I actually go in for a kiss (quite spontaneously), but I should probably have been a little bit more aggressive. Anyways, she gets uneasy and says:
girl: I'm not going with you, you may corner me or something
me: Corner you? You are free to go..
She turns, I turn and we walk in opposite directions. Yep, felt good to just say it like it was, although I probably could've been more tactful. The issue was that I don't drink, and it would probably have been odd to her had we gone to a bar and I ordered a non-alco drink. So that's why I decided to go for it and just attempt to take her directly to the hotel room.
Sunday
Again, I kept gaming on Bourbon Street non-stop. Ryan was a excellent traveling companion for this because as soon as we got to Bourbon the first night, he went into party mode and started prancing (literally) , screaming, high-fiving and generally having a positive aura. This behavior continued unprovoked for the whole time we were in New Orleans. On Bourbon, he would often just run somewhere on a whim without concern for where I was, which is great, since I've gotten pretty used to gaming on my own and occassionally like to run after girls I find attractive and stop them.
I stopped these two German girls and Ryan helped me game them. It was perfect in that he liked one, I liked the other one. We bantered with them and I got their phone number, which they seemed just a little bit uneasy to give at first. They were on their way to some bar - I didn't want to tag along, so I figured I'd just get their number and we'd meet up later. They never texted back
We went to some bar off of Bourbon for some variety. It was dead, but Ryan started speaking with this chick who was standing outside smoking. I hung back, sat on a stoop and decided to just observe. He was doing an excellent job teasing her and establishing rapport. I wanted to take notes, but they were changing topics very quickly. At a certain point while talking about Oregon, the chick said that her boyfriend moved to Oregon and became gay.
chick: Are you gay?
Ryan: I was gay but now I'm straight (complete deadpan)
The chick naturally went back inside after she finished the cigarette. I complimented Ryan on his convo skills and pointed out that the girl liked him but he HAD HAD to get that chick's number, she wasn't gonna do it for himself. He immediately recognized his mistake, and I think this fired him up for the next interaction.
We were back on Bourbon Street and see these two Spanish girls walking in our direction. Before I react, Ryan chimes in:
Ryan: Dorothy, you're not in Kansas anymore {chick 1 was wearing red heels}
They stop and we banter and he is just TEASING the cuter girl relentlessly. I stalled because I wasn't so attracted to the other one. He makes her guess where he's from based on how he's dressed, then makes her guess what nationality he is, then tells her not to touch him when she slaps him lightly on the chest. Naturally, this only raises her attraction for him. Probably 5 minutes pass and she remarks to her friend how Ryan is a smooth talker. Somewhere along the interaction, Ryan missed a window because they're about to leave. It turns out that they're celebrating their birthdays, which is why they're dressed a little bit more elegantly than your average Bourbon Street female pedestrian. I ask chick 1 where they're staying at. Neither of us invite them anywhere and so eventually they leave, but not before Ryan drops his cards and becomes needy by asking the girl for a hug and going in for the kiss. It didn't really matter, but it was very interesting to see how the girl's feelings changed visibly as Ryan pursued her a little bit.
Monday
1
Beautiful girl by park where brass band was playing. She was with a friend and I allowed the convo to die out after the initial compliment and introduction pleasantries
2
Met up with Ryan in Louis Armstrong Park. We were just chilling and I see these two hotties walking on the path. I tell him to follow me and I run up to them and compliment both. They're not really having it. After the customary "where are you from" (since we're all travelers), one of them says something along the lines of "Ok, is there anything else you want from us?" We let them go.
3
Almost immediately I spot another 2 girls. I opened then with some kind of in-the-moment opinion opener that made sense at the time but I don't think they really even got it because the vibe was good. Just goes to the show the importance of emotion and intent when opening. We both teased them and Ryan reedemed himself (somewhat) by being direct and dominant towards the end of the interaction
Ok, what I want you to do is put my number into your phone and if you guys are doing anything fun, text us
They complied.
I'm not gonna give this one it's own heading, because it wasn't an approach. Rather, we were approached. We're walking around the park and this fat black lady with huge tits walks in our direction. Just as she passes Ryan, she stops him and asks:
lady: Am I packing some here ? {pointing to her tits}
Ryan didn't know how to react, I found this hilarious. She didn't seem to be high, but clearly either had a good sense of humor or was just looney. Or a hooker. They talked for a little bit and I even considered inviting her as a wing, but quickly changed my mind when I realistically saw that she was only gonna hamper us.
lady: Where are you from?
