Background I'm writing from Seattle Wa. where the weather is -great- on a 50 degree rainy day. I'm a 5'11" Asian 20 y/o male going to college working towards a bachelors degree.
My penis is... okay i'll stop there.
[Field report #1] Feb. 18, 2012
It's after Valentine's and I'm still single, holding tightly onto my v-card; surprisingly enough i'm in no hurry to lose it.
I want to get laid.
I spent an hour walking around campus to find my target, when a girl with smooth black hair caught my eye.
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Her back faced me as she sat alone at a table, i rated her hb8 based on hair and slender body. Made my away around to a sofa that faced her and was about to sit down when I saw her face. God damn it her face. Instantly my heart sank as I re-rated her weird nose, crooked eye brows and some other crap I probably didn't see. Needless to say I bailed before I decided I didn't want to open her.
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Afterwards I opened a girl I've ran into before, let's call her HBpurple cause of her shirt or something, 7/10.
Profile[HBpurple:18F Asian. Short - black/brown hair - (7/10) ]
I instinctively gave a smile as she walks towards me.
- me: *points* ...HBpurple ? hey!
hb: hey, blah blah
Me: Yeah I didn't recognize you, you're a lot shorter than I thought (neg)(hand motions)
hb: Oh I must be wearing heels the other day. (qualifies for me)
me: Where are you headed? (buying time to think of something)
hb: heading to piano class, are you going to college choir?
me: No, one of my profs will not be here today, so I just had my last class for today. (I begin to mumble and let my insecurities seep through the seams)
me: Hey look, we didn't say goodbye properly last time, I was in a hurry to class, err i mean the gym. (I keep the ridiculous smile on my face as I talk).
hb: oh.. that's okay
[fluff talk about how she never saw me in the gym, and asked if I saw her. My memory snapped back to the girl who always used the elliptical with her hair tied back on a pony tail. I never recognized it was her because of her height, but I had a feeling it was her...]
me: (mumbles) Hey we should meet up sometime, what's your number? (Don't ASK for her number, TELL her to put it in)
*takes phone out so SHE can put in her number* (good)
hb: *signs of hesitation* my number?.. umm... *avoids eye contact, but takes my phone and enter her number anyway* (identified her behavior as an anti-slut defense "I'm not a slut, but ur forcing me to put in my number so its all ur fault" - good)
me: *presses talk right away* so this isn't ur fake number right? (eye contact starts to wither as tension escalates; insecurities are starting to become obvious)
-me continue blabbing: I don't want the rejection number blah blah blah.
hb: no it's not the fake number blah blah
We both said our goodbyes as we awkwardly parted ways. I reached out to touch her arm (kino) but accidentally smacked her elbow instead.. smooth.. to top it off I still had that bitchin' grin on my face.
Results: #-close.
Closing thoughts I need to keep my insecurities under my feet - sternum high, and confident eye contact. Words need more projection, open my mouth a little more when I talk and pronounce words MORE deliberately.
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