duke007
Master Don Juan
This is a little long, but I'd like to share with you all the details
Our last three outings were at pubs and nightclubs, and having got a bit fed up with the lack of approachable girls and loudness at these venues, the beach sounded like a good idea.
It was a blistering hot day, 100 degrees for you Americans, so the beach was quite crowded.
I was late finding Irresistible and WM, so by the time I finally found them they were already talking to a blonde HB7 on the grass reading a book. She was friendly and from Norway, but had a BF - it sprung up in conversation (don't you hate how they just slip it in?).
We left to get some food from the place Irresistible works because WM insisted. The cutie who he is "training' was there and she had a big smile on her face the whole time. Outside on the chairs, was a HB8 reading the EXACT same book as the previous girl.
Irresistible (we'll call him IR from now on) noticed this and mentioned it to her, but I guess it might have sounded weird. He then sat back down with us, although I think he should have perservered a little more - I noticed her looking up from her book a few times. He smalltalked as she left but that was it.
We got to the beach and went into the water, our aim (or mine) was to make as many approaches as possible and maybe get a number. IR and I went up to a pair of girls wading around like us and he mentioned that it was too cold for him. Bad approach but no-one was judging, they acted like b1tches anyway.
So then we found a girl sitting in the shallows and I mentioned that the water was hot
. She seemed semi-interested but then her friend returned to c0ckblock. This continued for a while, we'd wade the length of the beach trying to make eye contact and make approaches - problem is they were never substantial.
You need to be confident to pick a target and then slowly wade over towards them with a shrinkie (IR kept complaining) - 3 second rule becomes the 20 second rule. We must have looked obvious just because water makes it so hard to approach.
WM needed to leave early so we walked with him to find the tram stop. IR and I made a deal to "no longer give a f*ck" to help with approaches. Soon after saying this we saw a group of three on the other side of the road. So we crossed over and Irresistible tried the MoTU approached from his South Beach FR.
IR: Hey ladies, you're going the wrong way
Girls: *giggle giggle* why is that?
IR: We're heading this way, you should join us
Girls: *giggle* Nah we're going to the beach
Oh well it was worth a shot.
Further ahead the sand in my buttcrack started to annoy me. I saw a HB7.5 sitting on the corner eating a Subway. The tram stop looked ages away...so I asked IR to hold my socks (hahahahahah I don't know why he accepted thanks dude), said goodbye to WM and approached the HB. We had a good chat because she had zero b1tch shield. In fact she wouldn't shut up from the first moment, as if she wanted people to approach her.
She was pissed off that she couldn't go to the beach on such a nice day because she was on a lunch break from her job at a "nearby shop". "You work in the Club X?" I said. (It was right behind us heheheh). She had sunglasses on but began lowering her head so she could get EC with me over the top of them....nice, I felt confident for a number close but then she mentioned a boyfriend. DOH! IR came back and understood why I gave him the socks. She was openly talking to him as well but then we left.
On the way back to the beach, we saw two girls with a digital camera, so IR being right on his game, suggested he take a photo of them. They accepted, and this time I had to hold all the socks. IR ran around trying to get a good angle and ended up on the road aiming for the perfect shot. "Don't get run over," they called out. I then suggested taking a photo of the three of them (with IR). They refused....hmph.
Back at the beach, we had a problem in that while opening convos with girls and getting seemingly good responses, they would continue to move in the direction they were going. No girl was confident enough to face us and carry a convo in the water.
IR decided we should make approaches on the sand to unmoving targets. Good idea. He intended to be a Brazilian exchange student and i was his translator. We spotted these really hot blonde 9s in bikinis and made a beeline towards them. They were Danish. And while they didn't show super high interest, they were smiling and conversing with us.
IR turned to me and spoke jibberish, then I turned to the girls and said, "He wants to know where he can get his feet scrubbed" They laughed, we kept a straight face. We continued to speak but then the heat of the sand began to affect IR. He was jumping from foot to foot in pain. Then he fell to his knees and screamed out in agony, "ARRRRRRGHHHHHH". The three of us were laughing (me because he still sounded Brazilian).
I think I was so focussed on the task of macking these two that my feet didn't notice the heat of the sand. But after IR screamed, my calves began to tremble uncontrollably and then I was hopping around. I forgot about the HB9s because it felt like I was standing on hot coals. We were left with little option but to run into the water like sissies Stupid sand! we were c0ckblocked!
So until we returned to get shoes, sand approaches weren't achievable. We met some attention wh0res who blew me off when I made a comment about these seemingly gay guys who were enjoying wrestling a little too much in the shallows.
Further along, HBHugeTits gave IR and I an evil, sour expression when he made a harmless comment about getting used to the water (she was cold heheeh). IR then saw another chick with nipple showthrough and said, "I have the exact same bra as you" She laughed but nothing came of it.
One Asian chick gave me mad EC but then looked funny when I said "Hi". Jesus, I'm so sick of a lot of this female BS. I was starting to think b1tch shields and ASDs were more prevalent at the beach than at clubs.