Ryan: Oregon
lady: Do you want my Oregon?
Haha, what a line.
4
We went to Frenchman Street, which is less of a shitshow, more sophisticated and has even more high-quality music than Bourbon Street. We stumbled into a club where an all-female live reggae cover band started playing. This music is my cup of tea. A group of black girls were near us and one spontaneously started to dance with me. We exchanged name, but I didn't take it further, cuz I didn't want to ruin the "fun" vibe. Darn
I then had a string of rejections from ladies in the reggae club, which didn't dampen my spirits too much, because I was genuinely enjoying the music.
5
After maxing out with the reggae music, we went to an adjacent bar, where an awesome early-style-Louis Armstrong-style band was playing (they're called Swamp Donkeys). The singer actually sang like Louis. This shit was really special! I noticed a very curvy girl rocking out and enjoying the music so I went up, introduced myself and danced with her. We danced close and then danced apart. I told her in a sultry way I really liked the way she danced. Unfortunately, she went back to her friends after some time, and I never reconnected with her.
6
Back out on Frenchman Street, I spot a girl with a bike eating a hot dog and engage with her. I tell Ryan,
this girl looks exactly like where you're from
That kind of piques her interest and we banter with her. She seems a little bit interested, but again, neither I nor Ryan invite her to join us directly. As she rides off, Ryan screams:
7
We're just chilling on a quiet block of Bourbon (yes, the mayhem does subside at a certain point) when we see a girl passing with something strange on her chest. She's cute too, so I motion Ryan to follow me and run up to her.
She's sporting this strange alien baby doll on her chest and is also wearing a masquerade mask. This gives her a really interesting edge, especially since she's also quite pretty. Very fun chick who we later see again and take a photograph with. Again, though, I don't take the reigns and command her to join us..
8
These two were prob. in early 20's. One of them was chubby, the other one was absolutely gorgeous and was wearing one of those tops with no bra where the tits are almost coming out from the side. I bantered with them a bit, but then they turned their attention to friends, so I ejected.
9
I see two girls sitting on the sidewalk at an intersection. I kneel down to talk to one and she's drunk flirty. All of a sudden their leader comes in. I introduce myself and she says:
bitchy leader: Fuck you!
me: Wow, she must be the leader of the group. No fuck you! Be nice {I point at her with my index finger. Her mood changes}
bitchy leader: .......
me : I'm snipefield
bitchy leader: I'm bitchy leader {I keep her hand atop mine and kiss it}
Alas, these girls were getting a cab and they were relatively drunk (although the bitchy leader seemed sober).
Eddie
This guys deserves a special heading in this report. You'll see, dear hypothetical reader, why.
We were tired of hanging at Bourbon Street and decided to hit up a bar frequented by locals in another part of town. We get there. It's a Monday night. There are probably 6 people - all of them are the same type - tattoos, ripped jean jackets, punk rock / heavy metal t-shirts. It's dead.
I sit and order a tonic water (my go to) and just chill. Ryan is talking with some dude. I start talking with a guy to my left. I tell him we were tired of Bourbon and wanted to check another scene out. He says that this place is pretty dead, but he'll be happy to take us to another bar nearby, if we'd like.
As long as you don't murder us, I reply. I don't get a crazy or a gay vibe from him, so I figure why not. We leave the bar and go to his SUV around the corner. Eddie has recently returned from living in New York but doesn't have a place to live, so he's been living out of his SUV. All his shit is in the back seat, so one of us has to climb into the hatchback. Ryan is being a little wuss, so I just go back there, and it's actually quite comfortable. We get on our way to the first bar. Eddie's telling us his life story (not at all in a sob-story way), just real talk. Some shit about his army days, some shit about being a chef in New York and living with some "broad" (as he referred to her) in Newark, NJ. He keeps teasing Ryan and me about being gay, and I go along with it "why else would a white guy and Chinese guy hang out together". We get to the first bar, and it's dead. We buy Eddie a beer and he takes us to the next place on the list.
We really had a fun time chatting with him. We were talking about women and Eddie unprovoked says one of the best lines I've heard in a while. He was referring to PC everything is nowadays in regards to women and says:
you know, I'm from the old school, where no means yes, yes means anal and anal means tie me up and do whatever you want to me
Classic!
