5.01.2020

It's a Sunday again, so I went out to meet Emilia (the blue haired girl, my first daygame lay from back in October, henceforth known as my "October girl") at the usual time and place. She wasn't waiting for me at the bus stop.

Oh.

I know she was away, maybe she's not back yet. Either way, I guess I'll just have to text her to confirm future dates from now on, like normal people do.

But I still want to have a date for myself today. The game is on.

I see a girl crossing the street. First girl who got my blood pumping faster today. I give chase.

I "Krauser cartwheel" my ass in front of her.

- Excuse me... I just noticed you crossing the street a moment ago...

- I know.

- ...and I thought you look very pretty [this is not exactly what I intended to say, but it was the truth and it just escaped my mouth], so I want to meet you.

She smiled and mumbled something about a boyfriend, but I didn't hear exactly. Sorry, you mumbling something like that out is not enough to get rid of me. I stand my ground and ask her to repeat.

- We are not going to get to know each other closer, I have a boyfriend.

- Alright, have a nice day.

Okay, now that was enough to get rid of me. It's interesting, though, how girls KNOW that I noticed them, and - judging by what she said in response and how she said it, - they KNOW what I want.

I essentially just got up late, took a sip of water, brushed my teeth, got dressed and left the house. As it's 2 PM now, perhaps it is finally time for a coffee and breakfast. Oh, look, a new coffee place called "Good Morning" and the sign says they have breakfast. Hold my daygame, I'm going in.

I get inside and the first thing I see is this SEXY mulatto girl eating something with two teenage kids. I want to talk to her, but... Are those her kids? She doesn't look old enough to have teenage kids. I don't fucking know, this is a suboptimal situation. I decide I'm not talking to her now, maybe I'll meet her again, and she kinda looks familiar - is this that acquaintance of my...? Nevermind. If she is, she looks much better now, especially in those faux leather pants, hnnnngh...

Some time later, as she's leaving the place, she catches eye contact with me, says "goodbye" while looking me straight in the eyes, and walks out the door. HGDHJGDJGHKASHGDHKJA MY HEART.

I want to run after her. But I don't. Excuses, excuses, I'm fully aware anything that's stopping me now is excuses. Ugh.

After I'm done with my breakfast and my (now cold) coffee, I go back out. I decide to go to a part of town I never go to, because something like half of the girls I pick up in the city centre are only there because they live nearby - so if I go to the outskirts, I should meet girls there who I'd never meet in the city centre, right...?

Cool theory, but there's very little foot traffic there, so after something like an hour of walking around and zero approaches I go back to the city centre.

Once there, I decide to approach the first decent looking girl I find, and I do. I'm evaluating her face while I'm getting near, and once I decided she's acceptable, I do a "Jedi stop". She looks kinda like someone who I have approached already. Fuck it.

- Excuse me, I just saw you walking my way, and I thought you looked quite pretty, so I want to meet you.

- No.

What the fuck, girl. I can see how you look at me, I can see that smile, you're not gonna walk past me just like that. I say "wait", run after her, get in front of her again.

- Why not?

- I'm tired. But it's very nice of you.

The fuck kinda excuse is that.

We haggle for a bit, I talk about the tattoo behind her ear, until I decide to bring out the big guns and just do my "hail Mary" thing:

- Look, I don't want to take up your time, so I have only two questions for you before you go and I never see you again...

- You probably won't.

- If you say so, but I'm asking anyway. Question one: do you find me attractive?

- YES, you're okay. [it's funny how she got excited, but then immediately tried to calm down and followed up with a more "toned down" answer of "you're okay", LMAO]

- Alright, second question, do you want to go out for a drink with me?

After a few more bullshit obstacles like "I don't even have my phone on me", and a few more serious ones like "I'm not from here and I'm leaving tomorrow", she decided she can give me her number. I said, "if you really are tired, and you're not feeling it, don't", but she already had her mind set. So I took her number, we exchanged names and I told her I will call her today and we'll go out for a date. It's the long weekend, after all.

I do my usual thing - text her that I'll call her, and then I call her. Guess what, she's not tired anymore and we can go for a drink. But she doesn't trust me yet and wants to give my details to her sister "just in case". I ask if I should give her my home address, but she just wants to add me on Facebook. Okay then. After we hang up I get a text with her name and a photo - her profile picture. I add her on Facebook.

