RE: The Approach Thread
Fear & Loathing in Edinburgh
On Friday, I went with my mates to a number of bars in the Old Town. Nowhere was good. From trashy, chubby, full of tats and piercings, goth girls to entitled plain-Janes to unattractive tourists in dive bars and clubs pretending to be more than they were, and all of them swimming in the sea of of horny men (I think that the ratios were as bad as 80% of men in one or two places, we visited and bailed out immediately), we indeed, visited some hellish to purgatory venues allowing "men and women" meet and enjoy themselves. Which, in reality, is only about giving men little to nothing apart from a piss poor promises, empty wallets, and hangovers the day after. The Old Town for going out is a trap, an antinomy of a word 'paradise', a phantasmagoric and utopian dream which, in reality transpires as a dystopian joke of what a sexual market should look like.
Next day, I hit the streets on Friday and failed spectacularly with my first set. Saw a girl 8+ looks and failed to approach immediately, followed up a bit, then she just dissolved in the crowd. Fuck me. I went to store selling everything and nothing (aka tkmaxx), opened 2-set of Frenchies, though of Portugal background. Visiting, girls had decent faces but bodies, upon closer inspection, below my acceptance. They were giving me nothing, no questions asked. Girls these days have very poor social skills. Bailed out.
Went to Zara, then saw a girl leaving the store. Tall, slim, nice face but not beautiful, however she moved like a model, yet with causalosexy ease. Approached her in M&S. Didn’t make a great play, especially that she was taller than me (though without boots she would almost as tall as me), Latvian, visiting her boyfriend in Edinburgh.
Later on ended up on Royal Mile, saw a girl with a book sitting, couldn’t figure out if she was a tourist, waiting for a friend(s)/family, or something else? She just moved in for her internship. A Portuguese chick with a sexy choker and nice hair. Good chat, was smiling, welcoming body language but then she said her boyfriend was going the next day away for business to another country. Ignored, stacked, suggested coffee, she seemed keen. Asked about logistics, she was about to go to a Scottish museum. Sent a feeler a few hours later. No reply. Oh, well.
Was late, walked down the main street, then spotted a girl with dark features recording on her mobile an older guy playing a guitar. Followed her up a bit, crossed the street, and opened with her just doing that and how few people pay attention to street musicians playing classical music. Girl was Moroccan, very apprehensive at the beginning, had to be very cautious and build rapport and comfort first, rather than any attraction. Slowly reeled her in, then introduced myself, extended my hand for a handshake to be met with… empty air. Felt rock solid, kept extended my hand, then just calmly told her to take my hand. She did but it was the faintest half-handed handshake I’ve ever experienced. Also, she kept quite a bit of physical distance. Suggested we walk up a bit towards Royal Mile, she agreed. As time went by, she seemed to grow more comfortable. Travelling around Europe, just in Edinburgh for the day and next morning leaving for the Highlands. I was going out that night but started to ponder SDL. Impossible, she said she didn’t sleep 2 days and was tired and wanted to go back to her place. However, at some point during this impromptu quasi-idate, something must have occurred to her, she told me to take her contact details and that she may return to Edinburgh in a few days’ time. When we were parting, she stood a bit close but still awkwardly further than it would be normal for me whilst picking up strangers. Broke the fourth wall and commented on that, she said it was normal in her culture. Again, shook her hand, still it was not real one, told her to redo that, and this time it was proper. I guess this got quite a bit to do with Arabic culture. A good looking girl, no less than 7, perhaps 8 but she was wearing rather loose clothes, however the outline of her hands suggested nice, slender body. Also, her head and hair were covered. I will not hold my breath I’ll see her again. I messaged her anyway...
Ended up in an upscale bar with some gamesmen, not much happened apart from that my mate brought over to the small table we occupied two chicks. He worked the blonde, I brunette studying acting in England, she seemed keen, got her touching me a lot but I wasn’t just attracted. Not only she was taller than me, she wasn’t just up there in looks. Had a lots of common with her, would consider maybe as a back up option. My mate leaves for a bit, then blonde’s male ‘friend’ joins, we bail as my mate got blonde’s number anyway and I didn’t fancy the brunette that much anyway. Not much else happened that night but was cool hanging with guys who know what they’re doing.
On our way back home my mate, between us taking a piss in the bushes, passing drunk people, wiling police car, more shit-faced people, beggars, screaming chavs, talked to a few tipsy chicks but they were no quality and that keen anyway and we ended up at the chippy where we were, whilst goring on undersalted chips, to our surprise entertained but two sexy, slavic, long-legged girls who were more than happy to join us for an after-party at my mate's, whose condo was just across the street.
