I met up with a pickup guy in the downtown regions today. I was only out to practice for a little bit today because I had plans to meet up with another good friend of mine but I still had an amazing experience with a set.

So me and this guy met up at a busy intersection and I opened a man who was giving out chocolate bars for a donation. I joked around with him and told him I was donating my love when suddenly, me and my partner were opened by two ladies who were working for an acting agency.

My friend was the one that was first initially approached by these two. I swooped in next and opened with an explanation of how their agency nearly scammed one of my close relatives. I flirted a little here and there.

Upon shaking the first agents hand and pulling her in a little, she mentioned how she had just finished with an Audi car commercial. I transitioned this really well by asking her if her belly button was an "innie or an outie(Audi)". She told me she didn't know and I revealed I'm both an innie and an outie. She asked me to show her and I asked her to show me first, so I took my hand to her belly to search. She responded by moving my finger to where her belly button was and commented on how she couldn't lift her shirt up because her pantyhouse or something. I told her we could lift both of those up to check.

So there I stood, feeling up this chick's belly that I just met while she was giggling. Finally she told me we couldn't continue because she was being watched by her manager and so I took out my phone, looked her straight and deep into her eyes, and told her I want to take her out to coffee instead. I held some incredible eye contact here but she ended up rejecting my attempt by telling me again that she couldn't give me her number because she was being watched(lolwhut). My target and her partner disappeared somewhere.

I wasn't feeling bad in any way and it only got better from there. Remember that man from the beginning of the FR? He reapproached me and told me he wants my number for a show he's starting called "The Date Whisperer." Guess what it's about. Ironic? Epic? Both? You decide. That's my FR.