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RE: The Approach Thread
Jetset, RunsWithScissors, why didn't you fellas try to close! As ksmbs says, you miss every shot you don't take. Especially your #2 Jetset, that sounded fuckin' hot--did you want to avoid shitting where you sell?

Anyway, dear diary (scroll to end for lessons learned and see bold for key moments),

I went out tonight (night of Friday 20th) where I live in London. No close but had a solid go at it and had a good night. Felt recently like I've been heading towards a cynical phase as regards night game.

Part of the issue was probably a vicious cycle in which I was waiting too much for 'the right opportunity' or unmabiguous 'signs' and then beating myself up for not approaching. Then blaming the young girls (most of the girls where I was going out) for being too 'stuck up' and occasionally approaching older chicks with bad attitudes. (The difficult thing is that, although this is hamstering to some extent, there is some validity here in terms of girls playing bullshit games, and younger girls fishing for bites in order before rejecting harshly.

This sort of peaked last Saturday. Went to a bar that's usually relatively good for opening sets, and opened some middle-aged (but mostly bangable or even cute) women, after hamstering that all the younger girls seemed closed off or 'glued to their phones'. Put my foot in it a bit with the two I initially opened but didn't realise because they were passive-agressive about it and only whined behind my back to their friends who then gave me shit about it. Moved on to one of their friends so they basically acted pissy and cockblocked me on her, leaving the bar in outrage and snitching to the bouncer on the way out that I was 'acting drunk'.

Bouncer told me I needed to leave but I somehow managed to pull some *very* tight game on him. Remained calm and well-spoken (NOT drunk) and apologetic and put my hand on his upper arm and shoulder in a way that communicated non-violent confidence and basically 'assumed the sale' that it was just a slap on the wrist and that I could stay, and actually thanked him 'for letting me know'. Thereby managed to not get chucked out/banned despite the seemingly unwinnable situation (everyone in the bar was watching expecting me to get canned) but it ruined my vibe on the place for the night. (Rather than get butthurt, what I should have done was cheekily grin about it and use it as a situational opener on the set of all hot young girls that watched me defuse the situation.)

After that I just headed to a new club that I'd been to the previous day. Chilled with the staff and observed but couldn't will myself to go to a busier place or even bother approaching the couple of girls there.

In the intervening week, I revisited some WestIndianArchie. One thing he mentions is how many guys never just make the first move of approaching and doing *anything*, almost like a denialism that cold approach ever works--like they just can't take that leap of faith of trying it a few times and re-calibrating off what they experience. I saw some of myself in that point, and thought hard about what Mystery or Giovonny would say to me, or some of the shit the guys in The Game, or the old DC crowd, put up with and the brass nuts they had to deploy. Figured there was some merit to the hamstering, and that I was facing difficult situations and possibly nightgame has gone down the tube, but not enough that I shouldn't have a crack at opening more sets and trying to open younger, more conventionally attractive girls.

That said, this Friday afternoon I really wasn't feeling like going out, but forced myself to shower and eat and start pre-drinking to get in the mood. Figured I'd pop into the bar from last weekend that I nearly got kicked out of. En route, I briefly held up a taxi without realising on a narrow road then let it pass. A bunch of girls got out, so (Approach #1) I joked about them being too laxy to walk down the narrow road from the main road. One of them shot back that I was intentionally holding them up 'showing off my muscles' and seemed a bit miffed but I laughed and carried on and went to the bar. (Did not continue because I intuited that they were going in too and would ditch me at the bar after cutting ahead or just try to get drinks off me.)

Joked around with a couple guys in the queue. A girl they were with came over so teased her a bit with them. (Approach #2?) Somehow ended up bantering about with some guy who commented on my size (physique, not height)--another WestIndianArchie point I've been trying to internalise is that a lot of us don't realise the effect we have on girls--in our heads, we're these awkward, shy guys desperately running nervous game, but maybe the girl sees a guy way out of her league that she wasn't ready for and has her own insecurities. I know objectively that in the right clothes I look, pound-for-pound, as big as, or bigger than, 99% of guys. I know objectively that I'm attractive, and that to many girls I'm at least a '7'. I know objectively that when I'm feeling good, or often when I've had some drink and loosened up, my posture stands out and draws attention/respect.

Similarly, normally I'd downplay this stuff for fear of seeming try-hard or drawing unwanted attention/challenges, but this time I was fairly open with the guy about 'being a boxer' and used it to shoot the shit about sports and his running.

Spoke to a couple of other guys. The second guy, I realised, was the kind of guy that can derail a night out for me--had his girl at home and was basically the sober one of his lot, so he was interesting to talk to but probably would have killed my game for the night and used me as his sober conversation buddy/venting board. So I brought back his drunk friends then detached.

Approach #3: While talking to the guys, a cute ambiguously brown (best guess Indian) 6.5 looked at me for a second or two even after I caught her looking. Looked away and this repeated a couple times in quick succession. She looked like the third wheel with her white friend being hit on by some guy, so I figured I'd wing him and make a play on the brown girl while he dealt with the white one.

Contra golden-era game, I opened mostly on the target (brown girl) by asking 'Are you the third wheel?' but also turning to the other two a bit. Turned out they were actually all together and that the guy and the white girl were married! It seemed to be going okay then the girls went to the toilet (this happened a lot during the evening! been so long since I nightgamed hard that I forgot this bullshit move), leaving me with the guy. He somehow didn't seem 'solid' and seemed a bit beta/'cuckish', and this feeling was vindicated: We seemed to be having a solid conversation waiting for the girls to come back, and he was mid-sentence, when some ugly fat girl he worked with hugged him and dragged him to the bar, presumably to buy her a drink. I tapped him on the shoulder (more just to see if he would even acknowledge me than anything) but the fucker ignored me. Hah!

The girls were apparently taking huge dumps or doing fat lines or something since they were nowhere to be seen, so I took a seat. I spaced out for a second until some HB6 girl walked by staring at me right near my face in an obvious and goony fashion. I couldn't help but laugh out loud at her and felt a bit bad. Saw she went over standing near the door with a couple of guys but felt like I couldn't not approach given how hard she'd mired and that I'd laughged in her face.

This decisiveness inadvertently came across as command presence when I opened (Approach #4) them with 'Where are you guys going tonight?' and they fell right into frame. Unfortunately it turned out they were German visitors who were clueless about town. I told the guys (while shooting glances at the chick and speaking just low enough that she had to lean in to me to try to hear) where the club was. They seemed undecided if they'd go so I told them to fetch me if they did go, since I couldn't get in on my own. (And, of course, so I could try to bang their friend.)