No, just kidding. In reality we did get entertained by two girls at a chippy with one, substantial, difference: one girl was fat, the other was fatter, to the point I couldn't make out her eyes and lips from the rolls of fat on her face. To be fair, the girls were funny in their own way. Then they left, we finished our chips, shook hands, and I went home musing if what has just occurred was a bad, bad dream of fear & loathing in Edinburgh and how can women in this country destroy themselves as much as they do when it comes to their physical appearance to start with?
Next day spontaneously approached a Slovakian chick sitting on a bench, she was just about to make a call. Weak, undirected approach but better just say something than regret. She almost immediately shot me down she was waiting for a boyfriend. Have a nice day.
My mate texts that the girl whom he approached the day before, wants to have a coffee date but as a double date. That doesn’t sound good but whatever. I have some 45 minutes, walk up towards Royal Mile, spot a reasonably looking girl, nothing special, she enters the Kirk (Church of Scotland), I follow up, takes me a few minutes before I clock her, she’s wandering rather slowly, open low-key, Spaniard on a business trip, all Sunday and Monday planned, rather impossible logistics but push forward, though no-go. Girl (businesswoman?) was flattered. Was almost time for the double date.
I arrive, my mate is sitting in a café with both chicks, both Polish. If you think that all Polish chicks are hot, you’re mistaken. His target was a bona fide 7, though I’d say in Warsaw, Poland, she’d be downgraded to 6-6.5 at best. Her female friend, visiting her, heh, chubb-ish 4.5? Shoot the shit for 30 minutes, then the girls ‘had to catch’ the bus. My mate’s girl was having none of it. Clearly, defensive body language, no eye-contact. So, the girl is just so-so, her job is high-flying selling tickets at the box office so my mate’s being good-looking, tall, having well-paid job, fully independent, with two degrees, having just bought an apartment in a city-centre, good social skills and confidence to boot… is subpar. Sixes these days will not toy with the idea of acting pleasant, courteous, and making a conversation unless you are… actually, what? My mate had to attend some business soon, so returned to a solo day game session.
As I got a sandwich in M&S, spotted a fine Indian girl, sexy tight jeans on a sexy slender body, leather biker jacket, raven black hair, and fine proportions. Face was nice too. Perhaps an 8. How not to approach? There was one problem though. She was with her mum, dad, sister, and some other family member. Hmm… Or get blown or blown out? Waited for the moment, she meandered just a bit away from family to another isle, just ten feet away but it was enough for me. Well, I harboured a modicum of hope she lived in Edinburgh and family was visiting or something. Fat chance. All family on a holiday trip from India. Anyway, talked to her a bit, mum definitely saw me talk to her, liked the mum she didn’t intervene. Ended up saying to her, a 20-22 years old student, that well, nothing was going to happen between us for obvious reasons. She just smiled, thanked, and nodded knowingly.
Paced a bit to another part of town, got into Tesco to get water, clocked a petite girl with rather a plain face but a very tight body and great ass. Before had time to approach she went to the check-out section, got her just outside the door, opened creatively how many things we had in common – she bought the same mineral water, I also pointed out other items she bought that I purchase. A Spanish student, transitioned to how I liked her eyes and how it matched her hair. She seemed flattered, I was really relaxed but I was feeling from the get-go she was a bit restrained. Talked a bit more, not very sexually in my non-verbal elements, which probably a mistake. Anyway, she was trying to walk away slowly, my past experience told me that she had an objective reason for her behaviour. Asked for a coffee anyway, she said she had a boyfriend. Looked deeply into her eyes and very slowly, with deep voice retorted “I don’t plan to be your boyfriend.” The girl laughed out loudly saying she can’t do that. Wished her a good day.
Incredible. I feel like I’m doing full-time work and results are mediocre, even though I feel I’m spitting decent game which gets girls hooked easily and produces numbers every couple to a few approaches. Most girls who mentioned boyfriends sounded genuine, but that’s not the point. The point is to pitch myself as a sexual guy (or the so-called r-selected path) who offers sex only. I guess I need to ramp it up. It’s quite reasonable that most good-looking girls have either firm or ‘of sorts’ boyfriends.
Still, I feel like I’m growing and at ease in making conversation flowing any direction. Just need to ramp up sexuality and become more aggressive so they an keep their boyfriends whilst getting entertained in my bed at the same time.
More to come.
Everyone has a plan 'till they get punched in the mouth. -- Mike Tyson
(This post was last modified: 04-23-2017 06:46 PM by ksbms.)