Field work #3
I didn't actively go out and do pick-up today, but if an attractive girl happened to walk past me I opened her.
I really don't like making up bullshit stories in order to open a girl, though sometimes it's necessary in order to make her comfortable about being approached by a stranger. After watching the Street Kings episode last night that Gigsaw mentioned in his post, the one thing that stuck with me was that both these guys did direct approaches AND they said something like, "Hey, you're just too beautiful to pass up . . ."
I admire the direct approach because it cuts out the bullshit and let's the girl know your intentions. If she accepts you on those terms then you can move forward and she is on board and knows what's up. I think these guys didn't have a plan when they came onto the playing field. They couldn't think of anything to say off the cuff so they just told the girls she was beautiful and that's why they were approaching. I have even done this myself a few times when I wasn't prepared to open a girl. You just tend to blab the first thing that comes out of your mouth. I can't remember any time I've ever had success by opening a girl and telling her that she's beautiful. My gut instinct and every experience that I've ever had tells me that it's a suicide mission to approach a female and then compliment her. Once you've complimented her you've thrown all your cards on the table and have nothing else to play. She is then free to walk off with a bigger head and bigger, more irritating ego while you are left feeling like shit after being rejected. Why would you do that to yourself?
A little off the topic, but speaking of off the cuff comments, Gigsaw threw a few of them out there that had me cracking up. I think he has a really creative mind. He made me realize that I need to open up my humor game more and get girls laughing.
As I was walking by the hospital that I live near this morning I saw this hot piece walking towards the hospital entrance. I just said, "Hey, what's up!?" to her in English. She didn't really understand me. I asked her if she lived in the neighborhood. I smiled. It was raining and she didn't have an umbrella so I held mine over her head. I asked her a few more questions. She told me she was a student. I then told her I had to get going for an appointment. I cut it short on purpose. I then whipped out my phone and told her to send me her number. She was a little hesitant. When she became hesitant I realized that I started to feel my confidence shaken. When I realized that I intentionally acted confident by making my voice a little bit louder and more positive. When I did that, I could see the change in her reaction towards me. Number close.
I did this to two more girls on my walk home from work as well, number closing both of them.
So after I work I agree to meet an old "friend". I told her to come by my house. I met her when she had a boyfriend 7 years ago and we kept in touch even after she married that boyfriend. She arrives at my house in her business suit. She's a very small girl, almost child sized. She said she has to go in 30 minutes to pick up her daughter from nursery school. I unbuckle my belt, whip it out, grab a fist full of hair from her head and push her down to her knees. After she blows me for a while I bring her into the shower room, bend her over the tub and fuck her doggy style, all the while thinking, "Man, if you're husband only knew..." I then put her on her knees again and mouth fuck her. The cock moving in and out of her mouth is making a suction popping sound. I hold it back until the eruption can no longer be contained and then I dump a load all over her tiny Asian face making sure to glue both eyes shut. I would have preferred she went home to her husband with her eyes glued half shut. I got out of the shower and let her wash herself.
Now it's pouring rain outside. Since she has been a good friend to me all these years I give her a ride to the train station on my motorcycle. I drop her off and start to head back home. I come to a major intersection and oh-my-holly-fuck, this HB Premature Ejaculation in this slammin' tight blue dress walks across the street in front of me. Her tits are just pouring out of this tight peace she has on. As I watch her walk by her ass is absolutely perfect. She's wearing a black leather jacket and thigh-high boots and my fucking mind is going cuckoo. Fucking Woody Woodpecker, Tom and Jerry, Cuckoo clocks and whistles are all sounding off in my head, I can't even think straight. This is possibly one of the hottest women I have ever seen in my life.
I always see hot women when I'm riding my motorcycle, but usually I think it's a hassle to park my bike, take off my helmet and gear and go do an approach, so under normal circumstances I just keep on riding. But considering that every Cuckoo clock ever made by man was going off in my head with a clamoring of bellows and whistles, I immediately illegally parked my bike and whipped my helmet and gear off. By the time I got parked HB Premature Ejaculation had already crossed the busy intersection. The light had turned red and there were four lanes of heavy traffic separating me and HB Premature Ejaculation. There was no way in hell I was going to let this one get away. Fuck it. I start crossing the street with traffic zooming by. I hold out my hand to get the cars to stop and carefully jet across the street. I catch up to HB Premature Ejaculation. I walk slightly past her so that I am now walking a bit ahead of her.
Now it has been raining buckets and I am absolutely soaked. It looks like I have literally walked out of a swimming pool. I am fucking drenched. I casually look over and a bit back to the side where she is and I say, "Yup, I was riding my motorcycle..." She smiles and keeps walking. Shit, I don't know what to say next! So I say, "So, do you live around here?" She says she is just getting off work (And I'm pretty sure she is a hired-gun since she was coming from the direction of the Pink-light district). But I can tell she is bored from this questions, so I immediately go into one of my routines for safety. The routine I choose doesn't really seem to get her juices flowing but it does allow us to conversate a bit and break the ice.
I then realize I have to cut this set instead of latching on, appearing desperate and needy, so as we pass the supermarket I tell her I've got to head on in there and I just casually start to walk away. I notice her body language change. She stops and faces me, as if expecting me to work harder for it. I just casually say (and it was true) "Uh, sorry, I don't even have my phone. You can tell me your number if you want but I probably won't remember it". Inside my head I was cussing myself out for not having brought my phone. She starts telling me her number. F'ing cell phone numbers here in Japan are 11 digits long. As she's telling me her number I'm trying to act casual and shit, but inside my head I'm trying to find a pattern or something with the numbers so that I can remember them. I repeat the number back to her and she tells me I've got it right and then I say, "Alright, well, don't expect anything. I'm not really that smart". I smile again and walk away. She holds the eye gaze, I break it.
I'll text her in a day or two to see if I got the number right. Don't want to come off as desperate. It occurred to me later that all I had to do was have her call my number and I would have gotten her number that way. What a fucking idiot! That's what pussy can do to you, man. I couldn't even think straight.