FR#16: PUA Powwow

Title: Three Sets - When Three is One and Two is None; Freaking Out Blue-Haired Girls; Angry Black Chicks

Date: 2009-10-26 Monday

Place--Subway, Queens Mall, Meatpacking District, Lower East Side, Times Square

Time--04:00

6 Approached

2 Hooked

0 Closed

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I can open singles on the subway. However, it is subway two and three sets scare me. This is the beginning of the cure:

I saw two HB10s on the train. They were both Asian and they were both singles. I AAed and then noticed a three set of Chinese 8s. Compared to the 10s, no problem. Plus, they looked Thai, so...I switch seats.

"Ni hao! You guys are from China right?" Fluff. "You know, she looks Thai. You guys are from Southern China, right?"

"OMG, she's from Jiangsu, I'm from Nanjing." Wow, I can't believe I guessed right. The closest one tries to speak some English with me, but she messes up a lot - I hope I'm making her nervous (in a good way of course).

There's Red, Round, and the Interceptor (I'm screwing with their Chinese names here). I can see and easily flirt with Red and Round from my seat, but the Interceptor is hidden from view in the corner.

Red asks me where I am getting off. She gets excited when I tell her we're getting off at the same place. One stop before, the Interceptor grabs her friends hands and says, "We can get off here."

Lesson learned: Sarge all three or lose all three. Never ignore any girls in the set.

Krishna and I meet up at the Queens Mall to chat. Later, he shows me a cheap place to buy nice shoes so I don't get barred from lounges. He also showed me H&M so I can stop being such an ignoramus, especially in front of cute Philippinas.

We then head over to 14th and 9th Ave where we meet Whisp and MasterP. These three guys - including Krishna - all have great game. I am thankful to be surrounded by so much experience.

We run around the Meat Packing District and we can't find any places, and are rejected from one when the bouncer sees I'm wearing a T-shirt. Whisp then number closes a gorgeous black woman who turns out to be a compatriot.

We grab a taxi and try the Pianos area. In Pianos, I try to approach a girl, but as I reach to tap her on the elbow, I chicken out. She sees my move and...wow, it's totally embarrassing. As I approach the stairs to look for Whisp, I see him opening the same girl! AA sucks. Personally, I think it's performance anxiety in front of all these experienced dudes.

We bounce and most places are empty, but we hear of a place called the Fat Hippo. On the way, we ask for directions to this bar, and one set includes a girl with blue hair. As Whisp and MasterP talk with them, I feel like this blue-haired chick is familiar. "Hey, I think I've seen you somewhere before." The blue-haired girl runs away. Apparently that's a really shitty pick up line, especially when delivered as masterfully as I did.

We enter the Fat Hippo and Krishna blows open a set. He stays in there for about 15 minutes while MasterP, Whisp, and I wait around the corner.

After Krishna comes out, we go back to Pianos. I AA while Krishna and MasterP open a couple sets. MasterP tries to signal us to wing him, but we don't notice. Oops.

We chill downstairs and the guys give me a pep talk on various principles. They then push me to open an adjacent set of guys. I do it very nervously.

We bounce to Macdougal for Indian fast food, then call it a night.

As Krishna and I are in the subway, when I start thinking about ice cream. The thought fills me with energy (I'm four years old at heart) and seeing as I had hardly sarged all night, I decide to spend the energy sarging at Times Square.

I get off the F Train early, but Times Square is empty. I head over to a restaurant where I used to work, expecting to see an old coworker. Instead, someone else is at the cashier. I must have a strange look of nostalgia on my face because as I walk in, the cashier gives eyes me as if I'm grinning. "What," she says at first. "Er, uh, can I help you?" I'm still far away at this point and although she's a 7, I suddenly feel like taking her somewhere private and screwing her brains out. And she can see it in my eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" I say through a grin. We banter back and forth and she's being extremely suggestive with me. I can tell her Buying Temperature is rocketing because she starts returning my Smut Eyes. I buy a slice of Cheese Cake. (Fuck it - I give up. I'm Vegetarian. Veganism is but a hobby now.) The girl refuses, however, to even give me the slice while I flirt with her - I know she wants me.

She holds onto the slice for five minutes and throws shit tests at me, trying to make me grab at the cake she's holding just out of reach. Damn, I could be having sex right now if only I hadn't lost my head. I should have continued the conversation, while keeping up the innuendos and sexual looks, but I couldn't help it. I tell her I want her (I can't believe I'm being so sexual) and she backs off.

Maybe I'll go back after two weeks and try again.

On the way home, I see this black 8 on the platform. She looks tired, and we share some EC. I sit next to her on the subway and she simply turns to me, glares, and says, "Don't sit so close."

"Okay." I think my EC came off as sketchy. Then again, maybe she was having a terrible day. Still, as I sat next to her (not too close, mind you), I thought how nice it would be to have a response for her attitude - a way of diffusing her anger, opening her up, and making her feel a little better or even giving her some empathy.

This is what I came up with as a possible response and follow up conversation:

Sparrow: Peace, man. Peace.

HB: I don't want peace with you. Get the fuck away.

Sparrow: Well, I want peace with you. I certainly don't want war - if you went Kung Fu on me, those nails of yours would fucking rip me a new one. Listen, it seems like you're having a rough night. I just saw a beautiful girl and wanted to say hi. I'll leave it at that.

Something to that effect. I'd like to leave her with a compliment when she's having a bad day even if she never speaks to me again. If PUAs can make people feel good about themselves, then PUAs should do just that. Spread the happiness, right? And don't worry - you won't be branded a Socialist for it.