IR decided to do a social experiment - he stuffed a pair of rolled up socks down his undies and we walked back and forth along the beach. At the showers, one girl couldn't keep her eyes off him. Guys, girls, old people everyone would notice. They would look, stare, giggle, point, everything.
IR said he felt like a piece of meat. Problem is if we tried to 'catch' the starers they would look away in embarrassment for staring. The Danish 9s saw and started giggling like schoolgirls, I can't believe we didn't approach then. On the return walk, we scanned the sand to find them again but they were gone.......damn never make the mistake we did
We drew the conclusion that girls look there anyway, otherwise how would they have spotted IR's beast? It's usually just so brief that you can't tell. So be aware next time you go to the beach that girls go to ogle just as much as guys - use this to your advantage - because approaches are rare. (All we saw was, "HEY, hey you without the top!").
We sat next to a sunburnt Dutch girl (what's with all the freakin' Scandinavians, I had no idea it was like that...fine with me) and chatted bit, but then her guy friend came back. As they walked away I heard something like this.
AFC: Who were you talking to?
HBDutch: Some friends.
With IRs c0cksock still in place, we were approached by HBHugeTits and friend looking for a lighter. DAMN we don't have one. With hindsight IR should have said:
"Yeah I have a lighter....in my PANTS!"
Still, had they not been super b1tches before we might have tried harder.
Heading back to car, we crossed paths with two hot girls with ice creams. IR asked them for directions to the place he worked. They didn't know but wanted to help. One in particular was very hot and nice. I accused them of being cheap for buying supermarket ice creams (in a funny way of course) and the entire approach seemed well-executed, but once again they were walking slowly backwards while talking just like all those at the beach. (I think the friend was leading this though...).
20 metres later I did the exact same line with two others. They didn't know either....F*CK I should have tried something simpler to find or asked the time.
My advice in these situations is to say something witty as soon as possible to validate them stopping, and hold your ground between them and their destination. Very difficult though (especially in a wife-beater singlet)
Near the shops we saw a chick with skintight shorts that said "I love NY" on the arse. IR repeated this back to her, but didn't think she heard. She did, but I choked on a follow up.....surprising after all the approaches made over the course of the day.
So there you have it, no numbers but we needed experience doing bulk cold approaches. That's pretty much week 2 of Boot camp in a few hours. We made about 20 I think, and I now feel comfortable striding around on the sand. (Since I've always been skinny, beach has always been extremely intimidating).
I think beach approaches are a completely different story at a holiday destination. This was just a popular suburban non-surf beach close to the city where people go for the day - not many girls on holidays who are willing to try new things.
Thanks for reading.
Our last three outings were at pubs and nightclubs, and having got a bit fed up with the lack of approachable girls and loudness at these venues, the beach sounded like a good idea.
It was a blistering hot day, 100 degrees for you Americans, so the beach was quite crowded.
I was late finding Irresistible and WM, so by the time I finally found them they were already talking to a blonde HB7 on the grass reading a book. She was friendly and from Norway, but had a BF - it sprung up in conversation (don't you hate how they just slip it in?).
We left to get some food from the place Irresistible works because WM insisted. The cutie who he is "training' was there and she had a big smile on her face the whole time. Outside on the chairs, was a HB8 reading the EXACT same book as the previous girl.
Irresistible (we'll call him IR from now on) noticed this and mentioned it to her, but I guess it might have sounded weird. He then sat back down with us, although I think he should have perservered a little more - I noticed her looking up from her book a few times. He smalltalked as she left but that was it.
We got to the beach and went into the water, our aim (or mine) was to make as many approaches as possible and maybe get a number. IR and I went up to a pair of girls wading around like us and he mentioned that it was too cold for him. Bad approach but no-one was judging, they acted like b1tches anyway.
So then we found a girl sitting in the shallows and I mentioned that the water was hot
. She seemed semi-interested but then her friend returned to c0ckblock. This continued for a while, we'd wade the length of the beach trying to make eye contact and make approaches - problem is they were never substantial.You need to be confident to pick a target and then slowly wade over towards them with a shrinkie (IR kept complaining
) - 3 second rule becomes the 20 second rule. We must have looked obvious just because water makes it so hard to approach.WM needed to leave early so we walked with him to find the tram stop. IR and I made a deal to "no longer give a f*ck" to help with approaches. Soon after saying this we saw a group of three on the other side of the road. So we crossed over and Irresistible tried the MoTU approached from his South Beach FR.
IR: Hey ladies, you're going the wrong way
Girls: *giggle giggle* why is that?
IR: We're heading this way, you should join us
Girls: *giggle* Nah we're going to the beach
Oh well it was worth a shot.
Further ahead the sand in my buttcrack started to annoy me. I saw a HB7.5 sitting on the corner eating a Subway. The tram stop looked ages away...so I asked IR to hold my socks (hahahahahah I don't know why he accepted
thanks dude), said goodbye to WM and approached the HB. We had a good chat because she had zero b1tch shield. In fact she wouldn't shut up from the first moment, as if she wanted people to approach her. She was pissed off that she couldn't go to the beach on such a nice day because she was on a lunch break from her job at a "nearby shop". "You work in the Club X?" I said. (It was right behind us heheheh). She had sunglasses on but began lowering her head so she could get EC with me over the top of them....nice, I felt confident for a number close but then she mentioned a boyfriend. DOH! IR came back and understood why I gave him the socks. She was openly talking to him as well but then we left.
