| On Thursday evening I groomed myself, got comfortable and went to the mall. This newb mission sounded like a real piece of cake. As soon as I walked in I began saying hi to girls and women or at least smiling and making eye contact. I wasn't picky I smiled at or said hi to girls in their late teens and women older than 50. Once I had paced half of the mall it seemed pretty simple. Then I suddenly realize I was looking at a solid 9.5 and she was looking right at me, when we where about ten paces from each other I smiled and she smiled back. Now I was getting nervous, I started thinking I can't simply say "Hi" I need to open. At five paces from each other she slowed down and said, "Hello."
I didn't slow down. Instead I said, "Hello." and buzzed right passed! In mind I'm asking myself, "Seriously! WTF? She said hello! All you had to do was stop!" I paced the other half of the mall to the food court without saying a word to anyone. I had Panda Express and then began to pace back. I was smiling again but I wasn't saying, "Hi." Then I saw HB9.5 again! She was standing in front of American Apparel, again we made I contact. This time I was going to force myself to stop and I did and she said, "Hello." Again.
I said, "Hi." She was smiling, I was smiling. We were just standing there, looking at other for like 6 seconds, but it felt like forever!
Then she asked, "What's up?"
"Not much." I responded. And then her friends came out of the store and when she turned to face them I left. I left the mall and went home. I still can't understand why the hell I was so afraid. However, I felt like I had made at least some progress. I also wanted to try it again.
Friday night rolls around, I thought about going to the mall again but it was getting late. So I decided to go a place I'm more comfortable at, a club. I got groomed and dressed in some skinny jean with an ordinary brown leather belt. I was wearing a maroon button up dress shirt with extremely thin white stripes and short brown & purple old school converse shoes. I had been to clubs before but with serious AA and this was the first time I was not peacocking. In addition, this was the first time I was going to use the right angle of approach.
I got to the club and it was still a little early. I went into the lounging area and found an empty booth and sat down. After a few minutes the place started to fill up and so I headed out to the dance floor. I am a good dancer, I don't really know any special moves and tonight I realized I don't need any. There were HB7s, HB8s, and a few HB9s. I thought about approaching the HB9s but I was nervous. I turned towards the HB8s but still couldn't push myself to and then thought about the HB7s. I was getting AA. I went to sit down. After a few minutes I got up and went to the dance floor again. I stood there and watched, continuously telling myself, "Go! Go! Go!". Then I had a sudden epiphany! "Screw being picky! Any girl who is angled at an easy approach I'll go for!" I wasn't talking about simply asking for a dance, I was going to force myself to take control because that's what I've been told girls want. And then it began any girl from one o'clock to two o'clock or 10 to 11 was going to be approached. The first girl I saw I took her left into mine, slid my right hand onto the right side of her hip, pulled her in and began dancing. After a few seconds she looked at me, I smiled and we kept dancing. The entire time I led the dance, holding her hips I would control whether we went side to side, up and down, a circular motion or anything else I wanted. To control upper body I hugged her tightly and she would come in, I release and she would create breathing space. My confidence was growing from five magic beans into the bean stalk. I then spun her around so she was facing me, placed my hand around her lower back and pulled her in. After that I lowered my hand to her ass, no not all the way down. Only far enough to where I could feel she was wearing a thong. I pulled her in closer and she really began riding my leg. After a while I switched sides, pushed her away and pulled her back in. During this entire time I was also having a conversation with her. Asking her small questions like, "Do you have a boyfriend?" I was also giving her negs like, "I once met the weird brunette at a club, in a black dress who was all over me." After a song I told her I needed to go find my friend and left to move on to the next girl. As I went looking for anther girl I got rejected twice. My confidence had grown, it didn't affect me.
I approached an almost HB7, I played the same routine then left to find another girl. As I was looking for another girl, I ran into the first girl I had danced with. I didn't really want to dance with her again but she backed up into me and so I danced. I found out she was French and only in the city until the next day. She wasn't hot or anything but she seemed nice and after a while I got tired and I asked her if she wanted to rest. I got drinks, we sat in a booth and talked about this girl in front of us who was alone. I negged her by telling her she should go dance with her. I checked my phone and then French girl asked me if I had FaceBook. We exchanged, and then I helped her find her friend (some French dude).
I then got back out on the dance floor and made eye contact with HB8. I smiled, she smiled, and I went in with my routine. I then saw almost HB7, turned out they where friends. I ran my routine and went to the restroom. I went back to HB8, her friends where there, only a couple of them could pass as 8s. Then French girl found me again and we danced. I introduced HB8 to French dude and they danced. Almost HB7 was standing all alone so I made a sandwich with her and French girl. It was then I realized I had become AMOG. I took turns dancing with HB8's friends, HB8 was also AFOG. One of her friends, HB7.9 said she couldn't dance because she had a BF. I asked, "Where is he at?"
"Oh, he's not here." said HB7.9.
"Ok, so he won't know." I negged. She smiled and agreed to dance. I still had control of the entire dance. I also squeezed her hands and she squeezed back. I cleared the hair from one side of here face and pressed my cheek against hers, then she really began to move into me.
I then made a train consisting of all of HB8's friends who I had danced with. After this I danced with HB8 again. She told me I was cute. We danced, chatted, and danced for the rest of the night. Then it time for them to go I gave them hugs and then with HB8 I pointed to my cheek and said kiss goodbye. And she kissed my cheek. Then walked away, after a minute I realized I should have got her number so moved toward the exit and found her as she was just walking out. I pulled out my phone and said, "Put in your number." She did, the end.
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