Diary of a Seducer: Macallik's Approach Journal

[macallik]

thanks snowdog. I remember that I really liked the first couple pages of your journal. It was like a play by play of you getting more confident and having successes and people looking up to you in work and your confidence pouring into all the other arenas in your life. It was like a tv series, lol. I know you alluded to something happening to you earlier in life so things get derailed sometimes but keep the reports coming.



As for Week 3 I gave it a couple weeks break, but now I'm gun-shy. It feels like going into cold water. If I just jump head first it'll be over quick but I keep waiting for something to ease my transistion. I'll report back when i am chin deep in the water

 

[rushing dude 123]

Hey macallik bootcamp starting again on friday give it a go.

 

[macallik]

Hey what up RD. I saw in your journal you are focused on the boxing. When I was younger I hit the gyms 3x a week but no fights, just sparring and training. It's a good way to learn to defend yourself and discipline but as a career, I dunno man. To each his own I guess.

Thanks for the advice but to me no point in going back to Hi's and conversations with strangers, I consistently do those two in my everyday routine now. Im gonna just keep pushing at Week 3 til I bust this b!tch open.



Now for your regular scheduled Macallik update...
I got a new job today. Macallik is no longer unemployed adolescent, constantly playing (and losing) online PS3 sports games in the 4th quarter on 4th an long or the 90th minute thanks to a fluke goal by Fernando Torres. No more of that, he is too good for that life now that he is a
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lowly assistant at a restaurant!!!!
Lol, jokes aside, this isn't my dream job but I'm actually pretty fired up about a job in the heart of the city that also asks me to be sociable. I'm gonna be the lackey but that's what I was at my landscaping job so no problem there. Also, they are hella busy so i will likely be promoted to a higher position in a short period of time.


Edit
First day at the restaurant was crazy. Baptism by fire is the best way to describe it. It is a swanky upscale restaurant that is about a month old so it is a hot spot even in today's current economy. We were booked for the entire night and turned away tons of walk in customers.

When I arrived it, was set up time and one of the waitresses was ordered to show me around. She gave me a tour like: this is the dishwasher, this is the kitchen, blah blah. I have noooo idea what I'm doing and after like 5 minutes she is like "okay I have stuff to do" and left. I was wandering aimlessly but then I was like fvck it, can't get fired my 1st day so I started talking to the bartenders and other staff.

By the nights end I was strolling the restaurant waiter style, making eye contact with the guests to see if they need anything. I'm an assistant server which means I do everything a regular server does except take the initial order and I don't cash in on the tips like they do. I also did like 4hrs of bar porter stuff as well. Worked 10 hrs my first day and didn't leave the joint until 2:30 am. That is gonna put a cramp in my going out so I might have to talk to management about that because I aint trying to work til 2:30 every night

 

[Halloween]

Awesome

Hey macallik, just writing to let you know I've been following your diary enthusiastically. Love how you infuse wit & humor into your posts, makes them a lot of fun to read. You seem like a really smart guy with a lot of potential!

 

[macallik]

It would be too hard to convince people that I didn't create a new account to brag about how great I am so I won't even try. Thanks for the kind words Halloween. I mean... it's the truth and all, but I never get tired of hearing it, lol. I'm a literary attention whQre.



Work has been decent. I'm scheduled to work late most Fridays I'm guessing so that is gonna suck. When I realized I wasn't leaving until closing time I felt like sh!t and was real b!tchy to everyone. It's hard working when everyone else is playing, and the crowd that comes to my job is older but mostly just not my type. If I am waiting tables I can get off early but if not, it's a long night. Waiting tables is ridiculously easy and laidback compared to bar-porting.

As for the women I work with. Hmmmmm. They are all friendly, and I've talked to 3-4 of them (convo's towards my BC maybe, lol) but they are waitresses. To me, waitresses are like one rung above strippers. Their attitudes are all about convincing you to give them money and it is so fake it's a turn off to be around constantly. They all have this superficial persona they put on to deal with customers and at times, me. There is one girl that I think is cute and fvckable but her egotistical attitude is making me hesitant about engaging her. I'll talk to her soon and see what is what though

 

[snowdog]

There is nothing wrong with waitresses in my book. I don't know if that's different in the US, but here they're mostly college students. It pays really good, and the hours are good for the college life.

 

[macallik]

^^^Perhaps I am guilty of overgeneralizing there. I had recently seen an episode of South Park where Butters is led to believe that he is in a relationship with one of the girls @ Hooters because they are friendly when they think they can get money from you. Hilarious episode. Butters rejects the invitation to be emo, saying "I'd rather be a crying ***** than some faggy Goth kid"... quote of the episode haha.

