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Sup Fellas!
Pow, pow, bam! Back again (high kick!)
Time for an update on the cold approach I did this week on a cute brazilian chick.
So the setting is a bustling shopping district late at night. I had already done three, maybe four approaches. I felt good.
As I waltzed down the street, I scanned for approachable babes while meditating. A short brunette with long flowing hair and twinkling eyes walked by. I continued heading in the opposite direction as my approach weasel activated. “Don’t do it! Don’t do it!”
After a moment of hesitation, I snuffed the thought and ran after her.
The Opener
Me: Hey!
Her: *Turns towards me with wide eyes. I notice that she’s walking a tiny dog. It stares up at me*
Me: Eh, Iwasjustwalking *I pointed in the opposite direction* yeahjustthatwayandIjustsawyouandIwellIwasjustwalkingthere *insert glossolalia*
Breakdown of the Opener
I used no spaces there just to indicate my furious attempt to produce words. I’m still...working on that first three seconds. Straight fight or flight mode, gentlemen. During this momentary, incoherent babble she stares up at me, a blank expression on her face. I throw my hands up as if to say stop (for me, not her), pause my speech, slap on a wry smile and then say:
Me: Wait, you’re not fourteen are you? Just checking.
*Why, hello brain. Long time no see.*
Her: *Strokes her hair and looks away* No, no
Me: Good, cause I stopped you to say that I thought you look cute. *insert puzzled look* Do you not age? What’s your secret?
Her: *Turns her head in the other direction, shakes it as if to say no* There is no secret
Me: That’s too bad. I was hoping there’d be some sort of fountain of youth that you had access too. I want to be young forever *Hands on hips here*
Her: hahaha
Me: ...
Her: How old are you?
Me: You have a very foreign look (*thank you, Tom Torero*). You must be from...Brazil
Her: Yes, I’m from Brazil!
Me: Hm, yeah…*I nod* I've been thinking about going there actually. Is it nice - did you like it there?
Her: Yeah, yeah definitely. *she strokes out her hair. it’s way longer than I first realized*
Me: Oh, then why are you here? *insert shit-eating grin* Can’t have been that good if you escaped, huh *insert extra-shit-eating-grin* Why did you run away! *the delivery on this was key. sounds terrible written, doesn't it?*
Her: hahahaha, noo my parents are here so..
Me: Oh, okay, interesting... You don’t have much of an accent though. I’m surprised
Her: Yeah, no I’ve known english for a long time
Me: Hmm. Don’t you ever miss Brazil though?
Her: Yes, sometimes I do.
Me: Have you been back lately?
Her: No, not in a long time..a few years
Me: Tell you what, we’re going to have to come up with a way to smuggle you back into the country
Her: hahaha okay that sounds great
The Interruption
Her: *Suddenly her phone rings* Hang on, it’s my mom.
Me: *I look down at the dog. It begins sniffing my leg. I reach down to pet it and it rubs its head into my palm while wagging its tail. I pet the dog for a moment, then withdraw before it gets bored. I stare off sexily into the distance as it nuzzles my leg for more. She talks to her mom in portuguese for what feels like about a minute, then hangs up.*
Her: *She hangs up and looks at me*
Me: Wow, you broke out that portuguese like it was nothing
Her: Yeah, I still know it (*or something to that effect*)
Contact info swap
Me: Hey so what are you up to right now, by the way?
Her: I’m just walking the dog
Me: Oh okay and you’re going that way? *I point away with both hands*
Her: Mhm
Me: That’s a shame...I’m going this way *I point away with both hands*…. It’ll never work out between us
Her: hahaha
Me: Tell you what, would you like to have lunch some time?
Her: Sure! *She nods*
Me: Okay
We exchange information and I give her a parting hug. It’s not full on. She decreases the distance with the shoulder while smiling. I shoot her the ice-breaker text 20 minutes later and get an immediate response. I'm shocked. Here’s the entire text exchange so far:
Clarification
In the midday Nov.18 text I wasn't asking for an immediate date. My mistake for trying to keep it as concise as possible. Also, when she says "I guess I'll let you know or something"....what??? I could think of no logical response to that which wouldn't involve some element of chasing and or supplication ("tell me nowww." or "okay. let me be a little dough boy and hold my schedule hostage for you"). So I improvised.
At this point, I thought it best to give a day of silence and then ask a final time for a Sunday get-together. Otherwise it’s time to move on.
Thoughts/feedback for any of this?
