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This one's fresh off the presses mates. Happened literally two hours ago, so I decide to draft it for you while I still remember the dialogue very clearly. It's quite short, yet seems lengthier due to spacing.
In lunch line I spy this 5'2" dark haired cutie-pie with my little eye. Dressed to the nines with locks down to be waist. As she orders her food, the guy taking it suddenly snaps at her, then turns away. I mozey up to her using the situational gold mine and proceed with the best "game" I've yet to display so far. So smooth. So natural, even though I had a nagging feeling during the encounter. Too bad I screw it up. Let the magic ensue
*Walt Disney rolls the film*
Me: *slowly saunter to her side, lock in on the counter, nudge her on the shoulder and lean-in in a calibrated way to whisper, while looking mysteriously ahead, just as Chase commands us - can tell it was successful by the way she immediately reciprocates and leans towards me to hear, shoulders almost touching*
Me: "Hey, looks like somebody's having a rough day.."
Her: "Yeah, I don't know what I did. But I bet I'd be having a rough day too if I was working here."
Me: "Oh, don't play coy. I know you must have caused him some trouble." *I slowly turn to stare into her soul, as I connect, I look into the eyes of a woman who's already positively beaming. Huge smile, lads. Huge smile.*
Her: *while still smiling* "Yeah" *more smiling, looks down, turns so that full body faces me*
Her: "I'm [Censored] by the way" *extends her hand* (whispering ceased)
Me: "Wow, that's great. Guess what my name is." *take and shake, it's firm and warm but doesn't last longer than 3 seconds*
Her: *HUGE SMILE* "It's [Censored] isn't it??"
Me: "Yep, this makes it great"
Her: "Yeah, so easy to remember" *nods*
Me: "You're all dressed to the nines (I look into her eyes as I say it, while moving my extended palm up and down for emphasis). My guess is you're going out to cause more trouble tonight." *Cue cheeky grin*
Her: "No, I'm not." (looks of the side) "I mean I always try to look nice" (looks to the side) *proceeds to do a weird thing where she grabs the ends of her jacket, rotates slowly like a sprinkler from side to side - imagine what a little girl in a dress does when she's bored and standing in line*
Me: "I see" (I say this all the time..maybe because I'm an INFP) *I turn to look ahead stoically and let the conversation drop...I count to six, then re-open. Chase mentioned something about doing this once - I think in an indirect, direct article - makes it seem like you are actively choosing to continue conversation*
Me: "Those are very intersting earrings - I've never seen that before" (she has gauges that are filled with something, dunno what"
Her: *Her face is beaming now* "Really, everyone says that!" *smile* "I've had them since sophomore year"
Me: "Sophomore!?" *feigned shock* "No way, you can't be serious" *cue cheeky smile*
Her: "No, no, high school hahaha" *smile* "I'm a freshman"
Me: "Oh okay. I was about to say...good Lord. Slow down!"
Her: *smile*
Me: "Hmm, okay, you strike me as either Psychology or English"
Her: "Really?...I do kind of give off that artsy vibe. I'm actually architecture." NOTE- "artsy vibe" will now become one of my openers. Thanks [censored]
Me: "Oh, that's very interesting..hm and can you guess what I'm doing?" FLAG - first mistake here, why didn't I go on and ask what drove her into architecture??? Why turn the light back to me??? Huh??? Why didn't I deep dive! Because I thought, oh my goodness... this much dialogue and she hasn't asked me a single personal question (she actually had asked one). I got in my head here.
Her: *smile* "Hm..well most [censored]'s are engineering."
Me: *Betraying genuine suprise* "Really? That's far off." *Said with a smokey smile and in a teasing way*
Her: *laughter* "Oh, what is it?"
Me: "I'm doing business" FLAG - should have made her work for it. Gave it up too easy
Her: "Oh really, I would have never guessed that" *shaking head*
Kitchen guy: "For here or to go"
Me: *Looking ahead* "To go"
*brief pause as he rustles with food and hands me box*
Me: "Nice meeting you [censored]" *I turn and walk away without looking back *
Her: *out my peripheral, I see her turn towards me quickly, then turn back* "Bye!"
Me: *surpress an urge to turn back and say, 'hey, have dinner with me.' Instead I walk away*
Sticking point
F.Y.I. , this is the third time I've done this in this very same lunch line. At first, I would never initiate conversation. Now I initiate but don't carry through unless I'm ABSOLUTELY certain of interest. Which is stupid. I'll never be absolutely certain. Chase mentions getting surprised all the time. That's my sticking point. ;/
Something in this interaction that I didn't mention was that punctuating all those smiles were times when she would display a very profound "microexpressions" of contempt. In hindsight, I believe this may have been her default expression when thinking about something she wanted to say (Chase mentions that girls might make funny faces when they're about to open you). Given my training though, mid-set I kept thinking, "maybe she's just enjoying my attention and really isn't enamored. Contempt could be as sense of superiority because I don't realize she's feigning interst."
The women I'd opened before this unsettled me by their lack of total investment in the conversation, yet quizzically remaining friendly during the engagement. Think Chase when he wrote about being opened in a bar by a rather chubby lady and maintaining minimum investment in conversation while occasionally smiling. In all three scenarios I've ultimately auto-rejected myself because I didn't sense explicit buying signals. WHICH IS STUPID I KNOW. The feminine imperative is to show both hot and cold and I don't have the experience to tell what's what yet. Derp.