But anyways back to waitresses. The thing that gets me about strippers/waitresses/celebrities is the inductive reasoning that goes with them:

Lots of men hit on x type of women
Therefore:
These women must be high quality

Which in my experience is often the polar opposite to reality. The girls that get treated like they are perfect are often farthest from it because self improvement to them is fixing something that isn't broke


To everyone wondering why does it take so long for updates and what the fvck is going on with the bootcamp dude...
I haven't quit. I have done a handful more approaches, a couple went bad but overall it feels good putting bricks in my palace. I'm gonna keep on trucking with the bootcamp in the background, but I'm going back to my old format.

Peace for now folks

 

[Solomon]

Keep going kid, I'm watching this thread like a hawk lol

It's good to see you back on your ****

Oh I wanted to drop to you how i managed to escalate in terms of that 3 some close

It was a four set, I went in with high energy, I recogized the CB instantly (she was the shortest chick in the set lol)I focused on her, had her smiling, but I didn't forget about my target(didn't focus on her until I got the CB out the way actually). I then went for the picture thing as escalation. thank God I had my wing there. He came out of nowhere, like literally at the right friggin timing (dude with the kitty kat chains)

Girls: Oh my gosh he is so hot
Solo: hey P get in there take a pic with these ladies, they love you man!!

My target is about to go take a picture with my wing and her friends, but, I grab her hand and say "where you going? you gonna take a picture with me"
I take the picture of P and the chick, then end up KClose my target as P takes the picture

I then #close, build rapport on and off the rest of the night, the rest is history, this would not have worked if P wasn't there for the wing/social proof, the chicks dug him, but P was of in his own reality (and drunk)

lol

peace

 

[macallik]

^^^good stuff man. I want a threesome one of these days but for now I gotta focus on gettting some 2somes going :\


It is the Christmas break so the town is bustling again with familiar faces back from college. After knocking off of work, I decide to hit the club solo. Upon entering the club, I realize it is going to be one of those nights. Not too many options on the dancefloor and there are more balls in the room than a batting cage. I post up on the dancefloor macallik style (read: I stand on the dancefloor randomly) and some piss drunk English dude starts chatting with me and starts trying to put me on women, none of whom I'm interested in. I'm not really feeling on top of my game, but regardless, I wasn't feeling the girls he was trying to introduce me to. He tells me I'm afraid of women and asks me if I've had pvssy before to which I felt like reply "have you been following my lack of recent pvssy via my SS journal or is that just a lucky guess?"

Anyways, this dude apparently has never heard of personal boundaries because he is all over me. I don't know if it is dry British humour or what but the dude patted me on the ass a couple times and, here's the worst part... he lightly, ON PURPOSE, knocked my d!ck with his fist a couple times. The funny/fvcked up thing about this was that a REAL homo was standing next to us, witnessed the whole thing. This homo's face lit up and he was like "Yea, lets dance!!!" and starts busting that ever-so-gay dance move like the dude in Jackass, Partyboy. You know, the dude who dances in booty shorts or in his underwear in public. I kid you not, the fudgepacker came towards me in that manner. I didn't know if I wanted to laugh or cry. I settled with "Yo dude get the fvck away from me. it's not that kind of party." To which the midget homosexual obliged

After that I was like enough is enough to the british guy. He didn't look like a fag, he just looked like he watched a football game at the bar and drunk one too many Carlsbergs. He was the only person on the dancefloor even attempting to get with women but regardless, I called him out on his homosexual tendencies and he said he was just taking the piss or some cliched phrase that English people say but he eased up on the 'taking the piss' sh!t.

Anyways, he still giving me sh!t about not approaching women, and I tell him don't worry I will in a sec. What he doesn't know is that I saw Akilah (the girl I got some dome from in the nature reserve) and as she walks by I grab her. She sees me, lights up and gives me this biiiiig hug. We shoot the sh!t for a couple minutes, goes to the bar and gets me a beer and then we part ways. The English dude was taken aback to say the least. He had balls but he was gettin rejected left and right and then I go up to a 'random' chick and she is all over me. I filled him in that I knew her and he was a little less surprised but still looked perplexed.