10 PM we meet where I first approached her (by the trash cans, near the convenience store - super romantic). We go for a drink. She tells me she's from a village by the sea and this is the first time someone approached her on the street like that and she doesn't quite know what to do about that. Plus she stalked my Facebook profile and now she's nervous, as I have all sorts of interests, while she is very plain and afraid I'll have nothing to talk about with her and that I'll just leave 20 minutes in. Hmm, SHE'S nervous about the date, while I'm calm. Interesting. It seems I already won this hole.

We go to my favorite pub, but the "boxes", which offer more privacy, are all taken. There's very few tables free, but as we're figuring out where to sit, two women, who were sitting at a table squeezed in by the window, leave. We take that table, but the girl is even more nervous now, because we're in plain sight of the whole bar, it seems.

I won't go into detail about what I did on the date and what exactly happened, because 1) this FR is long as fuck already anyway, and 2) it was all of the usual stuff I do on dates. Questions game, micro-escalation (which starts with me sitting next to the girl and making sure my leg touches her leg), vibing, eye contact until she can't take it anymore... She squeezed herself in the corner and announced that she's not getting out of there, but as the date went on, I managed to get her closer to me, and sometimes it wasn't just me touching her leg, sometimes it was her touching mine... She was occasionally reciprocating the physical attention. And I especially loved what happened when she wanted to go to the bathroom: I got up to let her pass, and then she got up and squeezed by me in such a way that she grinded her ass across my crotch. Nice... At one point she went out for a smoke (this time I grabbed her ass on her way out), I just stayed and tried responding to a message I got from someone on Reddit (shoutout to u/PrestigiousHawk9 - now you have an example of what I mean by "direct approach", BTW), and when she came back she was stressed that she smells of cigarette smoke, I think she was looking for chewing gum in her handbag... I knew what that meant. I said "screw that, worst case scenario I'll be kissing an ashtray". Now she knew that I know, and she turned to face me, her lips slightly parted... I close the distance. We make out.

It wasn't all roses, though, I'll admit... The girl was highly suspicious of me, which expressed itself in a variety of ways. For example, when I brought drinks, she'd switch her drink with mine, as if she thought I might have spiked her drink. Also, she only took a bit of money with her, which she said was intended for taxi cab fare - as if she was afraid that I'd rob her and this was her countermeasure ("if I get robbed, at least I won't lose much" I suppose was the line of thinking...?). So, while I lost the "age guessing game" and bought the first round of drinks, as that was the bet (I guessed she's 23, but she's 27, she guessed I'm 30, but I'm 33, so she was closer), it turned out I had to keep buying rounds for the both of us myself, and there was no way of splitting the bill. "You invited me, so it's your treat", she said. Not great, but it is what it is. She did, however, also say she'd invite me for coffee and ice cream for a second date, on the next day, before she leaves, and that this will be her treat for a change (spoilers: we were both hung over the next day and decided against it after all, so that second date didn't happen).

Three drinks and two or so makeout sessions later, it's 1 PM and the bar is closing in a few minutes, she spontaneously suggests getting a bottle of wine in the liquor store. I agree, on the condition that we drink it at a bench in a park. She's super into the idea and suggests the park next to where she's staying.

So we get wine, we sit at a bench at a park, we drink the wine from plastic cups, she runs in circles around a tree for a bit in an attempt to get warm, we play pattycake... I seed the pull nonchalantly by mentioning the alcohol I have at home (I think? I was pretty buzzed at this point already), but she doesn't want to come to my place - "not on the first date". She mentions that she's back in my city on Friday, though, and says "maybe Saturday-Sunday night", and the way she says it, not saying "I'll see you Saturday", but "Saturday-Sunday" makes me think that she's already thinking of spending the night. Good... Suddenly, my natural friend appears, with a bottle of beer in his hand. Now, this man could yeet me out of an interaction with a girl very quickly, but he's also very socially calibrated and knows how to act in situations like these - thankfully, he decided not to be an ass. We greet each other and he gives me some social proof by asking if I'll be at his party on Saturday. He warns me it will be crowded, as there will be thirty people there. "Thirty one", says the girl, implying she'll be coming there with me. We'll see.

Once we're finished with the wine I walk her back to where she's staying - her sister's place, I believe, - and she walks around the corner of the building to urinate. Classy.

Now, sure, I may have played this better. But I'm still happy as fuck that I am currently at a place where, if I decide I want to have a date that night, I can just get out of the house, talk to a couple of chicks, and have that date.

Honestly, I'm impressed with myself.