About an hour ago, I was walking down my platform at a station in the city, passing by a chick with her back to my side. A few metres down from her, I stopped and turned to look her way. I almost gave up on approaching as I thought she wouldn't be my type. Fuck it.
The train arrived, and we boarded the same door. It was fairly empty and I stood by the door, making to take a book from my backpack. She had taken a seat opposite me, and I sat directly opposite her after a few minutes. She had given me the briefest glance, after playing with her phone. She seemed rather preoccupied in expression; it sort of put me off saying anything.
I want to apply the 3-second rule a bit more as I've had the impression from previous approaches that waiting much longer seriously puts the girl off, given that she'll have enough time to have seen your approach coming. Dammit. There was a lady sitting next to me, and I felt self-conscious opening my quarry while someone else was so close.
3rd lady got off. 1st girl still had a slightly distracted look. She looked to be early twenties (I later found out — 21), was tall, brunette, had blue eyes, rosy skin, a cute face, with lipstick, and an unusual amount of rose gold jewellery. She's got a particular look to her that made me wonder if she was part Greek or Italian. All in all, an 8.
I opened her soon after it was just the both of us.
"All dressed up to go out?" I asked, indicating her jewellery, fixing her gaze.
"I just got back from work," she replied with a slight frown, although there was something in her tone that implied she wanted to continue.
"All those pretty rings and necklaces?" was my rejoinder. She had two of those, among others.
"I work at a jewellery store," she fingered her bracelet.
"Yeah, part of your uniform?"
"Haha yeah, showcasing them," she started to soften a bit.
"Visual merchandising, that's what it's all about eh?"
"Exactly, blah blah
." (I forgot what she said exactly)
"Which jewellers' do you work at? Swarovski, Georg Jensen?" I think I said that as a test.
"I work at Lovisa. You know that one?"
"Yeah, I used to work at Swarovski," I lied. (I said that on impulse, I probably shouldn't have.)
What did you do there?" She seemed a tad incredulous.
"Retail," I kept lying. "What's wrong?"
"I've never heard of a working in jewellery," she admitted.
"That's a really gender-discriminating to think," I said in a rather chiding tone. (I could've teased her about her lack of understanding of the industry.)
"Yeah it suppose it is, but not unless it's like mens' jewellery," she returned in a playfully-defensive tone.
"I know a guy who works at Georg Jensen," I protested. "And that's like saying that Tag Heuer should be employing just guys."
I dunno if I should have played to her logical side like that.
"What's that?" She drew a blank.
"You know, Tag Heuer, the watch brand," I said almost patronisingly, holding up my wrist. I do have a Tag Heuer watch, just not the one that I was wearing. "Haven't you been to Collins St.?"
"No, I don't know the city that well," she said haplessly.
"It's like, the one smack in the middle."
"Yeah, I'm not too familiar with the streets yet....blah blah
I'm not from here," she admitted.
where are you from?" I asked. She didn't have much of an accent.
"I'm from Adelaide."
A bit of banter about Adelaide being just an oversized country town ensued. I compared it to Hobart, she said she'd never been.
"How about yourself? Are you from Melbourne?" She turned the conversation to me.
"Yeeeah," I replied, rather matter-of-factly.
"Were you born here?" She pressed.
"Nah, I wasn't."
"Where were you born?" She asked.
"Singapore," I replied without much hesitation.
"Oh I know people from Singapore," she said perkily.
"What; your customers?" I teased.
"Haha not really...I mean yeah some of them," she smiled. "But I know other people from there. Why did "
"Blah blah," (I don't recall what I said.)
"Singapore's really clean, I like it," she went on. "Don't you get fined for chewing gum there?"
"Hah, yeah, like $5000," I said.
"Ouch, that's harsh," she said. "That'd never happen here. No-one would stand for it."
"Yeah they'd just stick them everywhere."
"Haha right, in policemens' face and stuff."
"It's what I'd do, that's why they didn't want me there anymore," I said with mock seriousness.
She laughed, then her attention diverted to the stop that our train was heading past.
"Have we gone past this stop already?" she asked.
"What'd you mean?" I frowned.
"This stop," she explained. "Will the train pass by it later?"
"Errr yeah, in like an hour or so, when it's coming back to the city," I told her almost patronisingly. "Why not?"
"Ooohh I must've been thinking of trams, right," she said with a bit of embarrassment.
"Trains, trams, big difference eh," I said sarcastically. "Don't you have trains back in Adelaide?"
"Yeah we do! It's just one line, and it heads to the main nightlife area."
"Oh yeah I remember that about Adelaide," I said. "You've only that one strip, that's where all the bars and clubs are concentrated."
"Yeah Keppel St (sp?)
," she said. "Blah blah."
There was yet more ramble about how everyone was stuck there one nights out in her city.