Fastforward to about 1:40am. I've tried to dance with a couple girls and they all rejected me. I talked to one chick that rejected me earlier but was just looking for social proof anyways so I chat with her a bit before things fizzle out. Things are going slow for the night, and I'm drunk at this point so I start gunning for Akilah. I don't really like her personality and I tried to # close her best friend when she wasn't around one day, but fvck it, last call is just around the corner so might as well bite the bullet. All the dudes hitting on her are lames so I get in relatively easy and get another dance with her, chat a bit and then eject.

Fastforwards some moooooore to the end of the night, like 3:00 ish. Akilah is outside the club with her fat friend, too drunk to drive home so they are chilling til they sober up. The fat friend is trying to get some late nite loving from some dude and so I am thinking I can slide with Akilah and get some action so I keep them company. However after at least 30-45 minutes of chillin with these girls on the street outside the dormant club, the fat friend's booty call unsurprisingly doesn't show up and so they decide they are sober enough to drive home. I call it a night and exit stage left.

I've been going out more recently thanks to the new job but I haven't been approaching nearly as much as I should be. I like to get a little eye contact here or a little not so subtle bumping into my there before approaching and lately it has been non-existent. I think I'm as cute looking as ever so maybe there are too many faulty women I keep bumping into? Lol. With that said I gotta approach cold more I guess.

 

[macallik]

2009 and beyond

^^^After that post I watched tons of clips of people doing Partyboy on youtube and laughed my ass off. The simple things in life I tell ya...



So it's officially 2009. Whoop di doo. I don't like where I am in life. Not metaphorically, but in the literal, geographical sense of the phrase…. I could have just said that but I felt like using that idiom and it felt witty at first but now that it is out on the screen it looks kinda meh but now I can’t be bothered to change it. So what was I saying? Oh yeah. I hate.. well let me rephrase that, sometimes I dislike with a great passion where I live, primarily due to the social dynamics.

The small town atmosphere doesn't give me the anonymity or the options that I want at this stage in my life. When I am older and have sown my wild oats I will likely come to enjoy this kind of atmosphere but for now it is a constant contrast to what can be in a bigger better city. I wanna get lost in the crowd, meet a girl and not have to worry about bumping into her at other club events 4 weekends in a row. I don’t want to be in the club and bump into a girl that was 4 years younger than me in elementary school.
With that said, I can't leave now without giving 110% (plus I don't have the financial means). I would like to convince you all that I have given my all in this journal but I cannot even convince myself of that.

Sooooo I am giving myself approximately 7 months to shape up and then ship out. If I have accomplished what I wished to accomplish or made an attempt I can be proud of, I can leave this socially retarded town and relocate to somewhere larger than life, rife with unlimited potential like a popular college town or a metropolis area. If I do NOT accomplish what I want then I will have to waste another year in this environment and try again in 2010. How’s that for incentive?




What is my goal? To approach. If I am doing exceptionally well, I shall set a new goal but for now that is more than enough.

 

[macallik]

I’ve approached about three girls in the club so far in 2009. The first actually approached me but I’ll count it anyways because its my journal and I make the rules.

For the first approach, I was drunk and dancing my ass off near the DJ booth. Where I’m from this is usually the epicenter of the party and so I always gravitate towards it subconsciously. So there I am, busting some moves in the little space I have when I get a tap on the shoulder. It’s a cute chick and slightly less attractive, but still cute chick next to her. The semi-cute one is grabbing her neck like a drama queen and the cute one says to me:

Cute chick: hey while you were dancing you hit my friend.
Macallik to semi cute friend: Did I hit you in the throat?
Semi cute chick: *mouths the words yes*
Macallik: Do you need to go to the hospital
Semi cute chick: *nods head yes*
Macallik: Is it like a life or death situation? Like really serious?
Semi cute chick: *nods head yes*
Macallik: Alright cool. Give me like 10 minutes and then after I finish dancing I gotta stop and get a drink at the bar but then I’ll take you to the hospital
Semi cute chick: *shocked look on her face then starts laughing*
Macallik: So what’s your friend’s name? (talk about a neg hit, lol. Not on purpose, just was more attracted to the friend and too tipsy too think logically)
Semi-cute talks to her friend and then comes back to me with: Lady Britney Spears Kournikova the 3rd (ouch)
Macallik: Oh true true. And whats your name?
Semi cute chick: Princess Beyonce Cleopatra
Macallik: Oh cool nice to meet you Princess, my name is Steve Harvey *extends hand*
Semi cute chick: *Busts out laughing and shakes my hand* nice to meet you Steve

And then the chicks eject. I see em later on but didn’t reapproach. Should have... but didn't.

