Hey guys, since it's a boring ole Sunday, I figured I'd add to the collective of 'failure' FRs. Writing this, mostly as self-analysis and hope others can pick up on stuff I needed to do too. In a while from now, I’m going on holiday to my country of birth. I’m only in high school (17), so I’ll definitely practice without the (imaginary) restrictions of high school friend-groups.

MY EXCITEMENT/PUMP

Building up to the party I did some lifting with a friend, we'll call him Dimitri, and bought some new cologne, deodorant and hair wax. Dimitri was also going and tried discussing his plan of attack for this girl (having read seddit, this was truly cringe-worthy material). Good start, I'm pumped.

At the party, I suddenly feel like I've lost all the excitement I had, I go around talking to as many people as possible, but somehow can only convince myself to talk to people I know well. First mistake. I'll have to practice this. A lot. A bunch of male French exchange students arrive and damn they are naturals. At this point I'm getting a bit intimidated, most single girls are all over these guys, and I still haven't properly socialized with one. I speak French and could’ve definitely made some new friends and talked to a few new girls, but noo.

I switch groups for a bit, but a drunk friend comes in and completely wrecks the conversation every time. He is getting annoying and is killing the vibe even more Any tips on what to do with these kind of people?

THE BFFLS, THE WINGMAN AND ME

After a while and quite a few beers I find myself talking to this HB7 and her HB9 "bffl". She would be a real victory/confidence boost, since she's pretty hot, but no one dares to approach her. They're pretty much attached to each other and I want to get rid of the HB7, so I get a friend to do some wingmanning. Done.

This is the part where it gets bad. I’ve isolated her and we’re having a good conversation about Europe (I’m European and she is pretty well-travelled). Now that she’s isolated I should’ve initiated some proper kino, but instead I AFCed out. I decided ‘my hands are too cold and kino with cold hands could be too obvious’. What the fuck. So instead we just talk. In my head I want this to go well and am thinking of what to do, but the idiot in me keeps on talking about average, non-sexual, stuff hoping it will somehow lead to a kiss. Needless to say my passive behaviour didn’t lead to much.

In hindsight, I know exactly when I could’ve easily put my arm around her, or that I could’ve used my cold hands to my advantage (feeling her hands/face for warmth, or even teasing her with the cold hands). Lesson learnt, hopefully. She got cold and we went inside, finally used some kino to walk her inside. Too late.

DIMITRI’S GIRL AND THE FRENCH GUY

After failing there, I went to check on Dimitri and his girl-mission. I end up finding the girl all over a French guy, so I introduced myself to him and spoke some French with him. The French guy got further with her than my friend did in a month, ouch. He turns out to be an awesome guy you’d almost look up to (I didn’t make that mistake). I hang out with them for a bit. His kino was so aggressive and confident, should’ve used that lesson later.

LESSONS LEARNT

  • Passive behaviour/just talking isn’t going to get me anywhere.
  • Party/approach girls like you’re an exchange student. (aka not give a fuck)
  • Don’t get too drunk, I feel I was slightly too drunk to have proper game, which resulted in me having a good chat/making a new friend, but no game.
  • Probably a lot more. These are pretty generic lessons I know, but also my/the biggest mistakes.

I definitely regret it, but I definitely feel like I’ve learnt something. I got close to messaging her asking to hang out and then try again, but I think I’ll just wait for a next party and a next girl.

I could write a lot more, and Dimitri’s story probably contains deeper lessons than mine, but this is good enough for me. Hope someone likes this, if not, eh :) If there’s anyone wanting it, I might do a follow up a month from now, with hopefully some good stories about my holiday practice.