I wasnt really feeling up to sarging this morning when I left my apartment to buy my newspaper (yeah, man's gotta stay informed). I reach the news stand and there's this HB7 (Chinese and short-haired) reading the gossip section of one of the Sunday papers.

Usually, I pay for my paper go back upstairs and nurse my hangover. But this HB was so deep in her paper I had to...and I was feeling like shooting the shit and just being ridiculous to a sexy woman.

ME: What's Lindsay Lohan up to?
HB7: Excuse me?

ME: Nothing, I just wanted to know who she's sleeping with now...
HB7: Who?

ME: Lindsay Lohan ...
HB7: I don't know, there's no story about her today
ME: You think she's really lesbian?

She looks at me and I'm not even looking at her, my eyes fixed on my paper.

HB7: Maybe
ME: Are you a lesbian?

She laughs,

HB7: no, I'm not...
ME: Who would you be lesbian for?
HB7: Are you serious? You don't even know me! (shit test but yeah, right...i studied all night for this one LMFAO)
ME: I think you'd so fall for Lucy Liu...
HB7: She's alright...

I laugh

ME: See! I knew you're lesbian!

Anyway, she laughs, I shoot the shit about Hollywood and DHV about how I'm writing a novel and she asks me what its about. I tell her whatever i think of that day, i put in the novel.

ME: this afternoon, i'm putting in the lesbian girl with the newspaper...

she laughs again and I time-constraint telling her i haven't had breakfast and need to get back to bed. she's standing to my right, I'm turned slightly to face her but not fully. she's wearing tight jeans and one of those flamboyant tops that are an absolute fucker to take off.

ME: i think you should give me your number. later on, i'll call you and we can have lunch.

I say it as if i'm sure she's not even going to say no

HB7: I don't even know you. How about you give me your number instead? (WTF?)

ME: I don't know it...i don't call myself that often (credit - Jack Nicholson in Chinatown)

It takes her a few seconds to get it but by then, I'm walking away and I tell her,

"Enjoy your paper."

Somehow, it was nice just talking to her. Could have done more to n-close but lately, i been more relaxed with my game. enjoying it, whatever it offers that day.

1. Thats awesome... and you know what, just because your a PUA doesn't mean you have to pick up... more of just a guideline to being more social better more confident person... and by using lindsy lohan... is there an emmy for picking up haha

2. Sick log in name... i always liked the rap music, but the play on words in the PUA game... priceless

If an HB refuses to give me her # but asks for mine I say something to the effect of "It's not that I don't trust you, I just trust myself even more." Ha ha ha

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Call me Sly.
My goal: To become a Pickup Artist in everything but name.

And yeah, This is (still) just the beginning.

LOL! nice one ...

Next time i see her, if I've had a dry patch ... i'm f-closing. no apologies.