I went to a bookstore in New York City alone, hoping to meet some girls. This was my first time ever going anywhere for the sole purpose of sarging women during the day.
The first bookstore I get to, there are no hot women. I look at books for like 20 minutes, and one HB7 walks in, but she just takes a quick lap around the store and leaves in like 45 seconds before I see an opportunity to say anything.

I move to huge, crowded, bookstore #2. There is a HB9 alone in the section with tons of study guides, she looks like a freshman or sophmore in college. My first thought is "Walk up to her and ask her 'so, what are you studying for?'" - but then I think "No, that's lame, I'll think of something better."
I spend the next 15 minutes wandering around trying to think of something better, stealing random glances at her, and all I end up doing is psyching myself out and possibly looking creepy.
So, after 15 minutes, I decide to go with the original "what are you studying" opener. I walk right past her turn my head to say it, but then this horrible pressure in my stomach rises into my throat and cuts me off. I can't say anything! I wasn't feeling anxiety, I was feeling pure terror.
I turned around and left the store... fkn ashamed. That's why I get for violating the 3 second rule... it's a basic rule for a REASON! Follow it!

I decide to take the subway back to my place, and it's there that I decide the only way to salvage this sarge would be to at least TALK to a girl on the subway. No good looking girls on the platform though... so I get in on one end of the train, and decide to just walk between cars and go through the entire train in order to find a HB to talk to. After several cars, I see one!
She's a HB7, dressed trendy with a nose ring, sitting down with both her legs on the seats next to her as if she owns the place. I walk right up a couple of seats away from her, making her move her feet, then plop down and spread out myself.
I turn to her and say "So what are you, a tourist?" This was SUPPOSED to be a neg, since she didn't look at all like a tourist, but it turns out she was! She was like "OMG YES, how'd you know! Haha, I'm from L.A.! blah blah" We started chatting, and it turns out we had a TON in common, it was pretty random that I sat down right next to this girl who I just happeed to have so incredibly much in common with.
We talked so much she missed her stop, but then she got out at my stop and walked with me for a few blocks. I got her number and am meeting her tomorrow night for drinks. She leaves town on Saturday.

chances that this ends in an f-close? I'm hoping close to 100%....

f-closed the subway/LA girl last night! Hands-down, best sex of my life.
thank you, PUA skillz, for giving this to me
She also wants to meet late tonight for a "midnight quickie" - this girl is my type!

well done mate

i lol'd when you said 'i felt pure terror'.

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Good work

Did I detect that you felt no pressure with the girl on the subway? The difference between 7 and 9 possibly? It also just shows that when you just get on and DO it things can happen

Good work

Did I detect that you felt no pressure with the girl on the subway? The difference between 7 and 9 possibly? It also just shows that when you just get on and DO it things can happen

I think it's both. I'm easily an objective 8 to girls, so when I'm hitting on 7s, I know I am the hotter one with the upper hand, and that goes a lot towards both my confidence and to how the girl is attracted to me (obviously she's going to be more open to a guy who is better looking than her).
So, my AA is close to 0% with 7s, but still very high with 9s and 10s.. I got to break down that barrier though by nutting up and approaching hot girls more.

Also, you're probably right that just once you start talking, things do happen. I also just got lucky that we had a ton in common, so there was a lot to talk about.

On our day 2, I tried the Cube on her, but it didn't work at all. She was way too analytical about everything.
I actually dropped several standard "openers" into our long conversation just to Multi-thread on purpose and keep the conversation going.
We made out in a secluded corner of the bar for a LONG time, and she was getting really physical, but refused to head out to either of our places.
At one point, it got so heavy that I put her hand down my pants... She totally flipped out and cut off everything and said she wanted to go home. I thought I had totally blown it. But when I drove her home, I asked if I could go inside to pee (i really had to pee bad), she was like "OK"... and then it just happened.

I'm going to have to use the "I've got to pee, can I use your bathroom" line more often...