Future Objectives
No more field reports until (1) instant date, or (2) rejection/I test the waters successfully in another, similar situation
In lunch line I spy this 5'2" dark haired cutie-pie with my little eye. Dressed to the nines with locks down to be waist. As she orders her food, the guy taking it suddenly snaps at her, then turns away. I mozey up to her using the situational gold mine and proceed with the best "game" I've yet to display so far. So smooth. So natural, even though I had a nagging feeling during the encounter. Too bad I screw it up. Let the magic ensue
*Walt Disney rolls the film*
Me: *slowly saunter to her side, lock in on the counter, nudge her on the shoulder and lean-in in a calibrated way to whisper, while looking mysteriously ahead, just as Chase commands us - can tell it was successful by the way she immediately reciprocates and leans towards me to hear, shoulders almost touching*
Me: "Hey, looks like somebody's having a rough day.."
Her: "Yeah, I don't know what I did. But I bet I'd be having a rough day too if I was working here."
Me: "Oh, don't play coy. I know you must have caused him some trouble." *I slowly turn to stare into her soul, as I connect, I look into the eyes of a woman who's already positively beaming. Huge smile, lads. Huge smile.*
Her: *while still smiling* "Yeah" *more smiling, looks down, turns so that full body faces me*
Her: "I'm [Censored] by the way" *extends her hand* (whispering ceased)
Me: "Wow, that's great. Guess what my name is." *take and shake, it's firm and warm but doesn't last longer than 3 seconds*
Her: *HUGE SMILE* "It's [Censored] isn't it??"
Me: "Yep, this makes it great"
Her: "Yeah, so easy to remember" *nods*
Me: "You're all dressed to the nines (I look into her eyes as I say it, while moving my extended palm up and down for emphasis). My guess is you're going out to cause more trouble tonight." *Cue cheeky grin*
Her: "No, I'm not." (looks of the side) "I mean I always try to look nice" (looks to the side) *proceeds to do a weird thing where she grabs the ends of her jacket, rotates slowly like a sprinkler from side to side - imagine what a little girl in a dress does when she's bored and standing in line*
Me: "I see" (I say this all the time..maybe because I'm an INFP) *I turn to look ahead stoically and let the conversation drop...I count to six, then re-open. Chase mentioned something about doing this once - I think in an indirect, direct article - makes it seem like you are actively choosing to continue conversation*
Me: "Those are very intersting earrings - I've never seen that before" (she has gauges that are filled with something, dunno what"
Her: *Her face is beaming now* "Really, everyone says that!" *smile* "I've had them since sophomore year"
Me: "Sophomore!?" *feigned shock* "No way, you can't be serious" *cue cheeky smile*
Her: "No, no, high school hahaha" *smile* "I'm a freshman"
Me: "Oh okay. I was about to say...good Lord. Slow down!"
Her: *smile*
Me: "Hmm, okay, you strike me as either Psychology or English"
Her: "Really?...I do kind of give off that artsy vibe. I'm actually architecture." NOTE- "artsy vibe" will now become one of my openers. Thanks [censored]
Me: "Oh, that's very interesting..hm and can you guess what I'm doing?" FLAG - first mistake here, why didn't I go on and ask what drove her into architecture??? Why turn the light back to me??? Huh??? Why didn't I deep dive! Because I thought, oh my goodness... this much dialogue and she hasn't asked me a single personal question (she actually had asked one). I got in my head here.
Her: *smile* "Hm..well most [censored]'s are engineering."
Me: *Betraying genuine suprise* "Really? That's far off." *Said with a smokey smile and in a teasing way*
Her: *laughter* "Oh, what is it?"
Me: "I'm doing business" FLAG - should have made her work for it. Gave it up too easy
Her: "Oh really, I would have never guessed that" *shaking head*
Kitchen guy: "For here or to go"
Me: *Looking ahead* "To go"
*brief pause as he rustles with food and hands me box*
Me: "Nice meeting you [censored]" *I turn and walk away without looking back *
Her: *out my peripheral, I see her turn towards me quickly, then turn back* "Bye!"
Me: *surpress an urge to turn back and say, 'hey, have dinner with me.' Instead I walk away*
Sticking point
F.Y.I. , this is the third time I've done this in this very same lunch line. At first, I would never initiate conversation. Now I initiate but don't carry through unless I'm ABSOLUTELY certain of interest. Which is stupid. I'll never be absolutely certain. Chase mentions getting surprised all the time. That's my sticking point. ;/
Something in this interaction that I didn't mention was that punctuating all those smiles were times when she would display a very profound "microexpressions" of contempt. In hindsight, I believe this may have been her default expression when thinking about something she wanted to say (Chase mentions that girls might make funny faces when they're about to open you). Given my training though, mid-set I kept thinking, "maybe she's just enjoying my attention and really isn't enamored. Contempt could be as sense of superiority because I don't realize she's feigning interst."
The women I'd opened before this unsettled me by their lack of total investment in the conversation, yet quizzically remaining friendly during the engagement. Think Chase when he wrote about being opened in a bar by a rather chubby lady and maintaining minimum investment in conversation while occasionally smiling. In all three scenarios I've ultimately auto-rejected myself because I didn't sense explicit buying signals. WHICH IS STUPID I KNOW. The feminine imperative is to show both hot and cold and I don't have the experience to tell what's what yet. Derp.
Future Objectives
No more field reports until (1) instant date, or (2) rejection/I test the waters successfully in another, similar situation
