Day 107/360: Day Game with Promoter

Saw a girl sitting on a window ledge. Horse girl. Rapport seeking questions. Conversation gets boring. Eject.

Saw a girl with three friends following her. “Do you like horses?” Yes. “Okay, check this out…” She turns around and leaves. I think this was because I sounded very rehearsed.

The promoter points out three girls standing around. “Do you know this girl?” Horse girl. She says she’s the horse girl. I go for the hug — she slaps my hand to give me a high five instead. I ask her for her name. She says the weird horse girl. She’s not complying. I’m about to eject but the promoter joins and tries to wing me. The girls leave.

I see a cute blonde looking at candy. Horse girl, we hug. She says she’s from England so we talk about that and traveling. Her friends are leaving and she has to go, so I go for her number. She says her boyfriend wouldn’t fancy her giving her number out. I let her go.

I see a blonde standing by herself. Horse girl. As I’m telling the story she points to her phone, says she has to meet her friend, and walks away.

I see a brunette standing by herself. Horse girl, smart tests. She asks if there are hidden cameras, a sure sign of over-gaming. I cold read that she’s a teacher, but she’s a script supervisor. We talk about her work, traveling in Europe, et cetera. She sees Driver’s reflection as he’s waiting for me and asks if that’s my friend. I say no, that’s my right hand man. She asks if he’s my wingman, I say no, he fetches coffee for me. I share a story of how I trick my friends into doing absurd things, such as getting a refund on ice cream after licking it. Then I try to convince her to get a refund on her hot chocolate, which amused her. She had to go. She was only in town until Saturday so she said she has no phone number. I got her e-mail.

That last approach made me feel comfortable just being myself, sharing my quirky stories and getting laughs out of them. I also felt rust shaking off from cold approaching. I feel that I need to do more solo game. When I’m with the other guys, I tend to hang out with the guys and have approach anxiety, rather than forcing myself to open because there is no alternative. It’s not their fault and it’s not my fault, it’s just the way things wind up happening.