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Thursday evening as I’m writing this. It’s been an interesting week, daygamewise.
On Monday I went out again. Still feeling the weight of all the daygame I did last week, I gave myself permission to go “just for a stroll” once again.
After one really crappy approach, I went to the Senate Square and tried to take a selfie with the ominous sky. That didn’t go very well… but on the very top of the cathedral stairs, I caught a glimpse of some smooth, fair skin and blood red lipstick. I went up the stairs and pretended to take a selfie with the square while inching closer to get a more accurate assessment of her attractivity. She looked good.
I went up, said she looked really nice and introduced myself. She was Vietnamese. Instantly after my approach she seemed a bit startled, though it turned out she had been observing me taking selfies. We hit it off quickly and shared a weird sense of humor. I was flirting like a motherfucker with this girl, and she liked it. This part of my brain often turns on with foreign girls, but very rarely with Finnish women. I’ve watched a lot of pickup videos, which are all in English 😀
We got up and walked around the seaside for about an hour. We got along well, but I made a mistake at the end. I asked her if she wanted to come over and watch a horror movie. We had talked about horror movies earlier, so it was relevant… but very inappropriate. Taking a girl home on the same day is definitely possible (I’ve heard from the big boys), but this was not the right situation for that.
I managed to revive the atmosphere somehow, we walked for another ten minutes, and exchanged numbers. It was all quite flirty and warm, but I had a bad feeling about it.
On Tuesday and Wednesday I texted her and a couple of other girls. A really hot young blonde I approached on Saturday agreed to go for a drink… and then cancelled. Another blond I just bluntly asked out without warming her up first. That scared her. Then I texted the Vietnamese girl. She hadn’t saved my number, she didn’t get my joke, she didn’t remember a thing I referred to… the texting went dry and I didn’t ask her out.
Today I went out again. The messy texting had left a bad taste in my mouth, but after not going out for two days I felt energized. After allowing myself to “just go for a stroll” for many sessions now, this time I decided I will not go home before I have approached ten women.
The first five or six approaches I was tense and pessimistic. I missed a great opportunity to tease, and beat myself up for that. But I just kept going; got to get in those ten. That’s the variable I can affect. After six or so I relaxed. I stopped with all the ridiculous explaining, just let my eyelids drop a little and said: “Hey. You look good, so I came to say hi.” I still didn’t have anything clever to say, but I allowed myself to babble on about small things.
I ended approaching 13 women and collecting five phone numbers. I’m not very good yet at assessing their solidity (meaning, is she interested enough to actually come out and meet). Maybe they are all going to disappear. But the interactions lacked a feeling of forcedness and trying. So we’ll see.
A funny thing happened. Something I’ve been a little concerned about… one girl said I’d approached her before. I almost remembered.
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