Today I decided I needed a new shirt and polo and headed to the store I usually buy my clothes at. My goal then wasn't to game; just to buy some nice clothes.

I entered the store, and there she was... a perfect 10 saleswoman. I still didn't think about openingher; I'm not confident enough for that. Would of been easy though; just ask her some advice. So I start browing through the clothes, picking out some nice things when I hear a voice coming from behind me...

HB10: are you finding your pick, sir?
ME: Uhh, yeah I've already found a nice shirt and now I'm looking for a red polo but can't really find anything my size.
HB10: I think the one you have right there might fit... Let's see.

She held the polo against my torso. I knew that wasn't going to fit.

ME: Why don't I just try it on, unless your that good at your job that you can tell if it fits just by holding it against my chest.
HB10: (smiles) not really, I think you better try it on.

It didn't fit.

HB10: We have some other red ones over here....
ME: Yeah but they're too casual; I need something that'll stand out in the crowd...
HB10: We have some great T-shirts like that. What about this one?

She showed me the most godawful T-shirt in the entire store.

ME: hell no (laughing). Seriously, do you like that yourself?
HB10: It's not that bad... What about this one?
ME: Uuggh that's even worse. I'm getting dissapointed here. Maybe you're not a clothing expert after all (smile was crucial here. Smiling is always fucking golden) (Negged her bigtime here btw). You're just taking one t-shirt after the other off the rack but not even looking at them. And I thought you were honest... (2nd neg)
HB10: I'm not!! Honestly! (smiling bigtime here, I knew that wasn't the saleswoman laughing; she was enjoying this).
ME: Ok ok, now take your time and actually look for something that you think I might like.

I qualified myself here as a guy who knows what he's looking for, not some chump who'll go with anything.

HB10 looks for a couple of second and shows me a godlike t-shirt.

ME: whoa, that's what I'm talking about. Much much better. I'll be dissapointed if this doesn't fit. (I praised her for being a good girl)

I then tried on the T-shirt

HB10: Hmm, it's fine around the shoulders but a bit too loose around your chest.
ME: Unfortunately, you're right. You're not gonna make a lot of money on me being honest like that, you know.
HB10: big smile
ME: I like this T-shirt so damn much, if you'd of only told me it looks great on me, I'd of probably bought it.
HB10 (smiling) I doubt that... You look like a guy who cares about the way he looks.

I was unsure if this was an IOI. Also I didn't attach any value to the smiling at this point as she's a saleswoman; she's paid to be friendly to customers. At least that's what I think.

ME: Really? What makes you think that?
HB10 then complimented me on basically everything I wore. (okay, maybe that was an IOI)
ME: well I believe in looking after myself. The way you dress says a lot about your personality Take yourself for example...

I did a cold read here, worked great.

HB10: wow, you're absolutely right.
ME: That's awesome. But I still don't have a t-shirt or polo now.
HB10: aww I know but season's running at its end.
ME: Yeah but I didn't have time to come in earlier, had to finish my exams.
HB10: How did they go?

We then fluffed for a bit in which I tried to make her laugh as much as possible.

Example:

HB10: So how old are you then?
ME: Guess... (kudos to Tyler D here)
HB10: Uhh, 22?
ME: So much for female intuition...

anyway, after the fluff talk, in which she tells me all kinda stuff about herself and especially kept asking stuff about me, I thought I needed to go for a #close.

ME: You know what, I'd like to hire you as my clothing advisor. We'd make a great team. You'd make me adore clothes that don't fit and I myself am very good at being clueless about sizes.
HB10: haha, yeah
ME: I'm warning you beforehand though, I'm high maintenance. Do you get some kind of discount in every clothing store because you're in the business?
HB10: lol, I wish
ME: Yeah me too... I bet you're very good at stealing clothes though. You'd steal them and if you get caught I'd be like: yes officer, I saw the whole thing: She stole that t-shirt for absolutely no reason other than being the clothing advisor of a very high maintenance guy.
HB10: hahahaha
ME: anyway, how do we get in touch (I never say "I"; "we" works a lot better for some reason). I should mention that I'm very good at smoke signals.
HB10: hahaha that's not really my strong side
ME: well, we could just do it the easy way and exchange numbers.
HB10: sounds fine

So we exchanged phone numbers. I put myself in her phone as "high maintenance guy" so she knows it's me calling / texting.



Any comment here guys? I first negged her a bit, little C&F and then just tried to qualify myself as a fun guy to hang out with, hence the overload of jokes at the end. I was very nervous to go for the #close. I always joke around a LOT before finally asking her number. That's the old AFC resurfacing, fear of getting rejected.

This worked out great by the way. There were definitely some factors that played in my advantage. It was daytime (I find girls are MUCH easier to game then) and I didn't have to open her.

Hope you guys enjoyed it...