(Approach #5): Opened a 7+ brunette (that one of the guys had specifically pointed out a bit before and I'd played it cool) on her phone, probably a best-looking girl in the bar. Her 6.5 blonde friend came over soon and they did some weird routine where they said they were a couple. I smelled bullshit but played along.

Blonde girl went to the toilet. The brunette confessed their ruse and so I told her I already knew and converted it into a mini-best friends routine. The fact she told me this was probably a hint she was interested. Blonde girl returned and they asked if I smoke. I said no so they asked me to watch their nearly-empty drinks. At first I agreed and they thanked me but then I decided to stick with them to keep gaming and went outside with them. However I could tell they wanted privacy. and they asked me to go back in and point their friend to them. (In retrospect, I should have cut my losses at this point since they were probably just exploiting me.) As I headed inside, one of them said 'Cheers mate' clowning me so I shot back at her and she backpedalled pretending she'd said it to her friend. Their third friend was nowhere to be seen so I exited the set until I suddenly noticed that all three had materialized. Re-entered but they did the silly lesbian charade again and the new, second blonde girl derailed the convo/vibe shit-testing me extremely hard about rolling solo and 'seeming to have a problem with them being lesbians'. The vibe had disappeared so I exited the set again. Feel like a mistake here might have been playing along too long with the 'lesbian' routine and being indecisive who I was targeting and hedging too long. But maybe the blondes were just cockblocks/envious/socially retarded.

Got speaking to an Australian guy who brought me over to his (male) friend. We chatted for a bit then four girls (7, 6.5, 6, 5.5) sat down near us on the same bench. His mate opened and seemed to target the worst-looking, chubby one. I played it cool for a couple minutes and encouraged the first guy to open but he was being a pussy so I told him to swap seats with me and (Approach #6) opened the brunette-redhead 7 of the set. Seemed to be going well but the second Australian guy was too drunk and (although it didn't really hit me fully at the time and cause me to ditch them like I should have) cockblocky of his mate (mentioning he mate was married, which apparently he always did).

It was approaching closing time and time to hit the club. Despite the anti-game of the drunk Aussie, I managed to get the girls on board to go to the club, so told them I'd be back in a minute and went to take a leak. Came back a minute later and the girls seemed to have teleported out of the neighorhood. The guys tried to convince me to lead them to the club without the girls (another red flag--all they had to do was not fuck up for literally a minute, so the least they could do was help me retrieve the girls) and evasive when I was asking them WTF the girls were. Eventually I convinced them to stay (since I was worried if they disappeared and I didn't find the girls, I wouldn't get in the club alone) while I checked the ladies' toilets. Got the barmaid to check but she lied (I saw one of the girls in there) and said they weren't there after a suspiciously long time.

Found the two Aussie guys and started heading to the club. The first Aussie guy had seemingly joked to his mate about there being a 'catch' to me taking them to the club (i.e. I couldn't get in alone). Now, on the way to the club, he 'just put it out there' that I should get them a round of drinks in return for getting me in. I held frame and calmly pointed out that I had given them the lowdown on the town and was leading them to the club, so the least they could do was go in with me, and were free to fuck off after if they wanted. A harsher response wouldn't have been undeserved though, to him trying it on like that.

Got in the club and got a drink then (Approach #7) sniped a 6.5 from an Oriental set (partly because she was cute, partly to get the other girls hamstering). Went up confidently and put both my hands out to take hers. She was actually not a terrible dancer but it didn't really go anywhere so petered out (same story with all my dance approaches tonight and in general--need to mix it up to figure this out).

At some point somebody (I think a guy I chatted to) introduced an older (but still HB6) chick to me and she seemed a bit shy and endearing, which was probably a massive green flag, and possibly she asked him for the introduction. But I was on the way to the toilet or something, so I stupidly just shook her hand, said nice to meet you, and moved on. (Conversely: When girls reject us, yet another reason it's not necessarily personal is that they might be in the same situation I was i.e. just be distracted or need to piss or something, even if they're DTF.)

I took a seat and a chubby but bangable Indian 5.5 sat a little bit down the bench from me. She was with one other (white) girl, who was dancing in front of her as she sat. The white girl was a 6 but seemed less open, and I sensed the Indian girl wanted me to open her, so I opened the Indian girl (to gauge interest and pawn her if an opening presented itself) by telling her she needed to join her friend. She liked this and told me to dance with her friend who by then her friend had already started leading on a bouncer so we laughed about it. Then (Approach #14 since I only just remembered it) I danced a bit with her friend who started doing some weird jump-rope-type dance move. I took the piss and asked her if she was jumping rope, so she joked 'Yeah, get your rope out'.


Understandably she asked WTF so I just told her it was for 'training' (better would have been "You'll find out *wink*") and hooked her round the neck with it and led her for a bit with it.

There wasn't really any tension, so after that, the Indian girl literally told me she'd be my 'wingman' and asked me which girl I wanted. I probably should have been more decisive here but intuitively trusted her judgement so (Approach #8) she picked a cute blonde 6 and occupied the friend. The blonde seemed receptive but then her friend fucked off the Indian girl to grab the blonde. I regrouped with wing-girl and then noticed that the cockblock had been the brunette-redhead I'd opened earlier and been seeming to vibe with! Wing-girl of course loved this revelation.

I tried a couple more times on the blonde but her friend kept cockblocking and the vibe seemed to dissipate so I forgot about her.

At some point (Approach #9) I danced with another of the Oriental girls. She started off trying to drag me and lead me, but I planted myself and eventually forced her to turn. She still tried to out-muscle me, so I eventually thought fuck it and moved her by force and finally managed to lead her agressively/violently, which she loved and which impressed a few people even more due to the explsiveness and energy. I find these kinds of quasi-masculine, agressive, dominant, all-over-the-place girls very hard--maybe I should just go hard caveman? Can't help but think girls like that will be sloppy kissers with sloppy pussies and sweat like a man in quantity and odour... Later (Approach #10) I danced with a third Oriental girl at the behest of a guy who seemed to be with them but again it didn't really go anywhere.

At some point (I think while dancing with the blonde on whom the brunette-redhead cockblocked me, as if that wasn't enough), the drunk Aussie guy cockblocked me by trying to pal up and hug me while I was dancing with the blonde. Fortunately, when the lights came on at 02:00 (an hour earlier than I expected!) neither Aussie guy was to be seen.

