FR#21: Ghost Town Sundays

Date: 2009-11-01 Sunday

Place--Houston & Broadway

Time--04:00

12 Approached

5 Hooked

1 #Closed

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Wow, it has been a busy week and a half. Here it is:

After yesterday, I do not feel like sarging at all...again. I procrastinate by hanging in the mPUAForum chat room. Finally, I announce to everyone I'm leaving to sarge - social pressure and all that - so now I have to go.

On the platform for the E/F train, I see an Asian family. Two of the women are ridiculously hot. They single-handedly (double-handedly?) redefine my rating scale. They aren't the hottest ever, but definitely 9s. One of these girls is a 9.5, but sort of timid. The other, maybe less hot, is playing with two kids and seems super confident - which just about makes her a 10.

On the platform to the 6, I sit next to a blond 7.5 and ask if this is the downtown platform. "You have a pretty accent. Where are you from?"

"Germany." We fluff, and ass we do she pulls up her knees onto the seat. After a moment, I mirror her (NLP stuff). We chat for several minutes, then get on the subway together. She is pretty awesome - a journalist who hardly makes any money, which is somehow sexy. I forget to sex up my eye contact, but we hit it off until...her stop suddenly comes. No number close!

I leave the subway and the streets are dead. I see a black girl 8 with a funny cap at the ATM. I decide not to sarge a girl while she's withdrawing large sums of money. Lucky for me, she finishes up quickly and we're walking down the same sidewalk. I slow down and tell her, "That's a funny hat you've got." She's an actress from England with a man's name. I accidentally neg her about that, but whatever. We talk for a while and suddenly she says, "I'm going this way," which was my cue to say, "You're cool, let's catch up over coffee sometime." Instead, I said good-bye.

I walk up to St Marks Pl, then to Union Sq Park. Hardly anyone is on the streets. I just get back on the subway. There's a three set - two girls, one guy. Both girls have dyed hair, but one has it particularly crazy. "They still have Halloween parties on Sunday?" She glares at me. I wasn't being sarcastic either. We fluff, but she isn't the hottest girl and can't handle the teasing. I still need calibration. No hook.

Switch trains and a black lady sits next to me. I'm going through Chinese note cards and come across a question. I turn to her. "Do you know Chinese?" She is confused. "Lots of black girls are learning Chinese these days. What's up with that?" She hooks. She's 22 with a seven year old. I can tell she needs some excitement in her life.

Her mom calls and I am not riding the subway anywhere in particular, so I decide to get off. I pull out a pen, point to my arm, close.

On the opposite platform, I approach the first cute girl I see. "Can you read me this number. She wrote it freaking upside-down." After her, I sarge some more - all no hooks.

I walk toward Lincoln Sq Rooftop Lounge, see people gathered outside of a doorway with green-lit escalators leading up. Upstairs is a club that's pretty dead. I open a gorgeous, tall, black woman inside who is polite, but unresponsive. I walk over and chat up the bartender for a long while and we get good rapport.

I then head over to the Lincoln Sq Rooftop Lounge, but it is closed on Sundays apparently. Time to hit the subway.

A Japanese girl on the subway platform smiles dreamily into the distance. "What's that smile about?" Jazz performance. I accuse her of being Korean and she leaves.

In the subway, a couple sits across from me - both black. On the far side is a blond woman keeps glaring at the couple. I make eye contact with her and she erupts and yells something unintelligibly in a British accent. Eventually, I go over and sit by her and ask her what the hell is going on. She tells me that some pimps go around saying other girls are their prostitutes for free advertising. She apparently had been singled out? Her stop comes quickly and she poofs.

As I walk over to my old position, I notice this Eastern European-looking guy who is giving me DDBL. Whatever, I'll open a guy. We start chatting and hit it off really well, but I'm hoping to hell he doesn't kino. I tell him that I'm leaving in two stops - I'm curious to see if he has the balls to number close me. He doesn't.

Finally, I'm home. Yay.