mASF post by "TheShangriLa"
posted on: mASF forum: Field Reports Discussion, August 8, 2005The Shangri La's 21 Day Sarge
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Day 11
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I trundle over to Covent Garden to start off the evening. To be honest, I'm
getting tired of opinion openers. I've opened in the region of 110 sets in the
past 11 days and really can't fake genuine enthusiasm for the opinions anymore.
I'm sure this shows and that is why I had so few number closes. It's too
contrived. Almost all my good number closes seemed completely natural, like I
just happened to be there at that particular time and asked this particular
thing like it was a coincidence and nothing was premeditated.
I # closed a chick in Soho this evening in less than 2 minutes by coming off as
natural. I took my phone out and pretended like I was reading a text message. I
turned around to this chick who was walking behind me and asked her my standard
opinion opener, grounding it with the fact that I'd been debating it with my
friend all day and I was on my way to meet him right now blah blah. She asked
me the way to some bar and we joked around a bit. I still had my phone in my
hand, so I handed it to her and said "Look, put your phone number in there...
you seem like you might be fun". She just smiled and put her number in and
tells me her name again. She told me she was a masseuse and I joked how she was
going to be my new best friend because my back was really stiff. We parted
after that, both smiling.
I want to develop a more natural form of game, so I try the ultimate natural
opener - "Hi". It's weird, but I find I have huge resistance to saying "Hi" to
complete strangers on the street. I internally say to myself "Hey dude, just
say hi to some girls and see what sort of reaction you get", but when I see a
girl I want to say hi to, I clam up. I know I could have opened them with an
opinion opener, but saying "Hi" is a lot more difficult. This is strange.
Anyway, I ring up the chick I made out with last night to see if she wants to
go for a drink. She's leaving to go back to the US tomorrow, so I'm hoping she
might want a little holiday sex before she leaves. I have to admit - I'm lame
on the phone, not controlling the frame at all. She says she's having dinner
with her sister and she'll call later when they are coming in to Central
London.
About an hour later she texts me "Hey , we just finished dinner and still have
a lot of sister stuff to talk about. Sorry we won't get to make out later -
great meeting you - good luck!".
She has of course completely misinterpreted the reason I wanted to see her. So
I set her straight (N.B. she training to be a lawyer) "Make out? I wanted to
talk about torts! Nice to meet you and have a safe journey home". It's always
about her wanting me. And to be honest, making out with random chicks is
getting kinda boring. The next part.
I go into some music store. I saunter up to some chick. I say "Hi. What music
are you looking for?" or something similar. We fluff talk. I ask her where she
is from. She says Tahiti. Suddenly I'm thinking about The Shangri La sitting on
a sunny beach surrounded by girls in grass skirts bringing him drinks in half
coconut shells and fanning him with giant leaves... I pop out of that bubble
and back into the rock section of HMV. I ask her what she likes the most about
London. She says something about bridges. Somewhere she mentioned she likes
walking. I tell her that there is a bridge near Embankment station where you
can see the houses of parliament and how amazing it looks at night. She doesn't
know the station. I take a chance and say "Look, we could walk there now". She
says okay.
So I walk her over the bridge and she takes a photo or two. I walk her all the
way along the Southbank, offering my faux knowledge of the area. About 3/4 ways
across the millennium bridge, I just stop. She stops. I lean down and kiss her.
She is receptive, but a) shaking like a leaf, b) is an amateur kisser. We pass
a little crime scene - an undercover police officer wearing plastic gloves is
counting a HUGE wad of cash in the front seat of a car, while two other regular
officers are standing on either side of some handcuffed stooge.
I walk her all the way back to Leicester Square and stop her for further
kissing at points along the way. When we get there I suggest we go for a drink,
even though it's almost 1.45am. She says yes. Then she says she can't, because
she hasn't got much money. I tell her I have a bottle of wine back at my place.
She says maybe another time. I'm tired and getting bored and just feel like
walking away without saying anything. I ask has she a phone. She says no. She
suggests she has email. I dig out a piece of paper from my pocket and a pen.
The piece of paper has an email address on it already, which she sees. I fold
the paper over the other way so it's blank and leave her to write her email
address on it. As this is happening, I see a lone wolf pass by... some guy
tries to game her and she tells him to leave her alone. He walks along side her
and persists. Some black dude looks at him and tells him to fuck off and leave
her alone. Wisely, he does. He looks like a chode trying to pick up drunk
girls.
I take her email. I kiss her again, say "it was nice to meet you" and walk off
without giving any indication of when, if ever, I would email her.
The Shangri La
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