The other two approaches were run of the mill crap. I went up to dance with one girl, light skinned, with a litte acne but still relatively cute. She looks barely 18 or 19 and I think I am getting a vibe from her two set so fvck it. I go in and she rejected and ejected on me pretty quickly. The friend she was with stayed and is now standing there by herself. She is dark brown skinned and less cute like a low 7 but hey, the 2nd option is 2nd for a reason right. I convince myself that if she stays standing by herself she must be interested so I go in and she peels off when I start grinding so I go

Macallik: So is that a no on the dance?
Youngin: oh I’m sorry
Macallik: Oh no problem. So you wanna dance?
Youngin: No
Macalllik: Huh? Oh…kay (glad we cleared that up *rolls eyes*)

And then I talked about how young she looks and how she must be knew to the club and then she eventually ejected herself. I left the interaction feeling bad coz of the terribly boring conversation but also feeling good because I approached two girls. I’m rusty so fvck it. Bricks in my palace woot!!!1

 

[macallik]

I got called up to do a stint in the regiment, so I did the logical thing that any self-respcting man would do and signed up @ the local college to dodge military duty. No one would think that training to fight for a military that probably couldn't do security at a WalMart would take precedence over an educaton, right? Right? RIGHT?!?!?!



Fvcking wrong.



Those fudgepackers said I didn't have enough credits to be full time so I gotta do the military camp. I'll be going to be going on hiatus for a couple weeks for this military thing just to let yall know. Also when I go back to school I gotta play catch up for a couple weeks but thats nothing major. I've still got a couple days of having my rights as an human being uninfringed upon. Holla @ you with another update in a couple days

 

[rushing dude 123]

hey dude just thought u should know the whole british dude touching ur ass and **** is not "dry British humour " lol. i had a american kid in school who was always going after girls and was very friendly and would occasionaly slap my ass with a "yo whats up dog", so i thought it was just americans lol. Guess we were both wrong. But yeh ur going millitary thats pretty awesome im sure ur going to learn a lot from it and its something interesting to talk about.

Also nice to c u back on approaching and u been seeing some new chicks rather than bumping into old flames, so have u been changing venues?

Anyway dude just was checking updates on forum going go back to do some work.

 

[macallik]

"Army had half-day"

Got a half of a day off and have to return to base this evening. Too tired to type up on the experience. Will do so next week when I wrap up the camp

 

[macallik]

Being all that I don't want to be in the military

Finished my 2 week stint in regiment earlier today. I learned the basics about camo, sentry duty, effective cover, medical aid etc. Most importantly to me at least, I can assemble and disassemble a mini-Ruger rifle in less than a minute and hit a target with general accuracy from over 100m away. While absoultely nothing I learned in the camp will have any significance in the REAL world, the rifle stuff was at least interesting and engaging. To the select few who haven't fired a gun before, it is quite an experience. There is an inexplicable rush you get holding a weapon that has a sole purpose of killing.


Okay, now that I've covered what I liked about the military camp, let's move on to the rest...


For those of you unfamiliar with military life, there is no real way to describe +17hr workdays, never being allowed enough sleep and having general human rights taken from you. You can only leave to pee and sh!t with permission and the same goes for personal hygiene in general. In fact, when I went to get a shower, I half expected gas to come out of the nozzle and Aryan soldiers to carry my lifeless body to a mass grave out back. (Un)Fortunately, I was only met with ice cold water every time.


In retrospect, the whole experience can be accurately summed up as an exercise in assimilation, cultural imperialism and whatever other negative key term you can find in the back of a sociology textbook. They break your spirits down and attempt to rebuild you. They have unusual cult-esque laws that run contrast to normal social settings. They punish as a group so that dissent gets sorted out internally. Cellphones are prohibited and there is no televisions or radios in sight so contact with the outside world is minimal/nonexistant. Infact, I got my hands on one newspaper in two weeks time and didn't hear anything about the Presidental Inaguration until Thursday evening when i read a printout that had been snuck into camp. They force you to compete against your neighbor and the only time you work together is to take on another enemy.


Something that did surprise me was the wittiness and humor saturated through the Privates. There where many Privates who's mind operated aeons faster than mines when it came to jokes and comebacks to the point where I would just sit back in awe of how different yet similiar their mind worked. Although no one wanted to be there, laughter is what kept most of us going.


