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TLDR: met an attractive lady in daytime cold approach; completely failed to hook; proposed a dinner date and grabbed digits; no response to text.
Approach and opening
Late in the afternoon one sunny Saturday a few weeks ago, I was walking through a square in my hometown when I passed a lady around 30 years old, with a very tanned complexion, mid-length brunette hair worn in a bob, and wearing an A-line sundress and dark sunglasses, sitting in direct sunlight at an outdoor table of a café nursing a cocktail. I was headed to a nearby mall to look for a handbag for an upcoming one-day visit to a neighboring country's capital by train. I picked out an excellent handbag (which turned out to be useful not only for trips, but day-to-day: a fine accessory which matches my other dark brown leather items, but that is for a different section of the Forums) and turned back the way I came. The lady was still sitting where I last saw her.
There was something oddly refreshing about her, like a cool drop of condensation on the outside of a water-glass on a hot day: I can't quite place the feeling. Perhaps it was the way she carried herself, even when seated. We'll call her Waterdrop.
I resolved to say hello, and decided to attempt the "authoritative approach" recommended by Chase in the linked article; I have a feeling that I flunked it though.
I approached the table where she was sitting, and from about a meter's distance turned my head to face her, but didn't give her my full body language, which I pointed instead toward the table itself and the empty chair opposite, where I hoped to sit.
Marty: Good afternoon!
Waterdrop: Good afternoon!
Marty: You look very interesting, and I want to meet you.
Waterdrop: Oh! (smiling) Hahahahaha!
Marty: (grinning) I simply couldn't resist it!
Waterdrop: (flirtatious laughter) Hahahahaha!
Marty: What's your name?
Waterdrop: Waterdrop.
Marty: Good to meet you. I'm Marty. (extend my hand and grasp hers gently)
Waterdrop: Good to meet you too, Marty.
Marty: (indicating empty chair with a broad gesture) May I take a seat?
Waterdrop: Certainly.
Conversation and number close
I sat and we began conversation. I remarked that the weather had cooled a little, a relief from the constant heat of past weeks, and she agreed that it was pleasant to be able to sit in the sunshine without the excessive heat. I asked her what she did for a living; she replied that she was an assistant in a construction firm. I remarked that it was probably a lot of responsibility supporting a busy executive, but she broke rapport and responded "Not really".
Marty: So you're just chilling in the sunshine this afternoon?
Waterdrop: Yes. Did you see the Brazilian festival in the main city square? I just got done there; they're packing up now.
Marty: Ah that's what it was. I went for a run this morning in the park and heard some drumming.
Waterdrop: Yeah, there was dancing; it was pretty good actually.
Marty: Do you dance yourself?
Waterdrop: Not professionally.
Marty: Ah, you mean you do a little social dancing?
Waterdrop: Yeah, on and off.
Marty: What about performances? You say you enjoyed the dance show, do you visit the theater often?
Waterdrop: Yes actually, I like ballet.
The conversation was factual and devoid of any real connection. I asked what part of town she lived, and when she reciprocated, I mentioned I spent about half of each year living here, but she didn't take the bait and ask where I spent the rest of my time, let alone why. Time to exit:
Marty: Well, I shan't keep you from enjoying your cocktail on this lovely day. Would you like to get dinner sometime?
Waterdrop: Sure!
Marty: Here, let me grab your number.
I handed her my phone and asked what messaging app she preferred to be contacted on; she said WhatsApp, which is unsurprising in this part of the world. I left her to finish up her afternoon café session and wished her a good evening.
Texting
About 90 minutes after I left her, at 18:45, I sent an icebreaker:
Marty: Good evening, Waterdrop. Happy to have met a fellow ballet enthusiast! Save my number, please
Marty
No response. Ten days later, Tuesday evening:
Marty: Good evening, Waterdrop, I hope that you had a nice weekend. How does your schedule look for this week? Would an invitation to dinner on, say, Thursday or Friday suit you?
No response. As mentioned above, I had been unable to find any topics to connect on during the initial conversation, so I wasn't too surprised not to hear back. I might have lubricated the interaction better if I had been more direct in the approach, I feel. "You look interesting" and "I couldn't resist it" were probably a bit weak and I needed to lay it on thicker. She had a pretty face that had an interesting, fairly flat profile; I could have described to her in detail what I liked about it and how pretty and exciting I found it, also complimenting her on her breezy, refreshing look and the way she held herself in the sundress. Maybe that would have gotten me to a hook point. Sometimes I am a bit shy to tell women in person how much I like them until I know them a bit better.
