August 7

Haven’t done much approaching in a while. It feels good to be back in the field.

We went to the local dive bars. There were only couples except for two fat chicks, so I opened them with Nomad. Sausage fest. They have no sense of humor. I try to find out about the girl, chatting about nonsense. Nomad switches girls with me. The other girl is even more boring. Okay, let’s try some routines. Shedding cat. Nomad did it already, damn it, haha. Conversation dries up. Nomad and I leave.

I see two cute girls at the bar getting drinks. I feel anxiety but I keep walking toward them. Horse girl. The girl interrupts me to take up a booth. I continue horse girl and finish it at the booth. I touch her shoulder but she pulls away slightly so I stop for a bit. Her friend sits in the booth opposite us and Drew wings me. Smart tests, cold read that she’s not from around here (wrong), drink story. Conversation dies. I was nervous and it showed in the way I spoke quickly and in my body language. We leave.

We go outside. I see three girls standing around. Horse girl, they love it, she forgives me. We’re having fun and chatting but suddenly they leave to go into a bar. I probably should have followed them, or something, but at the time we chatted too little for me to stop them. Also I didn’t think this would be the highlight of my night.

We go to a college bar. I see two girls near the bar. Horse girl. Halfway though she turns around and tells some big guy something. He pushes me and tells me to leave, she doesn’t want to talk to me. I stand my ground, saying I like where I am. He tells me fine, but don’t talk to her. Alright, I talk to Drew and Dylan instead. We leave the place.

Once outside I spot Jake and Gabriel. We go to another bar. Big mixed seated groups. I finally see two girls standing by themselves. Horse girl. The target interrupts me several times with shit tests. I don’t deal with them well, but I keep going. The target tells me to leave, but I like where I’m at. She tells me it’s her birthday and that she’ll have me thrown out. I switch gears and wish her a happy birthday, then respect her wishes and leave. Weak frame control was the main problem here.

I’m tired and don’t approach anyone for the rest of the night. It felt good to be out in the field again. A lot of stuff I’m still rusty with, but I’m getting over it. Frame control is definitely one of those things that needs better work.