I'm making these threads at the end of each day sort of as a personal log of what went good, what went bad etc. I'm not trying to be attention seeking at all, but if these posts give motivation to anyone, then all the better.

I approached the first cute girl I saw today, said "Hey I thought you were cute and I wanted to say hi". Her reaction was the funniest I've had yet. She was very shy and couldn't stop giggling. She replied "thank you, I never get this" (in a genuine way). Engaged in small talk for 5 minutes, got her number, left.

Approached 4 more girls quite quickly after that, walked with one of them down the street as we chatted instead of just being stationary like normal as she was on her way somewhere. One of the girls I think I went a bit too forward on, she seemed in good spirits but without wanting to over analyse, it felt as though there was a small undertone where she was just thinking "what the fuck is this guy doing, I'm in a rush". I laughed it off pretty good, although I would be lying if I said it didn't fuck with my head a bit, over analyzing what she was thought of me.

And then after that I was walking around for about 15 minutes and caught my reflection in a window... that's when my scumbag brain took over. All of the negative thoughts of 'you don't look like you did when you left the house' 'what the fuck are you doing approaching these attractive girls with that shitty jacket on' 'you should trim your hair before you go talk to any more girls' etc. I walked into a shop, went to the bathroom and fucking got obsessed with how I looked in mirror. I've had this really unhealthy obsession with image for a long time, where I just can't help but have a look in the mirror and see how I'm looking. Sometimes I love what I see and feel confident, other times I hate what I see and feel like shit. I got really in my fucking head, and ended up walking around for hours just talking to no one and not being able to break back out of this stifled state. It was entirely self-inflicted. I started getting paranoid as shit as well, worried about whether people might have noticed that I was trying to pick up girls, if someone near me on the street spat on the floor I thought it was directed at me or some shit. All this shit just pored out, despite the good start I had this morning.

So my new rule when I'm out is to avoid looking at my reflection, avoid mirrors, and don't go into the public bathroom to validate my appearance before approaching. These things are dangerous and tend to lead me down this negative route.

I got home and decided that I wanted to do one more approach to end the day on a good note. I went to the local mall (5 minutes from me) and went and approached a girl in a coffee shop. It was one of the smoothest opens I've done, I think I sounded confident, and the reaction was good. Kept it short, didn't ask for number. Left.

Tomorrow I'm going to do my best to fight my scumbag brain again. It's all just a mind game. I'm creating a fictional image of myself - but by believing in that fictional image, I become it. While if I realize it's bullshit and maintain confidence, I have an entirely different image/personality. Tomorrow is about doing even more approaches, asking more girls for their numbers (as I only asked one today), and to avoid looking at my reflection/mirrors when I'm outside.

Thanks for reading

tl;dr, approached 6 girls, got a number, but scumbag brain fucked my over