I'm doing these logs on Evernote which is a really solid note taking app if you haven't tried it. So, if my posts get repetitive or disjointed, it's because I log as I go. That and I hate proofreading so you get what you get.
Tuesday:
I really don't feel it, but I have to try. Between turning 40 this week, losing contact with a girl that had no business being my oneitis, getting rejected hard on my first # attempt, starting a 5x5 routine and beginning a half marathon training plan I feel low. I've got to battle through though.
I decided to change things up and go to Starbucks. I walk in and there's only one attractive girl but she seems to be involved with a guy. I get in line and a HB6 gets in behind me. She's eyeing the pastries so I say, they all look really good. She points to the little vanilla things and says she likes those. If she liked them a little less she'd be a solid HB7.5. She has a really cute face. By now it's my turn to order and I don't continue this. I guess I could have practiced. Getting a number, but oh well.
A rather thick HB5 came in later and was definitely giving me the eye. She had big mammaries but was a little too thick for me. Still she gave me a stiffy and for whatever reason I felt like I could have taken her home right then. Didn't pull the trigger, but maybe that got my mojo back. We'll see.
Before leaving Starbucks a cute black girl came in that was a solid HB7. Great body, but I don't normally go for black girls. I seriously considered approaching but I got freaked out that she might have graduated recently from the school I teach at. That's always in the back of my mind and keeps me from approaching anyone that's not clearly 25+. I could have asked her if she had graduated from the school, if she says no or anything that might have been a green light. Oh well. Starbucks seems to have a pretty good vibe. I can go in and read for a while which is much more productive than sitting at home watching TV. It's cheaper than a bar, and it seems to have a steady stream of decent quality women for the suburbs. I'm going to try and make a point of going through a SB rotation so that I'm not at the same one all the time.
The funny thing is that after helping out one of the teams at school I was at a stop light trying to decide between going straight or turning right. I turned right to try Starbucks figuring if the lot was empty I'd go home and have the nap I was craving. Glad I turned right.
I had to run to Wally World after the cafe and while I was there ran into a couple of girls that were pretty attractive but I didn't talk to for the age reason I've already written about.
I was in the cosmetics area looking for grooming stuff that I read about in The Attraction Formula (someone in the contest suggested this book and I'm enjoying it) when a HB5.5 shopper turned the corner. I figured if nothing else it was a chance to practice my approach even though I couldn't count it. I asked her where the tweezers were and she took me to the aisle. She told me that such and such brand was the best as she walked off. I asked her why that was the case even though she clearly was leaving. She said that the others don't get the job done and she always has to come back for the other brand. Good practice if nothing else.
One more stop at the real grocery store hoping for some HB action. It was pretty dead, but as I made my rounds I ran into a solid HB8. I asked her how she was doing and she said fine thanks in a nice way even though it was clear she was in a hurry. That's the thing about the grocery stores, all the HB7+ girls seem to be in a hurry. I feel like I have to chase them down to talk to them. I need to be more assertive when I talk to them. That's something Janka talks about in that book. Interjecting even if it feels akward. I need to get better at that. Still, I feel like it's good for me to slow down and not leave when a place appears dead. So, where's the line?
If I end up counting this as an approach it's because I screwed up again this week. As I write this I'm not counting it even though it's a girl I'd never have talked too three months ago. I'd have just followed her around from about 10 feet away.
Wednesday:
HB7 at dance class. During the break I asked her to dance. She accepted so off we go. I'm learning country western dance, so during the dance I don't talk much because at this point it messes up my count. When the song is over we leave the floor and another song starts up and she's standing next to me still so I ask her to dance again. She's quiet but when we finish the song she checks her phone and comes back over to me. I'm making it a point of not hovering over her and as she's one of the more attractive girls in class tonight I'm feeling good. I ask her about her work and we chat about that a little just as her "boyfriend" comes in for the rest of class and wedges in between us. Oh well, HB1/5 #0/1
On the way out I see a leggy redhead leaving in front of me. I ask her what level she's taking and she says 3 and asks me. Body was a 8 and face was a 6. I'll average that out to a HB7. HB2/5 #0/1
Seriously guys, look into the dance classes.
Thursday:
Stopped at Starbucks again. An HB8 breezes in and gets her stuff. I'm thinking I need to approach this girl but I can't. I'm seated, she's in line and there's only one other person in here with three workers. It seems awkward. I need to fight through that. She leaves and I think, I should have playfully told her to slow down. Might have worked, might not. I'm keeping a separate journal of encounters that prove difficult with responses so that maybe I'll be ready next time.
I'm at my favorite bar considering going to a county dance club solo. I'd like to practice my two step but I'm nervous about it. Then it occurs to me, tomorrow who will give a f*** if I went or not? Me. I'd rather go tonight and crash and burn than regret a other day inside myself.
So I drove to this huge country bar and had my plan of action set. And the place is empty. Oh well.
Friday:
It's my 40th and I'm determined not to live the next 40 years (God willing) as an AFC.
I went to the mall to get some jeans and see what the action is like. There's a ton of people, but mostly teenagers and adult HBs with mom in tow. Seriously? Can't you leave mom at home? I did see one cute HB7.5 quickly (what else is new?) going the other way, so I changed course and hustled to try and get to her without running. By the time I catch up she's at the Apple store and talking with a guy about the new iphone 5.
Later a cute HB7 MILF with a ring on makes eye contact with me and we smile. I'd pursue, but the wedding band is a no go.
I have to help one of the athletic teams tonight then I'm going to try the country dance scene again.
So I went to the country bar. I think I made a few mistakes. I waited too long to ask a girl to dance and being solo I think that hurt. I also asked a HB8 who was with her friend.
Me: you want to dance? (say 'let's dance' next time).
Her: I would but I'm getting ready to take a shot.
Me smiling and thinking of what to say.
Me: you can get the shot later.
HBfriend: we have to take shots together.
Me giving a what the duck look.
HB: I'll come find you later.
I jetted. HB3/5 #0/1
I tried to salvage the night by going to a couple of my favorite bars. At the first there was a bunch of younger people that were having a blast but I was still pissed. Got a few looks from fatties. One HB7 yelled across the room that she new me from Bdubs. She must be a waitress there. I don't proceed.
At the second bar a HB7.5 immediately comes up to me to chat. She knew me because she used to work at the bar I just left. We talk a little bit and before I know it another HB7.5 comes over. The same player's mom that scared me out of the same bar six days ago. We chat until last call and she continues to look better and better. Still, I can't cross this bridge. Her son is still in our program and it could be professional suicide. At least I got an ego boost at the end of the night.
I need to get that damn number.
Saturday:
I'll try again today, but I'm having a pity party right now.
Went to volunteer at the dog shelter then run. My pace was super slow today. When I finished I thought of a response to that girl who turned me down last night:
Me: Lets dance.
HB8: I'm getting a shot.
Me: Then give me your number.
HB8: What? I don't give my number out.
Me: Then lets dance. It's one or the other.
What do you guys think?
I went back to the scene of the rejection and ran into a coaching buddy. I danced with some girls and had a great time. ,
I headed to the same bar I finished at last night and the girl that was making googly eyes at me is there HB7. She seems to be ignoring me so I go over and introduce myself. It's awkward, and she introduces a guy that's hovering over her.
HB4/5 #0/1
Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
I got a number!!!! HB7 sitting at the end of one of my favorite bars. I go over and start a drunken conversation. Long story short I get the number. I'm drunk as i write this, but at least I have another week.
HB5/5 #1/1
I'll try to give details in a later post if you want. For now...bed