Approaching a new woman every day for a for a month, Days 9,10,11:
Day 9:
Friday night. This one was easy. A friend of mine named little Andy AKA Jimmy Neutron was visiting down from Hermosa Beach this weekend, so it was going to be a good time to hit on chicks between him, myself, my best buddy from NYC Flip, and our crazy party-machine friend, Xzavia.
I wanted to throw something out there: The four of us are
really different guys.
This winds up turning out situations where we rarely, if ever, go after the same girls, which leads to very little conflict and no jealousy between the guys when we're going around. That and we don't get to personally invested in girls we meet when we go out. Plus, by
having a variety of different types of people to choose to chill with means that any given group of girls is more likely to stay because they are more likely to find at least one of us interesting.
Anyway, this was a really typical "Guys-go-to-a-bar-and-start-talking" type of situation. I was kinda bouncing around doing what I like to call, "Conversational Red-Rover," which is when I happen to catch something two or more girls are talking about that I happen to know a lot about and jumped in to offer an opinion/expertise. This allows me to display some intelligence, which is something that I like to
think is one of my stronger points. This is actually Flip's strong point, also, but I'll get to that in a minute.
I noticed something about my speech patterns. I started focusing less on the attractiveness level of who was talking and more on who was giving me the best opening to enter the conversation. At first I was worried about looking shallow, but
if my entrance to the conversation was more organic instead of seemingly forced to focus upon a particular girl, I'd take the risk of looking shallow. In other words, I talked to the hot girl first, but it had to do a lot with the fact that she gave me the biggest opening for me to enter.
Anyway, we were talking and I ended up hitting it off with her. I ended up enjoying myself so much that I noticed way more about her than just the fact that she was good looking. It seemed to be really resonating with her, because we talked for a good while. I got her number and plan to see her next week.
The progress I was making was reaffirmed by my buddy Flip, because he pointed out how hot she was. This was particularly meaningful because he has a
really impressive "resume," much more impressive than mine.
Day 10:
I like to go thrift shopping when it comes to clothes because it's cheap, I know a good tailor, and it lets me differentiate my look from that of other guys. Makes it easier for me to stick out from the rest of the guys, a factor in and of itself which would open at least a
few doors for you.
Anyway, I was talking to a girl who worked as a cashier there named Sonya. Goddamn she was cute as fukk. Nice tight little body and only 20 years old. I put on my yuppie swag persona and started chatting her up about what she was about, talked about school, and talking about music festivals. Younger girls like to talk about music festivals a
lot, in case you're wondering how to approach them easily as an opener.
I asked her about her, what she did, politics, etc. We agreed pretty much on everything considering that she was a hipster and we shared our liberal politics and taste in music. She asked me about what I do, stayed vague as I could while giving
just enough information to stay interesting to her. Right before I left she asked, "How well does
that pay when you're only doing it part time as a student?" I said, "It pays okay," after which I remote unlocked my BMW, parked right in front of the store. It was an extremely corny moment, but goddamn did it work. She gave me a shy, coy smile and I told her to meet me at this big EDM concert that was coming up later on this month. We exchanged numbers. Needless to say, I'll tell you if I smash or not.
This ties in with what I was talking about earlier with my buddy Flip. He's a black man from Queens, so I guess it's just in his genetics to be a naturally good dancer. I swear, all you need to do is feed him some shots of top shelf booze, turn him loose on a dance floor like a lure on a fishing line, and he'll be reeling in a Marlin at the end of the night. Girls will see what a good dancer he is, dance with him, then he hits them with the intelligence after he dances with them.
They were already excited by the fact that he was a good dancer, the fact that the intelligence he had crept up on them in the form of a pleasant surprise made it much more meaningful than it might have been if it was something that he tried as his main selling point really early on.
I applied the same theory to what I was doing with the cute hipster girl at the thrift store. She knew I was smart by learning about my law school trip and after we had a nice back-and-forth during our conversation. The fact that I was getting paid was something that hit her way unexpectedly because I wasn't putting it out there as my main selling point.
The fact that I didn't put it out there as my leading selling point for myself created more of a mystique about me that made her think, "Well wow! What else does this guy have to offer? I wanna be a part of whatever he's about!"
Day 11:
Sundays are always a
little slow in my experiences so far, but I kinda welcome the challenge because it creates a situation where I'm forced to find someone to talk to in a situation with some scarcity. It's important to know how to win on a bad day. Winning on a bad day is the sign of a good athlete and a good team in the sports world.
Anyway, this was when I was with my buddy Erik at Cabo Cantina in Pacific Beach. He's my best childhood friend and I only get to see him 2x a year when he's coming back from deployment. He lives in Virginia near the Navy base and I try to get as much time as I can with him when he's around.
We were getting to the bar right around when the football games were starting up, so we started chatting up the local regulars about the team. I was a little hung over from the night before because I had decided to drink after spending the entire day rolling balls on Molly (btw, it was a fukking AWESOME experience). In any case, we did pretty well. I was trying really hard to crack one of the waitresses there, but I guess you can say that this time was one of the cases where I kind of screwed up. I didn't actually
do anything offensive or awkward to her, I just psyched myself out because I kept thinking about how this cute waitress always,
ALWAYS getting approached by new guys and I was straining myself to think of something new and different that she would have expected to hear from one of her patrons.
Didn't get her number because I didn't ask. Kept trying to auger enough interest from her in me to try and get her to give it to me herself. I'll try harder next time (not
too hard though, obviously). But hey, I expected to have a couple duds when I started this venture, so I was mentally prepared for it.
To keep this from happening again, I need to mentally prepare and remind myself that I have things about myself that make me uniquely interesting and that if I'm offering up time and conversation to a cute waitress, it's her that's lucky to talk to me. After that it's a matter of creativity of expressing my worth to her.
On yet another tangent, this ties into the creative process in general. These are some things I've noticed in the creative process:
- Memorization of information alone is not intelligence.
- Intelligence is the effective use of memorized knowledge via critical thinking to create original and useful interpretations and thoughts from the memorized information.
- Clarity behind your original and useful interpretation is refined by your critical thinking.
- After clarity of thought behind your anlysis, after this comes the creative process, which is how you express your original thoughts.
- Being able to express new thoughts in original and groundbreaking ways is the grounds for creativity and if done conistently, it's what defines a real artist.
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Whats sad is the humble women are the waitresses,unemployed and blue collar ones.Once a woman gets a job they acting out on some ATL Diva-Housewive stuff.
sort of like Jack Arnold from Wonder Years
attitude. In the bible pharoah went on a purge killing the first born of any Israelite it took 80 years for God to replay the Egyptians by taking their first born, what goes around comes around. It may not be this generation that the strumpet who cheated in you or plays you get her just desserts it could be a generation or two, but believe me 