He also kept telling us about this hooker friend of his who owed him lots of favors and asked us a couple of times if we were interested, he could call her up. Unfortunately, even party New Orlean has quiet times. We went to 3 more places after the 2nd bar, and all of them were dead. While parking for the last place back near Bourbon, this homeless guy comes up and asks Eddie for change just as he's getting out of the vehicle. Eddie doesn't hear him and asks the guy to repeat himself. The guy does.
Eddie: Usually, when people ask me to do something, they pay me. Suck my dick!
And what do you know, the guy fucks off! Eddie was a good example of a edgy, street smart don't-take-shit-from noone guy. And he was quite kind, too, didn't want much from us except to just buy him a beer...
Tuesday
Ryan left in the evening (Ernesto left on Sunday night), so I was out solo on St. Patrick's day. Again, I approached lots, but here are the notable ones:
Alas, my most successful interaction came early in the night. I pass two girls on Bourbon and then after turning the other direction, pass them again. The friend is distracted with buying something at the shack bars that line Bourbon. I open this girl
me: Hey, I have to tell you, you are absolutely adorable.
Hailey: Thank you {beams}
me: I'm snipefield. {I get real close}
Hailey: I'm Hailey
me: Have you gotten your St. Patrick's Day kiss yet?
Hailey: No
me: {I go in for the kiss and we then we start making out right in the middle of the street. I pull away first and look deep i her eyes. This girl is my type - blonde, blue eyes, quite tall, she is beautuiful. I clasp my hands behind her neck, rest them on her shoulders} Where are you from?
Hailey: Chicago. You?
me: ...... my state.... {I keep looking in her eyes and go in for a make-out again} My friends ditched me, they all left. But it's OK, I like hanging out myself {said in a non-needy way}
Hailey, I better go, but we should meet up later.
Hailey: OK.
me: OK, lemme get your phone.
Hailey: I left my phone at home
me: Really? {I actually pat her down completely and don't spot it} Hmm, well we'll have to meet up randomly
I kiss her again and then leave. My reasoning was that it was early in the night, it would've been weird to tag along with her, especially since she was with her friend. Now, though, I realize that I should have at least engaged the friend and seen where that would've taken me. In the least, I should've gotten the friend's number to contact Hailey. Needless to say, I never saw her on this last night in New Orleans.
Some of the other chicks I spoke with that night:
NZ girls - they were in a lighhearted, jokey mood, and I was too serious. There was a girl I spontaneously picked up after she jokingly hit me while walking past me. In a bar with live funk music, I complemented and danced with an absolute blonde bombshell, but she then went back to her friends. I got tired of being on Bourbon and decided to go to a karaoke bar. It was quite a trek and a waste of time, but I spotted a cute older girl on the sidewalk outside of some bar and started to talk with her after a complement. She seemed flattered and we talked about life in New Orleans, but I ejected with an excuse that at the time was something along the lines of "she seems too chill". Started regretting pretty much as soon as I went, because she actually was quite genuine and all I had to do was at least continue to show interest in her..
There were two girls who I used pushed pull successfully initially, but then they reciprocated and I started to chase. At a certain point, it was 2:50 AM and I decided to call it quits. I was quite excited about the trip right after I got back home. Writing this now, however, the fact that I didn't get a girl is hurting my ego.
But, my big takeaways from the trip: since I'm used to gaming solo, it's nice to do it with someone else. Basically, Ryan is a natural - he hasn't studied any pickup theory and instinctively knows how to pull girls' emotional strings. He's younger and naturally better at game than me, but I truly enjoyed this educational experience. Also, I noticed how the dynamic that he and I have should be exactly the dynamic that I initially have with girls. This is contrast with my typical interactions with women on dates, where I noticed that I don't tease them or avoid controversial topics because I'm wary I'll offend them. I've noticed that this carries into other interactions. For example, there's a guy in my apartment building who I go to the gym with sometimes. He's a gym rat and has lackluster convo skills. I'll ask him how his day has been, and he'll go into a detailed story about the muscle groups he did last time at the gym, or the minute details of all the school projects assignments that he has had. I basically ignore this cuz I fear that I told him I don't give a shit about his projects, he'd probably take an ego hit.
Another interesting observations from N.O. was that it's one of the few places where street approach is actually quite common. As a result, a regular street approach to a hot chick on Bourbon is nothing out of the ordinary for her, and one must differentiate himself in other ways. I especially saw black guys hitting on chicks (kudos to them!). I was curious and actually aked a couple of girls who were just hit on by black guys what their game was and the girl basically told me that she was just going along with what he was saying and not investing in the convo. Sample size of 1 though, so not much meaning in that.....