Approach and opening
Late in the afternoon one sunny Saturday a few weeks ago, I was walking through a square in my hometown when I passed a lady around 30 years old, with a very tanned complexion, mid-length brunette hair worn in a bob, and wearing an A-line sundress and dark sunglasses, sitting in direct sunlight at an outdoor table of a café nursing a cocktail. I was headed to a nearby mall to look for a handbag for an upcoming one-day visit to a neighboring country's capital by train. I picked out an excellent handbag (which turned out to be useful not only for trips, but day-to-day: a fine accessory which matches my other dark brown leather items, but that is for a different section of the Forums) and turned back the way I came. The lady was still sitting where I last saw her.
There was something oddly refreshing about her, like a cool drop of condensation on the outside of a water-glass on a hot day: I can't quite place the feeling. Perhaps it was the way she carried herself, even when seated. We'll call her Waterdrop.
I resolved to say hello, and decided to attempt the "authoritative approach" recommended by Chase in the linked article; I have a feeling that I flunked it though.
I approached the table where she was sitting, and from about a meter's distance turned my head to face her, but didn't give her my full body language, which I pointed instead toward the table itself and the empty chair opposite, where I hoped to sit.
Marty: Good afternoon!
Waterdrop: Good afternoon!
Marty: You look very interesting, and I want to meet you.
Waterdrop: Oh! (smiling) Hahahahaha!
Marty: (grinning) I simply couldn't resist it!
Waterdrop: (flirtatious laughter) Hahahahaha!
Marty: What's your name?
Waterdrop: Waterdrop.
Marty: Good to meet you. I'm Marty. (extend my hand and grasp hers gently)
Waterdrop: Good to meet you too, Marty.
Marty: (indicating empty chair with a broad gesture) May I take a seat?
Waterdrop: Certainly.
Conversation and number close
I sat and we began conversation. I remarked that the weather had cooled a little, a relief from the constant heat of past weeks, and she agreed that it was pleasant to be able to sit in the sunshine without the excessive heat. I asked her what she did for a living; she replied that she was an assistant in a construction firm. I remarked that it was probably a lot of responsibility supporting a busy executive, but she broke rapport and responded "Not really".
Marty: So you're just chilling in the sunshine this afternoon?
Waterdrop: Yes. Did you see the Brazilian festival in the main city square? I just got done there; they're packing up now.
Marty: Ah that's what it was. I went for a run this morning in the park and heard some drumming.
Waterdrop: Yeah, there was dancing; it was pretty good actually.
Marty: Do you dance yourself?
Waterdrop: Not professionally.
Marty: Ah, you mean you do a little social dancing?
Waterdrop: Yeah, on and off.
Marty: What about performances? You say you enjoyed the dance show, do you visit the theater often?
Waterdrop: Yes actually, I like ballet.
The conversation was factual and devoid of any real connection. I asked what part of town she lived, and when she reciprocated, I mentioned I spent about half of each year living here, but she didn't take the bait and ask where I spent the rest of my time, let alone why. Time to exit:
Marty: Well, I shan't keep you from enjoying your cocktail on this lovely day. Would you like to get dinner sometime?
Waterdrop: Sure!
Marty: Here, let me grab your number.
I handed her my phone and asked what messaging app she preferred to be contacted on; she said WhatsApp, which is unsurprising in this part of the world. I left her to finish up her afternoon café session and wished her a good evening.
Texting
About 90 minutes after I left her, at 18:45, I sent an icebreaker:
Marty: Good evening, Waterdrop. Happy to have met a fellow ballet enthusiast! Save my number, please

No response. Ten days later, Tuesday evening:
Marty: Good evening, Waterdrop, I hope that you had a nice weekend. How does your schedule look for this week? Would an invitation to dinner on, say, Thursday or Friday suit you?
No response. As mentioned above, I had been unable to find any topics to connect on during the initial conversation, so I wasn't too surprised not to hear back. I might have lubricated the interaction better if I had been more direct in the approach, I feel. "You look interesting" and "I couldn't resist it" were probably a bit weak and I needed to lay it on thicker. She had a pretty face that had an interesting, fairly flat profile; I could have described to her in detail what I liked about it and how pretty and exciting I found it, also complimenting her on her breezy, refreshing look and the way she held herself in the sundress. Maybe that would have gotten me to a hook point. Sometimes I am a bit shy to tell women in person how much I like them until I know them a bit better.