With that said, the majority of the Privates made me lose faith in the future at the same time. It was just too much testosterone and too much fighting for what imo is useless power. It is the main motivator whether it is given by an authoritative figure or taken personally. The experience was like 'Ender's Game' meets 'Lord of the Flies'


When i tell you that Privates regularly stood on opposite ends of the barrack room and ran into each other to see who would be left standing, trust that I am not exaggerating in the slightest. The hierarchy in the platoons literally were at a level primative enough to mirror rams... and rams/sheep have levels of intelligence so low that humans who act without thinking are said to have a herd mentality. I know I am starting to rant but I've been stuck with these people for 17 hrs a day for 15 days and I need to vent.


Privates had other means to try and achieve superiority albeit verbally through threats and fighting or mentally through incessant teasing and humiliating. Imagine being in conversation where you have to constantly prove that a) you get pvssy b) you can fight c) you can drink copious amounts of liquor and d) you have street cred. Mulitply 5x a day for two weeks and that was what the experience was like. What's worse is that even when you aren't playing the game you are perceived as participating in it. Indifference to concepts like pride, honour and exerting your dominance over others is seen as weakness and makes you a target.


All in all, I am glad to be back in the real world although I have to report to the military weekly for duty, it is usually only 3-4 hrs and I can handle that easily. I have a new appreciation for my freedom and for those of you think are thinking of joining into the military... DON'T.

 

[macallik]

FR: Better than nothing

A friend of a friend was DJ'ing at a new venue yesterday. I was invited and got to skip the covercharge as a result. The party was full of younger girls and my game slacks around them because I always assume they are looking for a big chain and a criminal record. I tried to put it behind me but to no avail.

I kept looking for a little eye contact before going in but no luck in that department either so I just posted up on the dancefloor and left every now and then to piss or grab another cup of ****spur n ale.

Eventually the night winds down and I ditch this place and go to another place I frequent primarily because it is free. When I arrive there is a couple decent looking girls here and there but nothing that really catches my eye.

Then I see two chicks re-enter the building that are my type. As they cut across the dancefloor I make a little eye contact. About two minutes later one of them is engaged with another guy and I start walking by to get closer and she cuts off what he was saying and says to me "you look familiar".

And we are off.

I make conversation, get a couple jokes, you know the dealio. I would tell you what I said but I can't remember the context of most of it anyways so meh, Weird thing is at the end she says nice meeting you and then bounce before I can get digits. Boo @ that

Of course, being the persistent [read: lack of options] guy that I am right now, I kill time for a couple minute and then just so happen to be walking out the club with her and the girl she was with (who as it turns out was her sister). I chat up the sister to try and spike the interest level and competition factor, and then go back to the original girl and get digits as they board a taxi.


Looks like an uphill battle for this one. She isn't as interested as she should be so imma work on piqueing that.

 

[macallik]

As suspected the above girl had little interest. I tried to raise her interest in me through the phone but whenever i tried to get a connection going between us she would quit responding to my text. C'est la vie.

I got some spare time before work starts so I'll type up a little update on the books I've read recently:

Logic and Sexual Morality by John Wilson
This is a theoretical book written by a philosopher. Nowadays I am trying to balance out one educational book with every 2 leisurely books, just to ensure I am still learning things along the way. Good book that tackles the problems of sexuality in society and what steps might need to be taken in order to create change. I have about a chapter left but I got sidetracked when I lost the book and started a new one. Gonna finish it eventually. It is kind of like a Michel Foucault piece with the conclusions it reaches and its subject content. Also, every chapter is finished with a summary which is kinda cool being that it isn't a text book. It's an old book I got from a used book store about a year ago that I just got around to reading.


Love and Other Near Death Experiences by Mil Millington
After the first chapter I contemplated putting this book down. It was just so slow and so unfunny. I'm glad I didn't. Mil Millington is one of the few authors that can actually make me laugh out loud with his text and thoughts. Really funny guy the way his scenarios unfold and how we get into the character's heads. This book is about a radio host who almost dies and as a result starts living his life in fear of the unknown. Its existential-esque main character stricken with anxiety reminds me of some texts by Kierkegaard and Dostoevsky. The book really goes off the deep end towards the end and becomes unbelievably to the point that I got detached from the storyline as a reader but a funny book nonetheless.


A Certain Chemistry by Mil Millington
I decided to read a 2nd book by this author because I enjoyed the first so much. A married book agent has to ghostwrite a book for a star soap opera actress. She is down to earth and he starts to fall for her and drama ensues. Millington doesn't sugarcoat the romance or the breakup or what happens afterwards, he's a realist. It's a good, funny book but not as good as his other one I've read.