I spotted outside the blonde on whom I'd been repeatedly cockblocked and opened her asking where was open for food but she was dismissive so I moved on.

Hit a chicken shop and (Approach #11) opened a 3-set while standing waiting but they headed off fairly soon. Sat down at a four-person table hoping I'd oh-so-unfortunately have to share it with some chicks, and sure enough two Irish girls and an Irish guy joined me so (Approach #12) I opened them. One of the girls was bangbale--solidly cute, even, but it turned out she was with the guy. Their (decent-looking) female friend with a nose-ring was at another table giving a guy her number then joined us. Even though it looked like he was running solid game, it turned out she wasn't into him and she sat down at the table and put her leg against mine.

I chatted them all up and it seemed nose-ring girl was probably digging me, but suddenly their taxi arrived and they left.

At some point, wing-girl rocked up with her friend so I re-opened and she literally called the brunette-redhead a 'cockblock' and commented on how weird and bitchy she found her, which was fantastic. (Goes to show lads, even girls can't predict a promising set, or sniff out/comprehend a cockblock.) I tried to get her to add me on Facebook (to try to bang, as a wing, to fill out numbers on nights out, or for social circle) but she said her phone was dead and I couldn't get on my Facebook so I made a note of her name as she left, but I felt like all the technical hitches made it seem less spontaneous and more needy. She hadn't lied about her name though (and I'd 'jokingly' checked with her that it wouldn't be 'some random girl in Calcutta'), so I've shot her a message (she has Friend request disabled).

A couple of other girls overheard my conversation with the Irish lot and shot a comment about it so I got talking to them. They were both married; one was a bangable 5.5 Indian girl; one was a non-bangable Jamaican girl. Got talking to them and they were actually really lovely girls and it turned out I had a weird amount in common with both of them and the more I talked to them, the more bangable they both seemed. They were both on Facebook but basically never used it, and the Jamaican girl lived in Brighton anyway, so I made a move to leave but then we got kicked out of the chicken shop anyway as it closed. They headed to a cab outside so I gave up on any idea of trying to get the Indian girl to mine 'until her husband could pick her up' and set off towards home.

A block from mine, I spotted (Approach #13) a girl sitting on the kerb behind a building so I walked towards her and asked her what she was doing there at that time (about 03:00) sort of telling her off. She wasn't waiting for a train or Uber, so I half-jokingly asked if she'd broken up with her boyfriend and run away. She actually on! She lived with her boyfriend right near mine so she was hanging around the area anyway. I ran some (as far as I can tell impeccable) game managing to indirectly ramble about how disappointed I was that the night was over and how I'd picked up some ice cream to have a drink with and play some music to chill a bit longer. Mentioned how the radiator is broken so it's really warm at my place and 'joked' she should come over and make coffee for herself. I almost feel like I was too smooth because even though it seemed to be going well, after a bit she seemed to settle down too much, gather her thoughts, and decide to talk things over with her boyfriend, so she left on good terms.

End report.

Something to notice here is that this area is a piece of shit for most places not letting me in alone. I prefer to hit the bar early and already buzzing and high energy from psyching myself up, then hit the club early and chat with the staff, then hit the customers as they come in (some of whom I will already have hit at the bar or around town). This 'no solo dolo' crap means half of my effort goes towards screening people who I can tag in with but who won't go so late as to ruin my night, and who won't cling to me and cockblock the rest of the night. Maybe I should just lurk near the exit of the bar or just round the corner from the club and bunk in with random girls to avoid dealing with guys. I've done this successfully at bigger clubs where such tactics are less obvious.

(In fairness, this was a very good night out even though everything happened later than I might have wanted, and the club was much better than usual.)

Lessons learned / going forward:

1. Cockblock red flag: Non-high-value groups of all guys (two Aussie guys)

2. Cockblock red flag: Bad game as evidenced by blowing a good set up in one minute unattended, or refusal to enter an already-open set (wallflowers and pussies will bring your vibe down and make you look bad by association, even if they don't actively cockblock).

3. Cockblock red flag: Excessive drunkness/sloppiness

4. Cockblock red flag: 'Jokes' about 'there being a catch'/trying to extract drinks/trying to act as if I owe them a favour when I don't. Fuck off.

5. Re. cockblocks: Don't be afraid to mercilessly ditch guys I have no obligation to who are holding me back or not providing value. Be ruthless.

6. Remember to choose a target and focus on her plus kino. If in doubt, imagine who'd seem to be the target to the girls (unless intentionally pawning). If still in doubt, choose the brunette! Wink

7. Slow down on drinks a bit.

8. Current approach to dance game (just dancing and sort of hoping something happens or she falls on my dick or something) hasn't worked much, so next time try escalating harder e.g. kissing, grind to get a boner and rubbing it on her, etc.

9. Introduce a sexual element through touch, innuendo, and touch more rapidly.

10. A lot of the above boils down to: Have more KILLER INTENT.

10-21-2017 02:52 AM
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RE: The Approach Thread
Approaches from Saturday:

Pre-drank and again went solo to the same bar. Opened sets with most of the bar, searching for people who were heading to the club that I could tag along with. Just before closing most sets were acting indecisive so I left the bar to see if I could tag in with anybody about to go in to the club.

Asked a couple of girls on the street if they were going to the club. They weren't but were curious to try it so I led them there. As with the Aussie guys in my previous field report, they tried extracting drinks off me so I disappeared into the gents toilet for a bit. They again pestered me for drinks as soon as I emerged so I told them we were square since I told them about the club and they eventually fucked off.

I'd read a bit of LINUX game on the forum before heading out. I spent the next two hours at the club sitting with a drink, finishing it, then firing off a direct approach on some chick, then getting another drink, etc. I would open her with something like "You're cute. We should dance." and go from there. Opened a few girls this way. The only one that 'went anywhere' was a HB7+ who seemed into me but was with a cousin and friends and wanted to keep up appearances. I got her number but she hasn't responded to a text this morning and a call this evening.

At one point I opened a brunette chick with my "It looks like you're the third wheel" line. It turned out she was married with a kid and was at the club with in-laws so it didn't look promising. On top of that, she was pretty hammered and her breath was bad, so I gave her a "Nice to meet you" and a kiss on the cheek and exited. Returned to the same spot a bit later, after she'd left it, but she reappeared and gave me shit about being distant/cool.

