TXT FOLLOW UP
As I got on the bus this morning my new sarging partner from this past Friday txted me, asking if I ever called the girl who had given me her number that night (spontaneously, without me asking). I said that I hadn't, and asked if I should, since it had been so long, and I wasn't sure if I used my fake British accent on her. He convinced me that the worst that could happen would be that she ignores my txt.
So I txted her: "hey, too bad we didn't meet up Friday night. Things got a bit crazy, lol
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She responded quickly: "Ha ha i was a lil drunk that night lol how are u?? Im back in california"
Well, fuck. That sucks. The night Txt girl and I met my sarge partners told me that her BT was high and I should have k-closed, but I (stupidly) had imbibed enough that I didn't trust my senses. Oh well. I used this hopeless opportunity to practice my txt game. I worked on txt mirroring, C/F, and condensing my ideas.
NUMBER CLOSE
At work (as a waiter at the Outback Steakhouse in NYC) I had one table that was a 3-set. One HB4, one HB5, and one HB9. And the HB9 was probably about 29, 30 (I'm just about 23). So, gaming older chicks always makes me nervous. And this woman was decked out. Perfect makeup, perfect clothes, perfect accessories, and a perfect face.
When I went over to the table I knew to learn from my mistakes of last time. So I immediately started to talk to the HB4, askign her drink order first, then the HB5. Then I didn't ask the HB9 what she wanted; instead, I fluff talked the other two. Pretty soon she broke in and teased me about something I said. I cocked an eyebrow, stared at her, and smiled, looking at her friends, like, "Really?" And then plowed on. I took her drink order and moved along.
On my next visit to the table I teased her back. It was only after they finished their meal that I began to directly address her, commenting on her accent and finding out where she was from (Ukraine). That's when I did some rapport building talk about having a trip planned to Eastern Europe (one thing I'm learning is that, with rapport building, a plan to have a real connection with someone's background is almost as good as the real thing). I threw out some DHV stories to her friends, recommended some drinks, and, later, dropped the bill. When I returned, her number was inside.
That is 4-for-4. Four sets I've approached with the direct intent of getting a phone number, and all successful, using traditional PUA techniques, and learning from my mistakes.
K-CLOSE
After work a couple of us went to a bar on W 4th. It was a terrible venue, and my buddy got a txt from a co-worker of ours who he said thought I was good looking. So we decided to join her at the bar she was at. When we got there she was with a female friend, an HB7, and our co-worker, an HB8 was sitting, sipping Shiraz.
I walked in, said hello to all the other co-workers there first and then walked over to the target and her friend. She introduced me to HB7 and I got to talking, right away, to HB7. Her friend became very quickly attracted to me (I feel a bit of pre-selection here, if HB8 was truly as attracted as reports have told, she would have shared this with HB7). After about 5 minutes I pull up a chair and begin a relaxed pose, DHV stories, and after about 15 minutes of HB7 interaction, I reincorporate the target. Now, in a three-way convo, we wile away an hour with some rapport building (I went to University where the Target grew up, we know some of the same people, oddly enough), some DHV stories, and some light kino.
I go to the bathroom and when I come back they stand up and say they are leaving. I'm tempted to go with HB7, because I know she is attracted (lots of hair play, straw in glass fidgeting, exposing of the neck, flirtatious comments, strong eye contact, open BL), but I want to try my luck with the girl I'm unsure about, the Target. We're walking in the same direction as HB7 gets into the subway.
We walk together and I say, "Well, isn't this nice? We met up, had a drink, talked, and now I'm walking you home. It's like a first date!" With that, I wrapped my arm around her. She reciprocates, wrapping her arm around me and saying, "Yeah." We walk for a bit, and then I unwrap my arm, unceremoniously and start a DHV story.
The cool thing about this DHV story is that it's about a theatre project I'm developing, so, it has a story inside the story, when I tell the Target what the show is about.
So I moved away from her at the start of the story-in-the-story, when it is sad and melancholy, and then, when it gets to the romantic, happy part, I wrapped my arm back around her (my attempt at anchoring--having her associate good emotions with my touch).
When we got to the front of her apartment building I wrapped up the convo, grabbed her number, and said, "Well, you know what all good first dates end with, right?" She says, "I do," and I pulled her in for a kiss. We made out for a few minutes and then we separated and I went on my way (I wondered if it was possible to make it up to her apartment, but I need to be rested for tomorrow, and I wasn't sure where her head was at). At Grand Central I descend into the subway and receive these txts in rapid sucession:
"Ah dont be gone..."
"Fuck call me tomorrow..."
Based on that I feel like a more complete, if not an f-close was possible.
So, that was my day. QUESTION: do I call her tomorrow, or call her on Thursday when I mentioned I probably would (for unicycling in Union Square
)???
As always, any thoughts, questions, comments, etc, always appreciated.[/b]
CHAT
