Back out Hunting || 8 More
Days of Game | June 19, 2016 | by Nash
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It was the day after my day out with Yad
[https://www.daysofgame.com/street_game/my-day-out-with-yad/], and I
wanted to get some practice done. Focusing on the specific coaching
Yad gave me
[https://www.daysofgame.com/street_game/yads-feedback-sets/] about my
game… and… let’s not forget what this is all about… I want
some girls in my life.

Let’s run down the girls for the day:

1. Slow start, couldn’t find anyone to open for a bit, and then a
Chinese girl… okay. Opened her, painting her as a tourist. She’s
semi-local, and was going to the local art museum. Pretty boring girl,
meh, I let her go. I’m supposed to be pushing my sets a little more,
closing more, but this one… I honest don’t want to date her. No
weaseling here.

2. This was one of my favorite sets. She was a cute girl, not Asian,
Euro girl? Turned out to be from Venezuela. She popped open, was a
very engaging, fun girl. I told her I was initially attracted to her
style and her cute thigh-high socks, but it was her great eye contact
that had my interest as we talked. She had just graduated film school,
and when I said congratulations, she high-fived me. She was fun. I was
slow and sexy with her, and it felt great. I tried to take her for a
drink, but she had to meet a friend. I number closed her, it was a
good deal. As we wrapped up the interaction, she came forward with a
“euro kiss” on my cheek. Okay, cool.

3. Very pretty Asian girl. She didn’t really get it, didn’t stop,
smiled. I should have reopened. This would have been a good one to
practice that with.

4. Ummm, short girl, glassy black hair, big butt. Uhhh, it was that
ass… Sweet Jesus. I got out in front of her, but she didn’t stop,
hot girl.

5. I stopped her using my “contrast” type of story to say that she
looked like a yoga girl in a hurry. I read all that right… she was
late for a class. She also wasn’t into it. I let her go.

6. Short girl, amazingly straight, black hair, all black clothes. I
thought she might be from Peru (she had that “native” look to
her), but she turned out to be Mexican. Maybe less than 5′. So cute.
She barely got what was going on, but eventually started to smile. It
was awk, she wasn’t really hooking, so I let her go.

7. She was a short Asian girl, maybe close to 30, big butt and a slow
walk. I opened, and she stared at me for a while… I wasn’t sure
she could speak English, and I said so. Yes, she understood, she was
just checking me out. Then, she seemed to love it. Big smiles. I tried
to close her, and she said she only had her Chinese phone w/ her. In
retrospect, I think that sounds like BS. She asked me for my card
several times, so eventually I gave it to her. She’s business-y.
She’s already added me to LinkedIn, which is weird. We’ve had a
few email exchanges, and if anything comes of that, I’ll share that
story… she’s complicated… we’ll see.

8. This is a more involved story… I usually reward myself after 3-6
approaches w/ a tea and a cookie. I go to this one café every time.
One day I was there, and this interesting mixed-race girl was working.
Kinda cute. I chatted her up… she was very young, but fun and
charming. I came back in last week, and she recognized me. Very
friendly, even mentioned wanting to hug me at some point. Hmmm, okay.
So this week, I was thinking she might be there, and she was. And she
gets excited when she sees me, but her coworker jumped in front of her
to help me. I get my order, and the girl goes on break. She walks over
near me, we make eye contact, say hello, and I ask if she wants some
company. So I have something like a little i-date with this girl. I
think she’s 18. She was a happy little girl, sitting there with me.
She’s messy, hyper, very young. Lipstick on her teeth. Chipped nail
polish. Dropped her phone 3 times as we talked… fidgeting the whole
time. Sounds like her life is a little rough. I’m not really
interested in this girl, I think she would be a mess to get involved
with… but the thirsty part of me kept trying to get me interested.
It was exhausting to talk w/ her, to try to lead and manage her young
wildness. As we got up, I could tell she wanted a hug, so I hugged
her. All of this felt vaguely lecherous, as her co-workers (who see me
all the time) could watch us sit together. I don’t want anything
from that girl… too young. I don’t care about her age… it’s
the lack of anything resembling maturity that makes this a deal
breaker. Damn… I’m thirsty, but she’s not the one.

Viva daygame.

 
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