Her blonde-brunette female friend sat on my other side near me, so I 'reluctantly' chatted to her. I'd thought she was with the guy, but was actually single.

In the club I gamed well, remaining aloof and strategic while talking to the blonde-brunette. It ended up being me, the blonde-brunette, and the drunk-ass brunette at closing time, so I managed to get them back to mine by suggesting that they have a drink then get the night bus home.

I got home and saw my flatmate had just called me so I called him back and he'd forgotten his keys and was just down the block so he came in. I told him in German (so the girls wouldn't hear) that I was on the blonde-brunette, so he winged me heroically occupying the trashed brunette.

I found the blonde had trust and touch issues. She'd respond well to subtle touch on a subconscious level, but obvious touch she'd verbally object to. I correctly guessed that she'd had her trust broken by a cheating guy and had trust issues but kept trying to plow (on) despite this.

Eventually her drunk friend wanted to go home so they left despite my valiant efforts (and the even more valiant efforts of my flatmate, whom I bought a huge McDonald's breakfast feast for his troubles). I tried to get the blonde-brunette's Facebook or phone number but she was weird about it.

Thoughts / mistakes / lessons learned

1. At one point at the bar I sunk too much time at the bar into dealing with a huge set that turned out to be all coupled up with some overly protective AMOG.

2. I spent almost two hours at the bar opening sets to try to generate social proof for the club later and to find leads to get in the club with. But in the end I got in because of two last-minute girls on the street who hadn't even been planning to go out. Every set I opened either did not end up at the club or ended up at the club but had already bitched me out. Effectively, at this point, barring outcomes further down the line, all the work in the bar counted for nothing except seemingly wasted time and money. In addition, it meant I'd been drinking two hours longer before the club, making my later game there sloppier.

3. I was feeling good opening and exiting sets (exiting either due to it seeming a lost cause or rejecting the girl or number closing). My routine was pretty much: get a drink, think "What would LINUX do?", gather myself, pick next target, tell her she was cute, and tell her to dance with me then talk to her (possibly while dancing). I lost this momentum getting bogged down with the blonde-brunette chick and forgot LINUX's 15-minute rule.

4. In general, I needed to escalate faster. At least one dance approach fizzled out for lack of escalation, and escalation would have uncovered the blonde-brunette's touch/trust issues quicker and given the night a new lease of life.

5. My game was initially tight with the blonde-brunette, but it slipped as I learned more about her and pedestalised her. As she got more drunk I put up with more of her shit, even at my place. Not sure why I started letting her do that, though I have a hunch it was a general lack of practice holding frame at later stages, plus having drunk too much/being on the alochol comedown at that point.

6. A lot of the above could have just been solved by remembering to think 'What would LINUX do?', and doing it. E.g. not wasting time on the blonde-brunette, not taking shit from her, escalating sooner, etc.

7. After the girls left, my flatmate pointed out how it probably didn't help that my room is a mess. I need to get on that.

8. It shouldn't surprise me by now, but it really is amazing how important one's demeanour and how one carries onself, are (even if you're not as big as I recall LINUX is). I only got one particularly bitchy response (notably, not from a target, probably from a girl who figured she wasn't in the running). I'm sure this is because I felt like a motherfucking ice cold predator and was speaking reasonably slowly, clearly, and confidently, and approaching decently attractive girls that I was reasonably into. (Today I ran some direct daygame in Central London but was not feeling like hot shit, and mostly got treated like a creep and ignored by comparable or uglier girls than were responding positively and warmly last night.)

9. Some girls needed a level of persistence that I only really got into finally last night. As in, insisting they dance with me (even with a friend or relative right next to her) five or six times for half a minute before they'd dance (which they always ended up enjoying). Previously I've mostly just asked once and then asked if they're sure, then moved on.

10. Most guys are twats or chodes. Hate and envy are real. In the bar, two clowns with no game seemed to be bombing with three girls. They got butthurt when (at their other friend's suggestion) I opened them all to see if they were going to the club. When I walked by an hour later they mocked my open to each other but loudly enough for me to hear because they were too pussy to say it to me.

Another set I opened by asking a guy if they were going to the club. He referred me to the girls, and I had a good chat with a non-prospect in their group then got invited to join them by another girl. Another guy in the group then tried to intimidate me and claim all the girls were taken and acted all macho while his brother and friend were around. So I left them to it and went to take a piss. He walked in and suddenly, now standing next to me (he turned out to be noticeably shorter than me), on his own, his voice went up a couple octaves and all his cockiness was gone when I briefly spoke to him.

The guy on the door for the club gave me a hard time about not really knowing the girls I went in with. Then he gave them the idea that I should buy them drinks since I'd 'collared' them into getting me in. Not sure if he was whiteknighting or trying to look cool to people waiting in the queue or what. Either way: fuck off.

Feels like night game finally started to make some sense Friday and Saturday night, so hoping to make some more leaps forward next weekend.
10-22-2017 03:16 PM
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RE: The Approach Thread
On Friday I was at work and went to the lobby to use the bathroom. A young girl who was apparently a student visitor was sitting there (lobby not the bathroom!) waiting. She gave me a look when I entered and was basically looking in my direction all the time I was in sight. I didn't know what to do. For one thing I work for a university and we were under the nose of the front desk woman. I thought a normal approach and number close would be risky. What would you have done?

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10-23-2017 06:29 AM
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(09-08-2017 02:56 AM)Matrixdude Wrote:  There was an info gathering for the Salsa Team/Club at my university today. The meetup location before a classroom presentation, was in an open area and loud Salsa music was playing from big speakers. The Club members were dancing expertly in a circle the crowd made around them.

I went alone and was mostly interested in dancing after reading through the salsa thread, and reading MANY infographics from top posters about getting into salsa or dancing in general for Game.

That place was a gold mine, and if my game was top notch, would have easily slayed. The ratio was like 5-to-1 female.

I made my approach on this tall (5'10), white, blonde girl blue eyes, wearing a cute black school-girl skirt and a blue flannel, hair in a pony tail, pale white legs and white shoes. While starring at the performers in the circle I approached from behind:
>Excuse me, do you know if ya need to have previous dance experience to get into this stuff?

And we immediately hit it off. I was still trying not to scare the cat, per say, but I was doing lots of conversational threading to let her do most of the talking. I got to know her background pretty well. 18, out of state, lives on campus, very innocent. We then attended a small informational lecture about the program, but they gave a free dance lesson at the end. I chose her as my initial dance partner and got some kino in, holding hands and spinning her. The instructors made the guys (leads) switch partners every five minutes or so. Danced and introduced myself to a few girls. I eventually rotated to some attractive Latina.