Pow, pow, bam! Back again (high kick!)
Time for an update on the cold approach I did this week on a cute brazilian chick.
So the setting is a bustling shopping district late at night. I had already done three, maybe four approaches. I felt good.
As I waltzed down the street, I scanned for approachable babes while meditating. A short brunette with long flowing hair and twinkling eyes walked by. I continued heading in the opposite direction as my approach weasel activated. “Don’t do it! Don’t do it!”
After a moment of hesitation, I snuffed the thought and ran after her.
The Opener
Me: Hey!
Her: *Turns towards me with wide eyes. I notice that she’s walking a tiny dog. It stares up at me*
Me: Eh, Iwasjustwalking *I pointed in the opposite direction* yeahjustthatwayandIjustsawyouandIwellIwasjustwalkingthere *insert glossolalia*
Breakdown of the Opener
I used no spaces there just to indicate my furious attempt to produce words. I’m still...working on that first three seconds. Straight fight or flight mode, gentlemen. During this momentary, incoherent babble she stares up at me, a blank expression on her face. I throw my hands up as if to say stop (for me, not her), pause my speech, slap on a wry smile and then say:
Me: Wait, you’re not fourteen are you? Just checking.
*Why, hello brain. Long time no see.*
Her: *Strokes her hair and looks away* No, no
Me: Good, cause I stopped you to say that I thought you look cute. *insert puzzled look* Do you not age? What’s your secret?
Her: *Turns her head in the other direction, shakes it as if to say no* There is no secret
Me: That’s too bad. I was hoping there’d be some sort of fountain of youth that you had access too. I want to be young forever *Hands on hips here*
Her: hahaha
Me: ...
Her: How old are you?
Me: You have a very foreign look (*thank you, Tom Torero*). You must be from...Brazil
Her: Yes, I’m from Brazil!
Me: Hm, yeah…*I nod* I've been thinking about going there actually. Is it nice - did you like it there?
Her: Yeah, yeah definitely. *she strokes out her hair. it’s way longer than I first realized*
Me: Oh, then why are you here? *insert shit-eating grin* Can’t have been that good if you escaped, huh *insert extra-shit-eating-grin* Why did you run away! *the delivery on this was key. sounds terrible written, doesn't it?*
Her: hahahaha, noo my parents are here so..
Me: Oh, okay, interesting... You don’t have much of an accent though. I’m surprised
Her: Yeah, no I’ve known english for a long time
Me: Hmm. Don’t you ever miss Brazil though?
Her: Yes, sometimes I do.
Me: Have you been back lately?
Her: No, not in a long time..a few years
Me: Tell you what, we’re going to have to come up with a way to smuggle you back into the country
Her: hahaha okay that sounds great
The Interruption
Her: *Suddenly her phone rings* Hang on, it’s my mom.
Me: *I look down at the dog. It begins sniffing my leg. I reach down to pet it and it rubs its head into my palm while wagging its tail. I pet the dog for a moment, then withdraw before it gets bored. I stare off sexily into the distance as it nuzzles my leg for more. She talks to her mom in portuguese for what feels like about a minute, then hangs up.*
Her: *She hangs up and looks at me*
Me: Wow, you broke out that portuguese like it was nothing
Her: Yeah, I still know it (*or something to that effect*)
Contact info swap
Me: Hey so what are you up to right now, by the way?
Her: I’m just walking the dog
Me: Oh okay and you’re going that way? *I point away with both hands*
Her: Mhm
Me: That’s a shame...I’m going this way *I point away with both hands*…. It’ll never work out between us
Her: hahaha
Me: Tell you what, would you like to have lunch some time?
Her: Sure! *She nods*
Me: Okay
We exchange information and I give her a parting hug. It’s not full on. She decreases the distance with the shoulder while smiling. I shoot her the ice-breaker text 20 minutes later and get an immediate response. I'm shocked. Here’s the entire text exchange so far:
Clarification
In the midday Nov.18 text I wasn't asking for an immediate date. My mistake for trying to keep it as concise as possible. Also, when she says "I guess I'll let you know or something"....what??? I could think of no logical response to that which wouldn't involve some element of chasing and or supplication ("tell me nowww." or "okay. let me be a little dough boy and hold my schedule hostage for you"). So I improvised.
At this point, I thought it best to give a day of silence and then ask a final time for a Sunday get-together. Otherwise it’s time to move on.
Thoughts/feedback for any of this?