On the way back to the beach, we saw two girls with a digital camera, so IR being right on his game, suggested he take a photo of them. They accepted, and this time I had to hold all the socks. IR ran around trying to get a good angle and ended up on the road aiming for the perfect shot. "Don't get run over
," they called out. I then suggested taking a photo of the three of them (with IR). They refused....hmph. Back at the beach, we had a problem in that while opening convos with girls and getting seemingly good responses, they would continue to move in the direction they were going. No girl was confident enough to face us and carry a convo in the water.
IR decided we should make approaches on the sand to unmoving targets. Good idea. He intended to be a Brazilian exchange student and i was his translator. We spotted these really hot blonde 9s in bikinis and made a beeline towards them. They were Danish
. And while they didn't show super high interest, they were smiling and conversing with us.IR turned to me and spoke jibberish, then I turned to the girls and said, "He wants to know where he can get his feet scrubbed" They laughed, we kept a straight face. We continued to speak but then the heat of the sand began to affect IR. He was jumping from foot to foot in pain. Then he fell to his knees and screamed out in agony, "ARRRRRRGHHHHHH". The three of us were laughing (me because he still sounded Brazilian).
I think I was so focussed on the task of macking these two that my feet didn't notice the heat of the sand. But after IR screamed, my calves began to tremble uncontrollably and then I was hopping around. I forgot about the HB9s because it felt like I was standing on hot coals. We were left with little option but to run into the water like sissies
Stupid sand! we were c0ckblocked!So until we returned to get shoes, sand approaches weren't achievable. We met some attention wh0res who blew me off when I made a comment about these seemingly gay guys who were enjoying wrestling a little too much in the shallows.
Further along, HBHugeTits gave IR and I an evil, sour expression when he made a harmless comment about getting used to the water (she was cold heheeh). IR then saw another chick with nipple showthrough and said, "I have the exact same bra as you" She laughed but nothing came of it.
One Asian chick gave me mad EC but then looked funny when I said "Hi". Jesus, I'm so sick of a lot of this female BS. I was starting to think b1tch shields and ASDs were more prevalent at the beach than at clubs.
IR decided to do a social experiment - he stuffed a pair of rolled up socks down his undies and we walked back and forth along the beach. At the showers, one girl couldn't keep her eyes off him. Guys, girls, old people everyone would notice. They would look, stare, giggle, point, everything.
IR said he felt like a piece of meat. Problem is if we tried to 'catch' the starers they would look away in embarrassment for staring. The Danish 9s saw and started giggling like schoolgirls, I can't believe we didn't approach then. On the return walk, we scanned the sand to find them again but they were gone.......damn never make the mistake we did
We drew the conclusion that girls look there anyway, otherwise how would they have spotted IR's beast? It's usually just so brief that you can't tell. So be aware next time you go to the beach that girls go to ogle just as much as guys - use this to your advantage - because approaches are rare. (All we saw was, "HEY, hey you without the top!").
We sat next to a sunburnt Dutch girl (what's with all the freakin' Scandinavians, I had no idea it was like that...fine with me
) and chatted bit, but then her guy friend came back. As they walked away I heard something like this.AFC: Who were you talking to?
HBDutch: Some friends.
With IRs c0cksock still in place, we were approached by HBHugeTits and friend looking for a lighter. DAMN we don't have one. With hindsight IR should have said:
"Yeah I have a lighter....in my PANTS!"
Still, had they not been super b1tches before we might have tried harder.
Heading back to car, we crossed paths with two hot girls with ice creams. IR asked them for directions to the place he worked. They didn't know but wanted to help. One in particular was very hot and nice. I accused them of being cheap for buying supermarket ice creams (in a funny way of course) and the entire approach seemed well-executed, but once again they were walking slowly backwards while talking just like all those at the beach. (I think the friend was leading this though...).
20 metres later I did the exact same line with two others. They didn't know either....F*CK I should have tried something simpler to find or asked the time.
My advice in these situations is to say something witty as soon as possible to validate them stopping, and hold your ground between them and their destination. Very difficult though (especially in a wife-beater singlet
)Near the shops we saw a chick with skintight shorts that said "I love NY" on the arse. IR repeated this back to her, but didn't think she heard. She did, but I choked on a follow up.....surprising after all the approaches made over the course of the day.
So there you have it, no numbers but we needed experience doing bulk cold approaches. That's pretty much week 2 of Boot camp in a few hours. We made about 20 I think, and I now feel comfortable striding around on the sand. (Since I've always been skinny, beach has always been extremely intimidating).
I think beach approaches are a completely different story at a holiday destination. This was just a popular suburban non-surf beach close to the city where people go for the day - not many girls on holidays who are willing to try new things
. Thanks for reading.