The Latina was a fit, wide hips, flat stomach, 5'6 height with a very youthful face, I assumed she was a freshie but she was actually a junior (21 y.o.), a definite WB though. Didn't have much dance experience but she was really down to practice the 3 salsa basics we learned that night over and over till we got it right. We would practice and high five each other. It felt great learning together. I looked at the Blonde girl from earlier and she was starring at us -- I asked the Latina for her number on the spot:
>Put your number in my phone so we can connect for the next event.
She did it without hesitation, and the Blonde one saw this. Pre-selection recognized?

I split, grabbed my stuff and headed to find the Blonde one since I didn't number close her. I saw her and called her name, she turned so fast I thought her neck would break -- it's like she was waiting for me. I saw a poster nearby for an event later this week and commented:
>Put your number in my phone so we can meet up at *X event*.
Walked her to her dorm building, and hug-closed Angel (was this beta?)

I am not sure if I will go to try outs for this Salsa Team next week but was really impressed by the number of friendly and attractive girls there.

You did well dude, also at University right now. Gotta check out the dance classes for real!

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(10-23-2017 10:26 AM)little wing Wrote:  You did well dude, also at University right now. Gotta check out the dance classes for real!

Yeah salsa is always a good idea. They will teach you that the men leads and the women follows in the first class, the ugly feminist will not come back girls who are will remain are cute submissive girls in university who wants caliente sexo con el bailero hermano.

Last tuesday it was cold as fuck in the north pole, Canada I went to buy a hat. As soon as I enter the store I see a beautiful brunette saying Bonjour with a cute south french accent. She reminded me of good times, in Montpellier. I chatted her up and tried a few hats asking her about her opinions. Her name was Stacy and I teased her until she gave me the number with a happy smile. She can't say no to a good looking immigrant.

A bientot camarades!

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I'm taking Salsa classes and there's this old chick who refuses to be lead, it's a pain in the ass to dance with her.
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(10-21-2017 02:52 AM)Perspicacity Wrote:  I took the piss and asked her if she was jumping rope, so she joked 'Yeah, get your rope out'.


I would +5 you if I could for this...unreal.
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Volunteered at a city even with my work crew today then we stopped by a local public house/coffee shop for a beer after the event before heading back to the office. An attractive, slender dark haired young woman, probably mid-20's, walks over to a large wall that has big refrigerator poetry magnets on it and spends about 20 minutes playing around making shitty poems and checking her phone constantly. We gather up to leave and I stop by to chat with her for a minute while my work friends head out.

Me: Hey these are fun, but do you ever have any guilt about messing up someone else's poem to make your own?
Her: (Spanish accent, definitely not from US) What do you mean?
Me: Oh just how other people were doing the same thing you are making poems and you're taking them apart to make your own.
Her: Well this is my first time I've never done this before.
Me: You've never messed with poetry magnets at a friends house?
Her: I've seen them but never tried them.
Me: I like to re-arrange them at my friend's houses and leave them funny or naughty messages to find after a party.
Her: <blah blah something>
Me: Oh hey I have a suggestion for you (pointed out a word that made her poem a little more interesting)
Her: Oh thanks I like that
Me: Cool, hey I've got to run with my coworkers but I thought you were cute and had to come say hello, would you like to get a drink with me sometime?
Her: Oh I'm married (waves her right hand around)
Me: Ok, well have fun with the poetry

She definitely didn't have a ring on her left hand, I was looking before I approached her. Bummed it didn't work out, but proud of myself for putting it out there with someone who was probably 15 years or more younger than me, in front of my coworkers none the less, and for not being too nervous either.
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2017-10-25 Wed:


Was on the fence for much of the day whether to go out. I think this hesitancy and lack of strong enthusiasm/build-up probably hindered my game, but I'm still happy with my approaches, and broadly happy with the night except I should have drunk less. On the latter note, it'll probably be educational for me to add up what I drunk as I go along.

I'd been planning to hit the big club in another town at 22:00 opening time. I have a feeling that the clubs which have a 'no solo dolo' policy might relax it earlier on in the night. This has been borne out once, when I was the third person into a club within half an hour of it opening, when I'd previously been told I had to be with someone when turning up at full swing.

Pre-drank for a couple hours (about 7 shots of vodka, where shot=25ml; 7 total; felt very slightly tipsy when I headed out) and got to the big club later than planned just after 23:00. Was told I couldn't come in alone. Bottled opening some lively girls about to go to the club, but maybe for the best because the doorstaff had LOS so might have seen my game and not let me in the rest of the night.

I went into a pub-bar across the road to either open sets seeing if I could bunk in with anybody, or snipe them off as they left. But again the club's doorstaff had LOS on the exit, and my state was too low to open sets (plus I knew probably nobody sitting down would be leaving for another hour or so). so I had half my drink (1/2 shot vodka; 7.5 total) then left.

Wandered around the town centre seeing if random groups of people were about to go in the club but none of them were. Don't know why (congruence of genuinely indirect non-bang opens like this and greater confidence/IDGAF?), but I seem to be getting far fewer blowouts and bad reactions the past couple weeks, even when rejected. Tried to go in a few pubs to check them out and wait until the queue built up, but all of them were past last orders.

I looped town a few times growing increasingly miserable and out of state in the cold and considering either going to the quiet (few targets and risk hitting on the wrong girl who knows someone) new club I'm getting on lockdown, or just going home. Reminded myself of some of the far greater logistical nightmares Roosh has plowed through and stuck it out. I was able to bunk in with some students but (unlike the previous time I went to this club) I had to hide my jump rope outside since I couldn't take it in, lolol.

I was at the club from about midnight to 02:00, during which time I had about 7 shots of vodka for a total of 14.5 shots of vodka for the night. At no point did I feel anything more than a bit of a buzz/very slightly tipsy. There are 28 shots in a bottle. Half a bottle is rather a lot more than the 'three drinks max' consensus advocated by senior players here.

The club has a few different dancefloors and many bars. All the dancefloors could be observed from off the dancefloor looking out over railings at various heights.