Walden Two by B.F. Skinner
Most people who have taken a beginner's course in psychology have heard of B.F. Skinner. This book he wrote is rebuttal in the form of a story to the transcendalist Henry David Thoreau on how his idea in Walden would not work in real life. I am a fan of HDT and Ralph Waldo Emerson and I intend on going back and reading their respective works after I finish this book. Admittedly I've been playing far too much FIFA online and this book is about a quarter of the way done. I'm gonna make some progress on it this week.




Also I am taking some first year sociology courses and english courses at the local community college so I am reading in there as well. Holla at yall when I have some more news for ya. Pce n chicken grease

 

[Solomon]

Glad to see you reading fam(and playing fifa lol), but don't lose focus on your goal

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[macallik]

yea, been slackin in the mackin lately, can't lie...

 

[macallik]

A Cold (and I do mean Cold) Approach

I was reading a book in the park in the middle of the busy section of town that I mentioned in previous posts. It's chilly as hell yet there I am in two tee-shirts and no jacket. It really is a beautiful park although a skirmish broke out midday a couple weeks back and as a result the trees were cut back to make the entire park more visible. I think they butchered the trees, but i did do landscaping for a bit, so i'm biased on these kinda things lol.

So, I'm sitting there and a cutie is a about 50 meters ahead of me on a park bench. Dark black, and cute, looks a couple years older than me. I am convincing myself to approach when an older dude who was sitting in the park with what looked like either his mother or his drug dealer, decided to go in. Kudos for approaching but really man, stick to the strung out crackheads and prostitutes and leave the cuties to me, haha.

So he ejects after like 5 minutes of what looked like bad conversation and i think I catch her taking glances in my direction, I say fvck it and go in. I had a couple ideas in my head for conversations or witty remarks but of course, as soon as I went in, my mind went blank. It didn't help that she was initially on the phone when I went in either. I thought about turning around when I saw that but my feet kept on moving. She hung up after literally 3 seconds though so I opened


M: So whats a girl like you doing in a place like this?
Her: Huh
M: Sorry, I always wanted to say that? What are you doing in the park today?
Her: blah blah blah (in a thick jamaican accent, like barely understandable)
M: Oh true true, so was it a love connection before *sly smile*
Her: Was it a what?
M: *repeats* I could be wrong but he didn't look like your type (didn't like that line the 2nd it came out, sounds like im puttin him down to bring myself up)
Her: Oh I don't know, he could be, only time will tell
M: True true. So whats your name
Her: ....
Her: Sorry I don't give my name out

Ouch, lol. It's been so long since I've approached though, that I didn't really care and I was feeling good so it didn't bother me

M: Okay thats cool, I'll just call you mysterious lady. So you want to keep a little sense of mystery and allure about you. Well played
Her: haha okay


I heard someone here say something similar before. Rushing Dude is that yours? Anyways, she gets phone call, and after that a +40 yr old construction worker she knows comes up and starts talking to her. I used this time to regain my composure sommore and get my head right. The hardest part (opening) was over.

Mysterious Lady: *Finishes phone convo and talking to dude*
M: Damn, look at you, little miss popular. All these dudes hittin on you on the park, phone calls every 5 seconds, check you out.
Mysterious Lady: Haha no it's not like that *bla blah blah*
M: Okay whatever *smiling*

Then we talked about her job (hairdresser) and whether her hair is real (it's not) and how black women always be puttin fake hair in her head. We talked about where she is from and whey she was visiting, standard rapport but nothing that good. What else can I remember.. Oh yea, i thought this was corny/funny. I was eating some Milano cookies while talking to her so I thought, why the hell not:

M: Hey you want a cookie?
Mysterious Lady: *Scrunches up her face* Uh-uhh
M: *scoffs* thats okay, I wasn't gonna give you any anyways.
Mysterious Lady: *shocked look*
M: Yea, it was just a test to see if you accept food from strangers and you passed. Good job


She did ask my age a little later, which I always take as a sign that she was interested but after she called me too young I didn't have a follow up ready.

After a decent convo filled with a lull or two, she ejects. She turns around and says something to me as she leaves, like the interested women do in the movie/tv shows, but I didn't hear her and she walked away. I coulda/shoulda chased her but didn't.

No phone to close but I doubt it would have been a high success rate with this lady yet anyways. Hopefully I'll see her around and take it from there.

Anyways, this should be the first of many, many more cold approaches to come. Pce.