She's not a redneck, that's just what I call her sometimes.

Day 1

Initially I started my day off by working on some tunes in the park. In my free time I'll bring my guitar to a public park, work on some songs, talk to some girls, etc. I posed to the Groupme that I would be there for most of the day if anyone wanted to daygame. Lo and behold my usual daygame wing Contro hit me up and said he'd be over in an hour or two. One and a half finished songs later and I met up with him and we daygamed in and between Washington Sq. Park and Union Sq. Park. I was having a relatively unlucky day, I'm a little bit rusty at daygame after having a pretty reclusive Winter. I don't remember getting any numbers that day, but I saw this girl sitting on the steps at Union Sq. It's funny what a reputation among girls that place has for housing bad pickup artists, and then there's a reputation among us for it being the easiest place to daygame.

"I like the dress you're wearing, but those sneakers are just awful."

I don't remember if this is what I opened with, but it must've been my opener or the second thing I said to her. I was being honest. She was wearing a pretty pink dress and then some athletic Nike shoes.

Perhaps she appreciated my honesty or my joke about her working out in a dress, but we got to talking about how we're both fashion majors of some sort, I asked her on a scale from 1-7 how Fobby she is (fresh off the boat), I implored her to guess what kind of Asian I am though she couldn't cause I'm mixed, I tried to guess her Asian nationality. She tells me she's from the Midwest (redneck, but not really) and she's only in NY for the Summer for a fashion internship. We talk about our internships. I tried to make her sound like she was acting superior because she wasn't a mixed Asian. The Harry Potter term mudblood was used. I teased her for her poor eye contact, and tried to get her to stare me in the eyes on three, but I just gave her a cross-eyed face on 3.

I don't recall a lot of the conversation, it was a lot of banter and comfort building. She had to go, but offered me her number in the form of a business card, which I teased her for.

All in all, a very solid way to end mediocre daygaming session.

Day 2

After I met her, I was giving her calls on my lunchbreaks to see if she wanted to meet up. I'm glad I gave calls instead of texts, I think this really set me apart and showed I was serious about seeing her (naked).

I invited her out to lunch, dinner with another friend of mine, a bbq party I was having in Brooklyn, but I didn't get my Day 2 until she said I was invited to the movies. A fucking movie date. A fucking movie double date, with her roommate and roommate's boyfriend.

Xmen Origins, nosebleed seats, fullhouse of little kids and shit, sitting next to her roommate and bf.

Never again.

Seriously, never go on a movie date for a first date no matter how much you think you can turn it in your favor. There's hardly a chance to kino, hardly a chance to talk, and worst of all there's kids (usually).

I did what I could, made jokes during the trailers, light kino, but pretty much had to shut up for most of the movie.

The movie was in Jersey city and I ended up getting there even earlier than them after getting out of work around Midtown. They showed up with minutes to spare, all of which were used to get tickets and concessions. I talked to the other bf as the girls got the tickets and snacks. We connected over having lived around the same part of Brooklyn and other stuff. I made a joke to them all that I was in the CIA because I've moved around north jersey so much.

At the end of the movie the bf stormed out of the theatre and the roommate followed close behind. Apparently he was really upset because the school he graduated from had been calling him incessantly about his student loans. This gave me and the girl some time together during the credits before the end of credits teaser. This would have been the best opportunity during the movie for a k-close (which still isn't opportune) if it weren't for all the kids.

When we left the theater I asked if she could walk me to the Path real quick which wasn't far off. But the upset bf was impatiently waiting in the car apparently and the roommate said that meant they should really be going. No dutch.

Acting like an AFC, I texted her "That was interesting, being your third wheel insurance lol."'

I wanted to convey I wasn't interested in just being her friend and how shitty a movie date is to her. She didn't say anything to that though.

Day 3

Not for lack of trying, but our Day 3 wasn't for another two weeks roughly. She made plans for lunch with me that I had to flake on, she couldn't make it to my bbq party, she had Friday night plans, etc. I decided to stop talking to her for a bit cause I was trying to hang out with her a lot, I've got other things to do and people to see. Gave it 5 days until I asked if she was a city living redneck yet.

