After several hours of warming up around the Columbia University campus, me and my two wings start to head for the train station when my wing Dan points out a model looking chick walking past us. At this point, I only see her back, but she looks like a 10. Gotta see her face to finalize the assumption.

At this point my AA is gone from warming up nicely around the campus. Sarging older girls always makes you much more confident and pumped (I'm 17). So I have no problem chasing after the presumed model. I notice everyone on the street, couples, men, women, turning their heads to look at her. I stroll up and look at her face. I was right, she is an HB10. Immediately I use my default opener: "Hi," while looking into her eyes and leaving my hand outstretched for her to shake and smiling slyly. She looks over and shakes my hand, and asks me my name. It went something like this: (Tis a shortened version)

HB: What's your name
Allen: Allen. And yours?
HB: _____
Allen: So what are you Italian? (I said this smugly, matter-of-a-factly)
HB: No, I'm French and Native American.
Allen: That is a beautiful combination. (Some BS chit chat) You just came here?
HB: Yeah. People aren't really friendly around here.
Allen: Well, you are lucky you met a socialite like me. (Then I BS'd for a bit)
Allen: Listen, I want to take you out. Give me your number
HB: Ok.
Allen: What should I call you? Do you have a nickname?
HB: haha, yeah. _____
Allen: Ok, cool.
HB: I'm actually here to become a model. I'm going to an interview right now. Allen: Oh, ok. (passively) I'll see you around (Then I motioned her over, and gave her a kiss on the cheek)
HB: That's sweet. (Smiled, said bye)

This reminds me of the phrase that HB10's aren't harder, they are just different. This chick came to America just recently, and probably hasn't been approached much or at all. She was a lot taller than me (She was like 6'3"+) and would look very intimidating to chode spectators. I approached very confidently, and casually started talking to her. I was passive to her looks and looked her in the eyes most of the time, and showed no reaction towards her modeling comment, and did not mention how sexy she was. I guess the best way I can sum this up is standing out as much as possible by having ballz. Ballz and the mindset that she is just a regular girl. Chodes assume she is taken or too good for them. Bad mindset. This set mostly made me learn how a good mindset and calm demeanor can really help you out.

Anyway, on to the next key point.

This was around 10-12 at night. I was getting blown out by sets with huge bitch shields, but I looked at my rsd notes and realized how much of a fun process this is and decided to go on and see what happens next. I approached a blonde girl HB7.5-8 (It was dark, but she was attractive), and did one of my default openers.

"Are you Russian?"

She said yeah and I introduced myself with the "Hi" opener from before. I told her she has the Russian features to match. She said that she didn't know how to speak it and I teased her about how ashamed she should feel. At this point I got her laughing, and we bullshitted for a couple of minutes about the Russian culture. I then did a take away, by saying nice to meet you and I was about to walk away when I suddenly leaned in close and said, "Hey, give me your number."

At this point she was giving me several IOI's and I knew she was into me. I was looking into here eyes and giving good body language throughout the conversation. So I knew that there would be a good chance she gave me her number.

"Oh, I can't! I have a boyfriend!"

"Well, we can meet up so I can tutor you some Russian then."

".....Ok, it's ________"

"Ok, I'll see you later and we'll learn some Russian."

" Ok, Bye!"

It seems like this girl needed an excuse to not feel guilty that she was giving her number away.