Approach 1: Got my first drink and surveyed one of the dancefloor rooms. Spotted two girls together and was pretty sure at least one of them would be decent, so I walked round to them. Opened saying they were looking nice and wanted to come meet them. One was a 7+, the other was 6.5; I sat next to the 7+. After a bit she started faffing with her phone and seemed cooler, so I said to the other one (such that they could both hear) that I was going to sit next to her because her friend was on her phone. Was half-expecting to get bitched out by phone girl but she just frowned a bit and took it in stride. Sat next to 6.5 but she soon went to the bar to get a drink. Phone girl seemed engaged for a bit but the approach petered out so I told her it was nice to meet them and moved to another main room.

Approach 2: Looking down onto a dancefloor, I was mesmerised by a small shy-looking skinny YT brunette's dancing to Hips Don't Lie. Nearly didn't approach because she was two floors down and in the hardest corner to reach through a mass of people. but the more I watched, the cuter she seemed and the more out of place she looked at the club. (Maybe an issue with this approach was if I treated her like a 'good girl'/oneitis/'cutie', rather than wanting to fuck her brains out. If I'd built up by imagining fucking her little body into pieces and training her to be my cumslut, maybe I'd have hit the set stronger.) She was not particularly hot, but she was probably still an 8 or 8.5 to me, and I try to treat 8+ as unconditional Approach On Sight orders, since they're rare.

I went down and went straight to her. Told her that her hips indeed didn't lie. Wasn't sure if she got it so I said she was a really good dancer and we should dance. She held my left (main lead) hand but kept hold of her bag with her other one so I didn't manage to get hold of it. I told her I was also a good dancer so we should dance and she again shook her head slightly. I told her she was shy but didn't need to worry because she'd look good dancing with me. Still no dice. I spent a lot of this set holding her hand and trying gently to turn her and maybe should have capitalised more on the hand I did have.

She sort of tried to peel off from the set to one of her girlfriends but I was between them. I turned to the girlfriend and started laying on that her friend was too shy but should dance but the friend just pulled a bitchy face and (fortunately) turned away from both of us. It was very hard to tell if the target girl was genuinely completely off or testing me, because she came across as so shy (and the dancefloor was fairly crowded and her friends in their own world) that it wasn't clear she'd really move away much or do anything even if she was extremely unreceptive.

We danced for a song apart and she was smiling a bit when I was hamming it up, then Shape of You started to play. I told her she couldn't not dance this one with me given how great it is and how strong the beat is but still got nothing. Danced separately until I realised it wasn't the remix so I stopped dancing, froze, and frowned and told her she was right not to dance it because it wasn't the remix, which she laughed at.

Every time she refused to dance she'd just shake her head very slightly in an extremely endearing cute way which achieved the complete opposite effect of making me want to go away.

She claimed she has a boyfriend and then tapped some big guy she was with to get his attention. He turned to look sussing me out so I tried to bring him in on my side by saying to both of them (mainly him) that his shy friend needed to believe in herself and dance. He smiled slightly in agreement then left us to it.

I set her up by asking if her boyfriend dances (make her glad that I seem to accept her frame of having a boyfriend). She said yes. I asked if she danced with him. She said yes as if to say 'This proves my point, you should give up'. I asked if he was here, and she said no. So then I flipped it by saying, 'There you go! You can dance after all, so you have to dance with me.' She still held out. I danced facing her for another song but felt the set wasn't gaining any momentum and had been in the set for about 10 minutes. I had in mind LINUX's 15-minute rule so I withdrew attention, danced near her for another song, then left the dancefloor.

To be honest, maybe I should have stayed in set longer or re-opened later: She was extremely cute, had a pleasant equable attitude, didn't completely move away, was smiling and laughing at points, and let me hold her hand on and off for a while. The remaining approaches for the night were all on worse girls and didn't really go anywhere, so I wouldn't have lost out by making this girl an all-night project, and might have learned more about dealing with girls like her.

On the other hand, I think there's a very good chance of the following situation: she really did have a boyfriend, was a a first-year student, and would only (but inevitably) break up with him for some kid she lived with or from her course. She would be solid LTR material but unavailable to me, attainable only by chipping away at her socially over weeks or months.

Then again maybe she was a massive slag and had the 'shy, quiet wifey material' act down. Who knows?

After that I kept an eye on her when I was overlooking that dancefloor and she looked like a decent but self-conscious dancer out of her element in the club, so maybe she thought I was bullshitting her that she was a good dancer and got embarrassed and clammed up. Fuck, I should have reopened her verbally with a 'Let me guess. You got dragged out by your friends...' routine analysing her and building off that understanding!

Approach 3: HB 6.5 or 7 in a red dress was dancing by herself looking in the mirror. I was walking past and started to say to her, 'Rehearsing your moves, eh?' but she did a bitchy routine of putting her hand up in a stop sign, shaking her head, then whispering in her uninterested male friend's ear while staring and pointing at me. I gave a 'fuck you' hammy smile and thumbs up and she gave up her routine. I should have opened the guy saying 'I think your friend likes you'--maybe she was trying to prove her value to him by pointing out I'd approached her, and he looked bored with her, so fair chance she was trying to game him. Then she probably would have tried to jump in on my conversation with him and I could have exploited that dynamic if he played along. Only bad response I got all night.

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Approach 4: A HB7 blonde English chick and her HB6 Pakistani friend snuck up on me where I was looking out over one of the dancefloors over a railing. The Pakistani girl opened me and was clearly very tipsy or drunk and into me then withdrew a little before I had a chance to say something. I smirked and resumed looking out over the dancefloor, so the blonde girl reopened me by introducing her friend, who got embarrassed, then the blonde girl withdrew. I shook the Pakistani girl's hand and we chatted. (I'm often finding myself struggling to remember what's said in these approaches. Maybe because there isn't much common structure to them (anything like GALNUC), but could it be due to alcohol?) She was into me but I wasn't massively into her so I was fairly understated, which of course made her more into me. I teased her about being drunk and falling over at one point when she gesticulated. She was conversing fairly fluidly but her body was a bit over the place so I wasn't sure if she was too drunk too bang, or fine, or if she'd be fine in an hour or two given she didn't drink more.

We got talking about ethnic background and she said she was Westernised. I said I could tell since she was out with the blonde girl, and on a gut level knew as I said it that it might TRIGGER her. Yet another point in the 'listen to your gut' category. Sure enough she started giving me shit. I probably fell into her frame a bit and pointed out she was the one who started talking about Westernisation. After a bit I looked at her smirking as she ranted for a bit, then she told me that 'I'd blown it'. I leaned in closer to her face/lips and asked her, 'I blew what?', which she evaded by repeating part of her rant. I repeated the question and she evaded it a few more times before she finally shook my hand, said we 'Could be friends', and went back to her friend.