She told me she was moving soon from Jersey City, which in retrospect probably took up a lot of her time. Now she is, and she lives in Hell's Kitchen, and there's a great curry place I should take you to in Hell's Kitchen on Monday.

Scratch that, I'm playing an open mic Monday. Oh, you're playing an open mic, that sounds fun? I bet it does, and sounds really attractive too, so let's get curry on Tuesday.

Hey I met this awesome guy at my open mic tonight, he's playing a show tomorrow here, let's check it out after curry.

She meets me after my internship for curry. I tease her for being bad at finding 36th and 8th from Herald Sq. I try to get her to hold my hand when crossing the street, cause I'm a baby. But she has sweaty hands.

This girl isn't a redneck, but damn it are her palms sweaty! I've probably teased her about them every time I've seen her.

I sat next to her at the curry place, not across. Light kino, talked about music, joked that she should smell me since NYC smells so awful. Told her I'm the reason her palms are sweaty (as if I'm making her nervous). We bounce to this guys show in Alphabet city, I talk with him at the bar while she goes to the bathroom, I talk with the bartender, I talk with another dude at the bar. I try to assert my independence and social value which she sees when she comes out to the bar. She gets a beer. Brooklyn Lager isn't as good as she remembers it the other night. We go in to watch this guys show. She gets me a beer that I sip when the waiter isn't looking (20). I tease her for assisting someone underage get alcohol even though her parents own a liquor store. We laugh at some of my friends lyrics. Btw, he's really talented everyone. It was just him on piano, so it sounded a lot more like Coldplay, and bitches love Coldplay. She gave the waiter $5 for my Guinness, but I only have $2, so I tell her I'm going to get her some ice cream afterwards.

When we get out from the show she says "what next?" I set up this venue hopping just right so in terms of Manhattan, we were as close as we could be to my pad in Brooklyn. I tell her we could go to my place and I'll play her some of my stuff. No dice, she'd rather get ice cream. Damn, I tried.

We stop in a CD store I wanted to check out and I dig this guys collection of CDs and VHS. When we get the ice cream I'm purposefully a messy eater and make these sexual noises while eating it. Ice cream can be really sexy when you're with me. I stop her and tell her she's got a little bit on her, then go in for the k-close.

Success. Lips landed. It was a small peck, but it wasn't rejected. I'm thoroughly happy and feeling accomplished. That is until we stop in front of some live act in a bar and I go for it again, but she turns away this time.

I'm thinking, shit how am I supposed to escalate if I can't get past the first kiss? I don't let this ruin my night though. I've gone for enough kisses in my life to enjoy even the ones that get rejected. She doesn't say anything about it or act weird, so I don't either. We sit in a park and enjoy ice cream. I continue to be weird with my ice cream. She sees a rat and I tease her cause she won't even put her feet back on the ground for a few minutes. When we leave I tell her we're gonna go to this place called Fat Cat (of which Marbles from the groupme told me about). So we walk across town from Alphabet city to the west village, while I tell her about the places and neighborhoods we're passing through. I snapchat a building that's relevant to me to a friend, and then go for another kiss here. She resists again, but I'm persistent this time, persistent enough for it to be something of attention.

"I'm sorry" "It's cool, do you have a boyfriend"

She doesn't answer this question with a yes or no.

She tells me she's just being a girl, and being complicated. Sounds like she's being fickle, and I take it. Whatever reason she has is good enough, for now. She apologizes for making things awkward, but I tell her that's bullshit. I tell her I do this shit all the time, I might get rejected from a kiss sometimes, but occasionally it's really rewarding and not awkward. None of this is awkward to me. She can tell me she's just being a woman, but I tell her I'm just being a guy and she happens to be very pretty. It's my way of saying, this doesn't change a thing. She says thank you for calling her pretty.

On our walk to Fat Cat I ease up for a bit on the escalation and try to build some rapport. I talk about common Asian experiences, racial dysphoria, times we were shitfaced, crazy stuff that's happened to me in the city. I ask her questions. I ask if she does drugs, tell her about concerts I've been to. Etc.

We get to Fat Cat and sit on opposite end of a couch when waiting for our pool table. Shit, that's not good. Talk a little bit about old TV shows while I'm constantly checking if our numbers is up for pool