"Yeah, like your mum," I teased.
"Haha not that!" she laughed. "I miss my mum. I meant more like people you went to high school with."
Still more ramble, which I've forgotten.
"You know what it's like meeting people from high school," she continued.
"Oh yeah right, that awkward 5 minutes of conversation and shit," I dismissed. "I sort of got that hell away from that part where I grew up from."
"Oh was that like, the west?" she ventured.
"C'mon, do I really look like a Westie?" I feigned mock hurt. The western suburbs are a lesser-circumstanced part of the city, and I hardly looked the part.
"I'm new remember, what's someone from the west side supposed to look like?"
"Oh, just hoodies and trackie dacks (Australian slang for tracksuit trousers) and dropping out of school at 15 and punching out 5 kids . . . " I responded graphically.
"I'd better not head there then," she said.
". . . and those 2 kick arse kebab shops," I finished.
"Wow, maybe I should pay it a visit," she changed her mind.
"Oh there's a fair few of them here," I waved my hand about nonchalantly.
"In Brunswick? (I perked up, she mentioned my suburb)
I'm starting to get hungry, I haven't eaten yet," she confessed.
"Is that the plan?" I teased. "Like a dinner adventure you're getting from me?"
"No that's not it," she protested. "Blah blah."
"Yeah there's heaps of them here," I went on. "I used to live down the road from one."
"What do you mean, 'used to live'? Do you mean you're homeless?" she asked.
"Maybe I could be," I played along. "Maybe I just live on a boat out on the bay."
"Blah blah," she said. "What sort of boat is it? Like a yacht?"
"Nah, a Zodiac, one of those rubber ones."
She laughed, "I'm getting off here."
"So am I."
"Are you really?"
"Fakely," I said (I should've noticed the station first). "I don't actually live on a boat."
Some more banter in which she questioned whether this was indeed my stop, as we got off the train and walked towards the exit. I prodded her upper arm as I said, no wonder you got away from Adelaide, this is why your friends couldn't stand you.
"But yeah, mine's that way," I indicated my left as I turned away from her. The footpath from the station split into two here; she was about to head down the other one. So we were about other? She faced me.
"Do you want to add me on Facebook?" she asked.
"What if I deleted it yesterday?" I parried.
"Ha, very convenient," she retorted. She headed towards me. "Did you really?"
"Let's say I did. We'll have to do this the old school way," No way José
. We were facing each other, her back to the railing around the nature strip. "Give me your number instead."
"Uh-uh," she refused, pulling out her mobile. "I add people on Facebook first first, then get the number....I have my policies."
"Very well played," I mused. "So I've got it, huh?"
"I don't feel right giving my number after too many creepy guys on Tinder," she said defensively.
"Gee, well I'm sorry for left-swiping you last month," I retorted. (I was at a loss at how to respond to that.)
have Facebook after all!" she exclaimed.
"I surrender," I said. "I'm a bad liar."
"Shocking!" she agreed. "That's what everyone says."
I may have teased her about that remark. There's a bit of fumbling as my phone screen has a crack through it. I got her to look me up on her phone.
I have a really common name on FB, and she selects a dweeby-looking namesake. I pretend to hit her and we laughed.
"I like your display pic," she said when we got to my profile. "It's a bit usual. Your expression is like a mix of confused and focussed and intense and lost."
(I don't recall what adjectives she used, mostly complimentary.)
I also forgot the exact dialogue between us. She asked what happened in that pic and I bullshitted something about watching some sheep tat I was about to hunt, butcher and slaughter, and eat.
"That would be worrying because I've recently turned vegetarian," she said.
"I'm so sorry that you'd have to witness my sheep-hunting endeavours," I dissed. I made to head off.
"Haha ouch," she said. "We'll talk on Facebook."
This was probably my most profitable daygame experience in a while.
I was glad that I made it an emotional juggle, rather than the comfort-comfort-comfort of most daygame approaches.
I've never had a daygame-sourced bang yet, but I should have no reason to suppose anything should come out of it, given that I've had pretty positive DG approaches that came to nothing in the past.
I wonder if I should've turned it into an insta-date though. Maybe even a SDL/SNL, as it was close to 21:00, and she evidently had nothing on that night. I think I left the end of interaction vague to throw in a bit more tension. Logistics are dope too, we obviously live nearby, and my place was literally under 500 metes away.
From our interaction, she was clearly somewhat interested, and knew what was up (the Tinder/phone/FB topic gave that away). I'm not too sure where to take it from here, either a ZDB or a 1st date bang — we have heaps of bars around here.
I've had instadates from DG, so it's not beyond me. On the other hand, it's a Thursday night and I want to go out, sharpen my night game muscle.
Checked on FB and she's 21 and goes to my university (down the road) (we're on summer break).
What would you have done?