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Sup fellas! I'm putting up this FU to show you all that I'm still kicking. I haven't been performing too well out there...keep getting a lot of iffy IHAB rejections after around 5 minutes of conversation. [An observation here: when I go direct twice within the first two to three minutes I ALWAYS get IHAB. If I go direct once, I don't get it until around 5 minutes in. If I don't go direct at all, the girl makes an excuse to leave and asking for digits doesn't seem congruent. How do you tell when IHAB is fake/a test??] This FU illustrates where my game is at as of today. A very short read that looks long thanks to spacing.
The venue
I see an attractive blonde in line at a tiny mall Starbucks. There are people all around seated and standing. An older couple is in line ahead of her. There's no chatter. I gaze at her after I get out of line. She looks over her shoulder in my direction but not directly at me...
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The Conversation
Me: Hi!
Her: [she smiles, not a duchenne, still, I take it as an invitation]
Me: Quick question...did they stop you?
Her: Say what? Who?
Me: The talent agency booth over there
[Im referring to the mall booths where 'agents' stop those they think could be models]
Her: Hahaha no, no. Why should they?
Me: What! Tell you what. I'm going to be your agent. We'll make it big time!
Her: Hahhaa I'm a make up artist so I'd prefer to be on the other side
Me: Oh I see. That's too bad. We could be great you know.
Her: Haha, no, no. *hair flip*
Me: Interesting..hey, you know what.. I see Russian roots [her facial features]
Her: I don't know where I'm from actually. I'm adopted.
Me: Oh! Really?
Her: Yep. I'm adopted by Portuguese immigrants
Me: Oh so you speak?
Her: Nope, not at all
Me: That's a shame. Thought you'd at least learn by osmosis
Her: hah nope
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Handling the Interruption
[Here there's a pause as she makes her order. I go to her right and lock in by the counter. I look around. Everyone in the shop is staring at me like I'm the Second Coming. There's a couple to our right that's playing NSA.] She's now fixing her purse so I want to occupy her mind so that she doesn't begin to wonder why I, a stranger, am still there since there's a gap in speech
Me: You know what. I have to tell you something....[pregnant pause for slightly too long, maybe. five seconds instead of 3. Due to nerves since I was trying to decide whether or not to add a more direct statement]
Her: Oh...I'm nervous about what you're going to say to me now [I take this as a red flag. I was about to say 'I'm only here to shamelessly flirt with you.' Instead I decide to do some more rapport to make her feel more comfortable]
Me: You strike me as the very competitive type. I get the feeling that in the past...you were big into a sport.
Her: Yep! You're totally right.
[Im starting to notice that we aren't eye banging. She's looking in my direction but not square at me.]
Me: Let me guess... Swimming.
Her: Nope.
Me: How far off?
Her: Very far. You're way off
Me: Soccer
Her: Wrong again!
Me: Okay, wow. I'm not doing too good am I...
Her: Nope *fixing scarf unnecessarily*
Me: Then tell me. What is it?
Her: Rodeo. I use to ride
Me: Ohh. Interesting. So you're a horse lover.
Her: Yep. I was born out on a farm. *exaggerated hair flip*
[in retrospect, how does she know where she was born...]
Me: Well that's too bad. I was hoping we could be friends but now that you love horses it just won't work.
Her: Hahaha I'm sure we can move past it!
Me: Say what? [I want her to repeat that she's trying to keep the connection going]
Her: I think we can work through it. [I'm laser eyeing her. She's looking ahead with a slight eye towards my direction but not making full contact]
Me: Oh...maybe. Yeah I've always been more of an aquatic lover [not true at all, lol]. So one thing I've heard from girls that love horses is that they have a "connection" with the animal. Do you feel that with your horses?
Her: Yeah..[she makes a face like wtf are you talking about. that's B.s.]..I do get that.
[We're not making sweet eye contact love. I continue to plow anyway. She's going to have to make it clear that I need to leave her alone. Everyone's still staring. It's dead quiet besides us]
Me: So you own your own horses then?
Her: Yep. Mhm.
Me: Interesting. That's very cool. So what made you decide to escape to the suburbs instead of staying with them? [I trip on my words here a little bit..it comes out audible enough]
Her: My husband. He's in the military. *vigorous head nod + plus slight curt tone here* [she didn't have a wedding ring on her left hand. However she did have an expensive looking ring on her right hand on the same finger. Usually, married women make a point of fixing their hair with their left hand when I accidentally approach them before seeing the ring, so I thought I was in the clear. Different hand, no obvious ring display]
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Exiting the Set
Me: Ohh okay. Well that's too bad. You must miss them.
Her: Yeah, I do
Me: Okay, we'll tell you what- what's your name?
Her: I'm blah blah
Me: Okay, nice meeting you blah blah. I'm G_P [we shake hands. She has a pretty firm grip]
Her: Okay. It was nice meeting you too [I wonder if she meant that. Probably not lol]
As I left I noticed everyone was staring at me with their mouths agape. Especially this older woman hahaha. Although I felt zero pressure during the approach, I wouldn't have done it had she not looked in my direction. My sticking point in terms of approaching is taking the shot under 3 seconds. I can approach many sets now. It's just that I mental masturbate until finding the "perfect" opening line and by then the girl is 200 meter dash, stalker pounce distance away (my problem/fault, I'll fix it).
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Main Questions (2)
I wonder if she was really married or I screwed up somewhere here. What's your take on it? I'm having a hard time distinguishing when IHAB is real or an imaginary friend.
Do sets ever succeed for you when there isn't raw, animalistic eye contact? I ask you guys out of pure curiosity.
Areas For Improvement
In terms of improving future sets that aren't married/don't have boyfriends, I'm thinking:
Thank you all for reading and I look forward to any and all feedback.
