FR#12: Gman and the Swedes

Date: 2009-10-21 Wednesday

Place--E and F Trains, Pianos Lounge

Time--04:00

7 Approached

5 Hooked

0 Closed

50 Approaches since joining the Community

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To and from looking at an apartment in Manhattan (I ended up getting it), I did some subway sarging:

Sarge #1: Headphones

Asian girl with headphones completely blows me out after my opening, "Hey, nice notebook."

Sarge #2: MexHB

A Mexican HB6 - nineteen with a husband and a five year old who shares my name. My opening: [Sparrow opens a pack of candy.] "Would you like an M&M?" She accepts, I hook. She tells me her coworker, a cute girl from Pakistan, is looking for a boyfriend. MexHB offers to introduce me. I pretend to take it seriously, and as I leave, she insists I visit her to meet her coworker. I think I will. How's that for an accomplishment intro?

Sarge #3: Filippina

Filippina HB8. She's reading an ancient looking book that her friend lent her. Inspirational stories. She is friendly, but I cannot hook.

Sarge #4: The Swedes

Gman and I meet up for the first time at Pianos. He is well-dressed, well-traveled, and engaging - as far as I can tell, he is a natural. After buying drinks, I notice an HB9 or 10 completely goggling Gman. Gman has a "built-in" peacock which attracts attention like nothing I've ever seen. I don't want to give too much away - seeing as all of us maintain varying degrees of anonymity - so you'll just have to meet him.

I try to point this girl out to Gman, but he's already moving to approach two blonds - 6 and 7. "Hey, you guys look like you're not from around here," he says. Later he admits it was completely bullshit, but he was right - they are Swedish vacationing in NYC to celebrate their birthdays.

We hook like crazy and just stay with the set for hours. We did not intend this, but we felt we could close. I luck out and hit up the HB7. The 6 goes to the bathroom, so I bring Gman into conversation with the 7. Gman is so interesting, though, that the HB7 completely forgets about me! I am not the jealous type, though, and I just love watching the guy work. The 6 returns and has also been ousted from the conversation. I go over to her and strike up conversation. She is a doctor who has not specialized yet, so she ends up telling me extremely disgusting, boner-deflating stories including the particularly ripping tale of a fat, unwashed man, his wife, and his rectal examinations.

The two girls go outside for a smoke and Gman and I discuss strategy. He knows this hookah place not far from Pianos and we decide to bounce the girls, then go for the close. Both of us had been trying to escalate, so we were optimistic, and the 6 had offered to show me where the two girls were staying.

On the way to the hookah bar, we fluff and I relate to the girls my version of how Gman and I met - we ran into each other recently and clicked well, and since had decided to explore NYC together.

Inside the hookah bar, I sit next to the 7, Gman next to the 6. He opens up her body language nicely - she's sitting square to him, her hands in his, staring up into his eyes. He has got her. I, on the other hand, am running into major conversational difficulties and begin to get nothing but closed body language from the 7.

HB7 then heads to the bathroom and HB6 asks about how Gman and I know each other (I guess my story was not very convincing!). Gman says we're old family friends and I almost burst out laughing as HB6 raises her eyebrow at me knowingly. Always get your stories straight with your Wingman! Honestly, the look on HB6's face was worth it!

After sometime, I buckle down and really try to get her fluffing about anything. She starts monologuing about her work (she had been a little vague before), and as I show a lot of interest, her body language completely opens up! I can feel myself just on the cusp of breaking through, but the conversation dies. Perhaps I was not creating enough sexual tension, perhaps I was not slinging innuendos and smut eyes at her, but whatever the reason, when HB7 looks over and sees her friend so enthralled in Gman, I can see disappointment and jealousy in her eyes. Of course, it would be easy to say that she just wanted Gman and was sad to be stuck with me - but I prefer to look to myself as the source of the problem because then I can also be the source of the solution...or some wise, Yoda shit like that.

As we leave the bar, HB6 is absolutely melting over Gman. As he enters his info into his iPhone, HB6 is practically eating Gman's face with her eyes. s I hug her good-bye, I am surprised to see her eyes are glistening with tears as she sneaks a last glance at Gman.

Sarge #5: The Nicaraguan

Construction was going on, the F Train was taking forever, and everyone was generally confused. As I asked for directions, I opened a cute Latina 8. We fluffed for 30 minutes until her train came. I should have number closed, but I haven't been trying for it recently, perhaps because I'm too afraid of extended conversation on a day 2.

Sarge #6: I is Hungy

My train comes and there are young, Japanese, mixed three set chit chatting. The two girls are mad cute, so I sit next to the group. I tap the closest girl's arm and say, "Peko peko des - I am really hungry," but it is the way a toddler says it. Pure magic.

She turns to me, eyes wide, with a gorgeous smile on her face. "Brah-brah-brah, Nihongo, brah-brah?" she asks me excitedly (Get it? Brah instead of blah 'cause she's Japanese! Hehehe...oh, forget it.). I shake my head stupidly. I know maybe 20 words in Japanese, and they're mostly martial arts techniques - not the best for a conversation.

I try to say Mandarin in Japanese..."Chuugo!" She has no idea, so I pull out my notebook and start writing in Chinese to her. She squeals and claps and hooks...then her friends are leaving and tapping her on the shoulder to leave. At least now I have a potential routine for Japanese girls.

Sarge #7: Pick Up Artist meets Makeup Artist

An old Chinese couple come in and I consider opening them for the hell of it. I AA with the "I'm looking for HBs not elderlies" excuse and live to regret it. Soon after, in walks a black woman, HB7 due to some baby fat, but otherwise good looking. If I had only opened the Chinese couple, I would be relaxed and would have had an instant DHV. The HB7 sits across from me.

At this point, I am tired as hell and am falling asleep, not to mention feeling a bit of AA. Five minutes pass and I'm not falling asleep because I'm sneaking looks at the HB7, who is now on headphones. Fuck it, here goes.

I sit next to her and tap her on the knee. "Listen, I'm tired as fuck, but you are just too cute to not talk to." She laughs. "How's that for an opener?"

"Hahaha, it's honest, for sure!"

"You must be coming up from a club looking the way you are."

"Work." We fluff...she says she's been out of school for seven years. I don't believe it - I thought she was 22 or something. And this time, I don't have an excuse - I was wearing my lenses.

"You're way too old for me! I don't think I could date you," I say. I tell her my age.

"Woah, you're 21? Man, it'd almost be illegal the stuff I'd do to you!" she says. I can't believe she just said that.

"Christ, what are you thinking about doing with me? I'm just trying to get to know a girl, and here you are moving so fast!" Damn, I really wish I hadn't negged her. Instead, I should given her a sexual IOI.

We fluff until she tells me her stop is coming soon. I take this as a good sign - she's warning me so I can make a move.

"Really? My stop is coming soon too - at least that depends."

"Depends on what?"

"Depends on whether you're inviting me to your place."

"Wow, I have principles - you are way too young for me," she says.

"Okay, get out of here." I'm hoping she'll ask for my number or go back on what she just said, but she leaves. I should have said something like, "Trust me, you'll forget all about my age after what I do to you tonight."

As the big names in PUA have said, AA never goes away. I definitely feel it still there, strong as ever - only now I feel the swell of anxiety, but it no longer feels suffocating.