I spent the whole of her rant completely unattached to the outcome thinking, "Bitch, you a 6 who opened me and was on her ass a minute ago. What makes you think there's any 'it' to 'blow'?" A few minutes later I think her blonde friend was in my peripheral vision waving for me to talk to her/them, but I chose to play hard to get, which was silly, because nothing ended up happening. I should have either taken the olive branch or genuinely moved on, not dithered in the middle holding out to punish them.

Shame because the blonde girl seemed really nice and was cute. Should have pawned the Pakistani girl on the pretext she was drunk (or full troll mode, told the blonde that her friend had 'blown it' so I'd talk to her instead).

Approach 5: HB7+ blonde girl stood at the railing next to me and she seemed into me and digging our chat. But she was in 'find my friends' mode so she cockblocked herself by exiting set rather abruptly.

Approach 6: Came back to one of my perches to find two girls (HB6.5, HB5.5) there and gave them shit for taking my spot. There was a mild vibe but nothing decisive and my gut said it was hopeless trying to close either so I let it fizzle out.

Approach 7: Perched at another spot, two girls came up near me and were looking out over the dancefloor while...frolicking...around in high spirits. At one point one of them got some Halloween web decoration stuck on her and was struggling to get it off, so I turned to them and faux-creepily said ' you are trapped in my web'. At first they didn't know what to make then both broke out laughing but started to turn away so I turned away recognising it'd have to be a reopen if anything. Checked them out and neither was massively cute and they seemed in their own world so I didn't reopen.

Approach 8: Spotted two girls sitting way off from everyone else in good spirits bobbing to the music. Went down and opened them saying they looked like they were having the best time out of everyone there. They looked confused and said in broken English that they did not speak English. My Spanish Sense was tingling and I asked where they were from; they were indeed Spanish. I repeated my open in broken Spanish and they understood but in unison immediately whipped out their phones in stark contrast to how they'd been vibing together a few seconds earlier. I stuck it out heroically for about five minutes spitting my best broken Spanish at them but they seemed to be intentionally not understanding what I was saying and said they both had boyfriends. Eventually I gave them a nice to meet you and stuck out my hand, at which point they almost looked disappointed I was going (???) After I walked off they were in furious conversation for a bit...who knows.

I left the club at 02:00, grabbed some chicken, and got on the bus.

Approach 9: Three English brunettes at the back of the bus sung a chorus at me when I got on, which I acted weirded out by, then one of them told me to take a seat with them. I could tell she was the worst-looking one (maybe still bangable, I can't remember) but sat with her. I continued the 'hesistant/weirded out/vaguely hostile' shtick by hugging my chicken and telling them their game wouldn't work and they couldn't have any, which they loved. I correctly guessed they lived in the same town as me so was wondering whether to lay it on thick that night or get their deets to go out to the better bars/club in my town another week. I basically spent the whole ride ripping the shit out of them for being socially agressive strangers and making them out to be after my chicken, and teased them pretty roughly but they were in very good spirits and enjoyed it. They were HB5, HB6, and HB7+. The latter, my target, was furthest from me, but I started to build a rapport with her as the other two were a bit drunker and she was the most in tune with my humour.

I lost track of the journey and got caught off guard when they got off on the outskirt of the town so they left rather abruptly two stops before me. I should have gotten off with them (at the risk of creeping them out a bit) to buy myself time to think and stay in set. Then I could have tried asking if any of them wanted a drink/afterparty at mine (while holding suggestive eye contact with the target). OTOH that might not have gone well because I still need to sort my room (would have had to close on a couch/over a table) and my flatmate had already gone to bed early at 21:00.

When discussing what they'd been up to, the (not as good-looking) girl nearest said she got turned away from a club and indicated her trainers as part of the reason. I looked at the other girls' feet and told her off for not wearing nice boots like the middle girl or cute flats like the target.

I dig feet, and the target girl had really nice ones, best I could see in her flats. I've never had the balls to do a 'foot fetish open'/approach before closing, but that would have been a prime oportunity to do one, complimenting the target's feet (to screen her for being DTFF--down to foot fuck) as well as marking my target in front of the other girls. Given the mood they were in, there's very little chance it would have blown the set, and if nothing else, I want to see how that kind of angle goes down in the field, maybe there's opportunity for kino that you can't get with T&A since it's publically acceptable and bypasses ASD.

Thoughts / mistakes / lessons learned:

1. Drink less. Maybe do a night where I don't have any alcohol to try it out, and to avoid using it as a crutch/prop.

2. Sort logistics i.e. room for closing.

3. Shy 8+ girl: Stay in set longer if the girl is intermittently laughing/taking hand/etc--pay attention to positive signals even if she's not quickly escalating. Bear in mind that for a venue like this, the average set is over in less time, so even disregarding the quality of the girl, it's an above-average set even if she's not immediately showing obvious strong interest.

4. Public transport: If the girls are nearby and a strong set, then get off with them to buy time!

5. Invite local girls to have a drink/afterparty!

6. Public transport: Find out early on where they're getting off, to screen and to think through the logistics.

7. Keep an eye out for opportunities to sexualise the approach in a foot fetish direction to sneak under the radar.

8. Listen to gut when it says something I'm about to say is going to trigger the girl and blow the set.

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Had a couple of days approaching. Here is the summary:

Was in a professional conference, evening time.
Male to female ratio was 4:1. But it was a business environment, so people kept talking to people they knew.
Saw an impressive tall girl, sitting down, she was probably 5"9, with heals, medium size flowing black hair. I rate her as HB7.
Me: "It seems that there are plates here. Are they yours, or may I join?"
HB7: "They are not mine. You may join."
Me: "Thanks. I see you are alone. Entertain me, and I'll entertain you"
We started talking, but she was married. We had some industry shared contacts and knew and worked with the same people. I knew the approach is not leading anywhere so I ejected to bring food.
I made some new connections, but only professional.

