I haven't been doing street pick up for the last week or so. I got burned out from a previous 10 day stretch where I number closed 3 a day.

Today I went out to a little rural town where the HB 7 I f-closed last week lives (see lay reports). Even though this girl has an HB7 face, she has a HB9 body and an HB11 pussy. The sex was mind blowing and if your dick goes just a little limp inside of her it will pop right out of her pussy--that's how tight she is. I'm going to want to keep this one around for a while.

The awesome sex got me motivated to pull another 3 a day, so after work in the city I started hunting.

I got shot down a lot tonight and it was starting to fuck with my inner game. One hot chick that I tried to number close asked me if I was a con artist. After that I had to sit down and regroup for a while.

close 1:

The tide changed after I took a long rest. As soon as I got up I was walking behind this chick with short hair and a nice big wide booty. I asked her where the book store was and she walked me all the way there for about 5 minutes where we then exchanged numbers. I got good vibes from her and her ass was inspirational. Her name was Ryoko.

close 2:

I was walking through the restaurant and bar district when I passed this very flambouyantly dressed older lady. She looked like maybe she worked at one of the red light shops that are tucked back in the alleys. I asked her for directions to a bank. She pointed me in the right direction and we started walking together. She told me she was half French and started speaking French to me. I studied French for 4 years in highschool but couldn't understand a word she was saying. We then parted, but then she called me back to continue giving me directions so I decided I should number close her, which I did and she seemed pretty happy about it. She was a little strange though, like her head was in the clouds or something. She also told me where she lived which is a very wealthy neighborhood.... Her name was Tomoko

close 3

I'm now in hour two. The humidity is zapping the energy out of me and I'm tired of walking around plus my cell phone battery dies. I'm walking back to where my motorcycle is parked. I pass this hot young chick in a business suite, but I can't approach her because there's a dude walking next to her. After he fucks off she stops at a cross walk to wait for the light where I approach. She is very receptive and seems eager to speak English (I usually do all my pickups in Japanese). I tell her about my job which she thinks is awesome. It's going really good, but just to make it better I make a false time constraint. She hands me her business card. I shake her hand she holds onto it. Nice. Her name is Yuka

Hey Clozer,

as someone else commented on another thread, I think that your lack of approach anxiety is really good.

I must develop that what the fuck attitude and do it.
Using the time constraint is always better. I feel awkward transitioning between asking for directions to starting a conversation. It is the time I guess a bell could ring in the chic's head saying, hey, this guy is not just wanting to know where the bookshop is. Get me out of here! What is going on?

But suppose the worst that can happen is a bit of rejection/ and time to politely excuse myself.

So, I guess that that is where you false time constraint would come in handy to calm the babe.

So, two hours and 3 numbers that is excellent.

Keep up the good work and posting!! Your field reports really motivate.