(I was gonna type a full-covered FR, but I am a fan of discretion).
Got 3 phone numbers when I went to Manhattan (2 from these chicks at American Eagle on 45th and Times Square, and one at Dave & Busters).
The first 2 chicks were luck. We bumped into each other, exchanged words, and I just went on autopilot (What are you doing shopping on St.Patty's day?/Nice shirt, I saw someone wearing it outside/You guys don't live around here, do you?)
Blah blah blah, the 1st friend (Big Tit Blondie), kept grabbing my arm and teasing me. Her friend (Cute Brunette), was isolated, and playing third wheel. I gave them both equal attentio (45% Blonded, 55% Brunette, both loved it). I had to go home, the blondie gave me her #, and I asked the brunette for hers. 2 in the bag; didn't call them. Too far for visiting.
Went to Dave & Busters. Played DDR. an "HB8" walked up next to me, and played along with me. She was beginner, I was expert (I played it a lot when I was younger).
We go to bar, we talk, she pours her life story to me, tells me her depression issues (Creepy...), then keeps leaning into me and touching my arm. Tickle, caress, touch...Phone.
It's a guy. Codename "Bill".
Bill is her "friend". By "friend", I mean guy who bought me AND her alcohol, and still went home empty handed.
I decide to challenge myself with my new found illskillz.
He comes, they hug, I shake his hand tightly (AMOG handshake, I am the big boss). We talk. Very professional. Investment Banker. AFC.
I am a dressed-down, spider-man cap, skater shoe, messenger bag toting, t-shirt, ripped jean, brown beanie wearing scrub captain, and I won the girl.
Defiance.
We drink, and play arcade games, and leave. He offers me two stogies. I take them, and shoot the shit. She enters a clothing store, we're waiting outside. He says "Brb, I'm heading inside".
(Rune's Mind: I like this guy. He's nice...)
I go in, and check out clothing with the girl. He's there, fidgeting. FIDGETING!!! An investment banker, fidgeting in front of a scrubbed out urban hoodrat. Golly gee willikers, what has this world come to?
He left, on a taxi, and I go with the girl to "take her home and make sure she's safe". We're hungry. We go get Pizza. 99 cent pizza, to be exact. DAMN GOOD PIZZA. (Thank you 99c Pizza. You ALMOST got me laid...)
We walked towards her house. I was holding her hand, and we were kissing. She was a sweetie. As we near 32nd street, the phone rings.
The first, is Bill.
"I'm pissed. You left with that scrubby asshole, and didn't even say anything".
(He's a really nice guy...)
She sweet talks him, clicks, kisses me, and we commence walking.
Then, 2nd call at 30th. Daddy.
"Honey, when will you be home?"
"At 11. I'm with my friend Chrissy
"I love girls. They're such liars...=p
But, then it came crunch time. The taxi.
...I had $6 left, just enough to get home.
GAME OVER.
(My call, not hers).Her: What's ur # babe?
...we exchanged #s, and I went home.
...and deleted her's. I don't call depressive chicks (Bang and flux. Boom).
A great day, with a shocking realization.
I have now become the guy everyone wants to kill.
Whoopee!!!!!
LESSON: Positive attitude. Be in the moment. Don't worry about anything that isn't NOW. Build the vibe, and work around your obstacles. You are the strategist AND the tactician; engineer your battleplan thoroughly.
And don't mind the competition. They can't beat you.
The End!
92/100 A+.