Last night I went out with a couple good wingmen to pimp the downtown. I had harsh AA and I hadn’t gamed in a week, but I used that as motivation to approach as early on as I could. I was walking down with my wingman and an HB8 walks by. She wasn’t dressed like she was hitting clubs, but more stylish/european, which I am quite fond of. My first instinct was to freeze up and keep walking. My wingman, without hesitation, shoves me in her direction and I open with “hi, how’s it going”. She responds well and I keep it friendly and cool. I was still a freeze at this point and couldn’t kino so I’m just walking and talking. I keep the conversation going with assumptions and statements about her (rather than questions). She’s a very chill and down to earth girl.

This is where, after some reflection, it got weird.

It was as though she was gaming me. She had a very congruent personality. I asked her why she isn’t going to the clubs and she tells me “I can’t get into clubs, I’m not dressed like a slut. Like that.” and then proceeds to point at some girls. At one point I talk to her about cows and I tell her there aren’t any cows around this city (oh yeah she’s from…Europe) and she points at a random girl and says “here’s one”. Nonetheless, I began to feel more comfortable so I kino by touching her elbow or her hand and eventually my arm made it around her waist and within 20 minutes of our interaction we were making out in the middle of the sidewalk, although it was her who leaned in to me. (Is this a good thing or should I have taken more control?). I tell her she’s a good kisser and just kept being icy.

I learned that she used to be an escort in…Europe and that she saved up her money to travel the world. She was leaving in two days so setting up a day 2 was kind of a stretch.

At this point I had two things on my mind: 1) I’m a pimp 2) I need to pull

Except I had absolutely nowhere to pull. I walked with her for another 40 minutes with plenty of makeout sessions in between (lots of groping) and I’m desperately trying to find one of my wings that can lend me a place to stay. I end up calling one of them and we meet up at McDonald’s. HB8 and my wingmen sit and chat for a few minutes before HB8 has to “make a phone call”. She leaves the area and I take my opportunity to ask all of them if there’s a good place to pull. I figured out some more logistics, but by the time I did, she was gone.

I then proceeded to go home and cry. Just kidding. I ran into her again that night. She was with a big group of people. I played it off as though nothing had happened and chatted with her for 2 min before I just ignored her and talked with some cool Australian dude (social proof, right?). She walked away. ¯_(ツ)_/¯.