The venue
I see an attractive blonde in line at a tiny mall Starbucks. There are people all around seated and standing. An older couple is in line ahead of her. There's no chatter. I gaze at her after I get out of line. She looks over her shoulder in my direction but not directly at me...
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
The Conversation
Me: Hi!
Her: [she smiles, not a duchenne, still, I take it as an invitation]
Me: Quick question...did they stop you?
Her: Say what? Who?
Me: The talent agency booth over there
[Im referring to the mall booths where 'agents' stop those they think could be models]
Her: Hahaha no, no. Why should they?
Me: What! Tell you what. I'm going to be your agent. We'll make it big time!
Her: Hahhaa I'm a make up artist so I'd prefer to be on the other side
Me: Oh I see. That's too bad. We could be great you know.
Her: Haha, no, no. *hair flip*
Me: Interesting..hey, you know what.. I see Russian roots [her facial features]
Her: I don't know where I'm from actually. I'm adopted.
Me: Oh! Really?
Her: Yep. I'm adopted by Portuguese immigrants
Me: Oh so you speak?
Her: Nope, not at all
Me: That's a shame. Thought you'd at least learn by osmosis
Her: hah nope
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Handling the Interruption
[Here there's a pause as she makes her order. I go to her right and lock in by the counter. I look around. Everyone in the shop is staring at me like I'm the Second Coming. There's a couple to our right that's playing NSA.] She's now fixing her purse so I want to occupy her mind so that she doesn't begin to wonder why I, a stranger, am still there since there's a gap in speech
Me: You know what. I have to tell you something....[pregnant pause for slightly too long, maybe. five seconds instead of 3. Due to nerves since I was trying to decide whether or not to add a more direct statement]
Her: Oh...I'm nervous about what you're going to say to me now [I take this as a red flag. I was about to say 'I'm only here to shamelessly flirt with you.' Instead I decide to do some more rapport to make her feel more comfortable]
Me: You strike me as the very competitive type. I get the feeling that in the past...you were big into a sport.
Her: Yep! You're totally right.
[Im starting to notice that we aren't eye banging. She's looking in my direction but not square at me.]
Me: Let me guess... Swimming.
Her: Nope.
Me: How far off?
Her: Very far. You're way off
Me: Soccer
Her: Wrong again!
Me: Okay, wow. I'm not doing too good am I...
Her: Nope *fixing scarf unnecessarily*
Me: Then tell me. What is it?
Her: Rodeo. I use to ride
Me: Ohh. Interesting. So you're a horse lover.
Her: Yep. I was born out on a farm. *exaggerated hair flip*
[in retrospect, how does she know where she was born...]
Me: Well that's too bad. I was hoping we could be friends but now that you love horses it just won't work.
Her: Hahaha I'm sure we can move past it!
Me: Say what? [I want her to repeat that she's trying to keep the connection going]
Her: I think we can work through it. [I'm laser eyeing her. She's looking ahead with a slight eye towards my direction but not making full contact]
Me: Oh...maybe. Yeah I've always been more of an aquatic lover [not true at all, lol]. So one thing I've heard from girls that love horses is that they have a "connection" with the animal. Do you feel that with your horses?
Her: Yeah..[she makes a face like wtf are you talking about. that's B.s.]..I do get that.
[We're not making sweet eye contact love. I continue to plow anyway. She's going to have to make it clear that I need to leave her alone. Everyone's still staring. It's dead quiet besides us]
Me: So you own your own horses then?
Her: Yep. Mhm.
Me: Interesting. That's very cool. So what made you decide to escape to the suburbs instead of staying with them? [I trip on my words here a little bit..it comes out audible enough]
Her: My husband. He's in the military. *vigorous head nod + plus slight curt tone here* [she didn't have a wedding ring on her left hand. However she did have an expensive looking ring on her right hand on the same finger. Usually, married women make a point of fixing their hair with their left hand when I accidentally approach them before seeing the ring, so I thought I was in the clear. Different hand, no obvious ring display]
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Exiting the Set
Me: Ohh okay. Well that's too bad. You must miss them.
Her: Yeah, I do
Me: Okay, we'll tell you what- what's your name?
Her: I'm blah blah
Me: Okay, nice meeting you blah blah. I'm G_P [we shake hands. She has a pretty firm grip]
Her: Okay. It was nice meeting you too [I wonder if she meant that. Probably not lol]
As I left I noticed everyone was staring at me with their mouths agape. Especially this older woman hahaha. Although I felt zero pressure during the approach, I wouldn't have done it had she not looked in my direction. My sticking point in terms of approaching is taking the shot under 3 seconds. I can approach many sets now. It's just that I mental masturbate until finding the "perfect" opening line and by then the girl is 200 meter dash, stalker pounce distance away (my problem/fault, I'll fix it).
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Main Questions (2)
I wonder if she was really married or I screwed up somewhere here. What's your take on it? I'm having a hard time distinguishing when IHAB is real or an imaginary friend.
Do sets ever succeed for you when there isn't raw, animalistic eye contact? I ask you guys out of pure curiosity.
Areas For Improvement
In terms of improving future sets that aren't married/don't have boyfriends, I'm thinking:
- 1. Assuming that no set succeeds with tunnel vision eye sex, I should have picked up sooner that there wasn't much prolonged eye contact going on. Maybe I got fooled by some of the preening.
2. Maybe I should have addressed the social pressure from everyone else, just in case that was making her self-conscious.
3. Maybe I should have brought up age/should bring it up with every woman...The women I meet here at this time of the year are around 25 and up. I've been told that I look like I could pass for high-school. She must have been 24-26. I have read the younger me/older women article by Chase.
Thank you all for reading and I look forward to any and all feedback.
No doubt girls aren't as logical as this 