Went to a lecture, on an interesting topic (waiting to get the presentation, and hopefully write an article for ROK on it). It was suppose to be a date, with an extremely flaky girl. If I ever nail her, it will be a very long report on the +1 thread. She did not show, and I actually wished she won't.
Saw this HOT girl (Hard 8) - skinny, 5"7, with 4' heals, long flowing blond hair. She was with an uglier friend (HB5 at most).
Me: "Why do you have a name tag? I want one too"
HB8: "We actually went to the wrong lecture, on a different floor and got it there"
Me (Smirking): "Wow. You sure have orientation issues. Have you considered using a navigation app?"
Both gigling
Me: "You don't seem Israelis. From the accent I guess you are Americans"
HB5: "Yes. We study Psychology at XX college (Very expensive school)"
Me: "Cool. I have a friend there who is a lecturer"
HB8: "Is he part of psychology department?"
Me: "No. Part of the MBA program"
HB8: "Oh. So we don't know anyone there. We are going now"
End of approach

Decided to approach HB6, red hair, D cup, 5"3.
Me: "Are you here for the lecture on <topic>? You seem lost"
HB6 (Smiling): "I was just thinking about something. Yes, I'm here for the lecture"
Then a crowd started gathering around us. The approach failed, even though I was able to handle the crowd.

Was not that worried, as I had one of my LTRs was waiting for me at her home after the lecture.

A friend asked me to come to a meetup of divorced man he organized at a restaurant, at mid day.
Came over, but we were only 3.
Our waitress came over. HB6, 5"4-5"3, heavy breasts and a cheerful attitude.
Waitress: "Can I get you a shot of alcohol on the house?"
Me: "I'd love to try"
When she came back, I noticed that one of her eyelashes fell on her upper cheek.
Me: "Hold still. You have an eyelash on your cheek"
Her: "Where?"
Me: "Let me take it for you. come closer"
Touched her cheek gently and removed the eyelash.
Me: "Now make a wish"
Waitress: "Since I'm in charge of alcohol promotion, I wish everybody will order"
Me: "That is not a good wish"
Waitress (uncertain look in the eyes): "Why?"
Me: "You should have asked that today you will get generous tips. If all you do is promote alcohol, you won't get paid"
Waitress (smiling): "Oh"
Both the guys were eyeballing me like I just raped her. The problem was it was rush hour and I could not develop it to reach phone number request.
Later, my friend said he was embarrassed for me. I asked why, and he said that her age was less than half of mine. I told him that she liked the interaction (it was obvious) and just because he was indoctrinated with false values (we had talks about it in the past) it does not concern me. I reminded him that I carried the conversation, and made it interesting. I wasn't angry, but tried to educate him (as I do from time to time).

In the evening I had a divorce-event (an event for a social group of divorced people).
The hostess was an HB8, 5"6, slim, late 30s and I have briefly known her from other meetings.
Teased her about whatsapp photo, about sitting in the corner and not hosting and she saw me interacting with most of the guests. Told her we will work on her photo. Should text her to see if I can transition it to a date.
Most of the other girls were either old, not worth the effort or with a boyfriend. One HB5 was interested and we chatted, but when I told her we can meet on Sunday she said she can't (She is in a running group). Left it as is, since I have plans for next week, and it's up to her to suggest an alternative.
All in all I think I approached about 8 girls at that party (we were about 70), and talked with 30 people.
The funniest thing was that I met one of my LTRs ex-husband. I talked with him, as we live in the same city, but did not mention her (he doesn't know about me). He talked more about his current girlfriend (which I heard about from her). I smirking as hell, while talking to him (he probably attributed it to alcohol or to my character).

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Had another week of approaches (not that much)

Took a hitchihker. Soldier, 19, I estimate her at HB6 (but it was at sundown, so could not see well).
I was going in her direction and it was a 30-40 minute drive.
I told her that she must entertain me during the ride. Did it in a semi-serious tone. She was up for it.
We started a conversation, and she talked most of the first 10 minutes. Good sign.
I used intellectual mastery, discussing the cyclical nature of history and Glebb's article "Fate of empires".
I also told her that if she behaves well, I'll take her to an observatory. She was down for that.
She was highly intrigued, and I told her (3 m to her required location) that she is fun and we should exchange phone numbers.
She wrote her number in my phone, and called me, so I'll have her number.

The problem?
Texts were ignored.

I noticed a week before that there was a birthday dinner party at one of the social circle people. Asked one of my contacts to put me on the Whatsapp group, and got in.
I brought cups (which I took from work), as everyone had to bring some.
The party was a failure, but I saw a few prospects there:
1. Tall (5"10), HB6, nice curly hair.
Chatted her up and used the routine of my profession. She took the bait and we talked for a few minutes. However, I could not hold the conversation, and we went our own ways.
2. Nice looking shy HB7, 5"6, was with heels and a nice dress.
I engaged her but the response was "less than optimal". I gave up after 2-3 minutes.
3. Another HB7, with a lot of attitude.
I engaged her, and she said a lot of "common knowledge" things (we were discussing people pursuit of money). I used the "money is trust" routine, butt she was not impressed. Eventually, after saying so many things that everyone knows, she told me that I was doing it. I shrugged and ejected.

Food was OK, but the people were less than interesting. I talked with most of them, but just went home early

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RE: The Approach Thread
Do you guys ever have encounters where afterward you're like the cop in The Usual Suspects, thinking back through all the clues, seeing what you missed during the encounter, and realizing you had Kaiser Soze all along but you were too stupid/oblivious/inexperienced to see it?

I was in line at my usual coffee shop this morning, gorgeous tall elegant mid-late 20's blonde walks in behind me and makes solid eye contact as I step up to place my order. The eye contact surprised me since I figured she was pretty significantly out of my league. I go sit by the order pickup area where I often sit and read for a few minutes while enjoying my coffee before work. She sits at the table behind me, waiting for her coffee and bagel. This spot is 2 blocks from my house and I'm here frequently so know all the baristas. The blonde is making small talk about thanksgiving plans with a barista I know fairly well and the topic comes up that the barista has been figure skating for 12 years. I remark about how it's cool to learn something new about people you're familiar with and the blonde turns to me, again with strong eye contact and agrees. We all keep chatting about the figure skating, the blonde turning to me multiple times when I'd say something, definitely inviting me into the conversation and to talk with her.

I thought about ways to practice game, by expanding on the "you learn something new about somebody every day" with "and it's good to meet someone new, hi I'm RWS", but I felt that would engage her more in the conversation than the barista and I didn't want to tune the barista out. I wasn't really afraid or anxious about it, more shell-shocked.

I literally felt the interest die away as I failed to take action, and the blonde left while saying goodbye to the barista and not making eye contact with me, I knew I screwed up but in the moment I wasn't bold enough.

On the positive side I'm getting better at seeing IOI's even if I'm slow to recognize them quickly enough to act on them.
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