You know that great approach idea, smooth line, or daring move you've always thought about but never got around to trying it out? Maybe you just never had the right opportunity. Maybe you're too afraid the chick might take it the wrong way and slap you. That's where I come in.
I began what I am calling my FEM (Field Experimentation Mission) on Wednesday, November 14th. Each weekday (except Friday), I will approach one HB at school (university campus, plenty of 'em), with a different tactic, and report results. I started this as a personal test out of curiosity. I often wonder, after reading an idea on the boards, or thinking of one, if it'd actually be a practical method. I need more ideas, too, when I run out (I have about 3 left in my head for Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday of next week). So, let's get the ball rolling. Post smooth ideas, I'll put 'em to practice.
Experiment #1
Date: 11/14/07
Idea: Approach in a serious manner, as if urgent. Act as if the world's fate rests on her giving me her number. Don't break character.
Idea by: Me
Target: HB 8, Latina
Results:
I approached HB 8 from quite a distance. She was checking out the menu at one of the restaurants in our school's food court. Her back was facing me, and even from a distance I could see her body was smoking hot. Had to cross my fingers about the face, and it turned out she had a cute face with big brown eyes to complement it. I pulled out my cell phone and tapped her on the shoulder with 3 quick finger-pokes.
"There's no time to explain. I'm going to have to have your number NOW," I said, with a concerned look on my face, staring straight into her eyes as if this was going to work. As I said this, I had my thumbs on my phone's keypad ready to insert the number.
"Why?," she asked, after her initial reaction of laughter.
"Human existence depends on this. Is this funny to you?," I said, but I might've slightly broken character with a little grin. It seemed to work out fine though, as she hit me on the arm and began calling out the digits in her number. There was "no time" to ask for a name, so I gave her some light kino and sincerely said, "You've done the right thing." I turned around and strolled out the automatic doors.
Reaction: That was possibly the stupidest approach I've ever attempted, let alone succeeded at. The idea originally came to me as a funny thing just to try out, but hey, I have HB 8's number in my phone (saved under "Ex.1" LOL). Still haven't called the nameless chick.
I began what I am calling my FEM (Field Experimentation Mission) on Wednesday, November 14th. Each weekday (except Friday), I will approach one HB at school (university campus, plenty of 'em), with a different tactic, and report results. I started this as a personal test out of curiosity. I often wonder, after reading an idea on the boards, or thinking of one, if it'd actually be a practical method. I need more ideas, too, when I run out (I have about 3 left in my head for Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday of next week). So, let's get the ball rolling. Post smooth ideas, I'll put 'em to practice.
Experiment #1
Date: 11/14/07
Idea: Approach in a serious manner, as if urgent. Act as if the world's fate rests on her giving me her number. Don't break character.
Idea by: Me
Target: HB 8, Latina
Results:
I approached HB 8 from quite a distance. She was checking out the menu at one of the restaurants in our school's food court. Her back was facing me, and even from a distance I could see her body was smoking hot. Had to cross my fingers about the face, and it turned out she had a cute face with big brown eyes to complement it. I pulled out my cell phone and tapped her on the shoulder with 3 quick finger-pokes.
"There's no time to explain. I'm going to have to have your number NOW," I said, with a concerned look on my face, staring straight into her eyes as if this was going to work. As I said this, I had my thumbs on my phone's keypad ready to insert the number.
"Why?," she asked, after her initial reaction of laughter.
"Human existence depends on this. Is this funny to you?," I said, but I might've slightly broken character with a little grin. It seemed to work out fine though, as she hit me on the arm and began calling out the digits in her number. There was "no time" to ask for a name, so I gave her some light kino and sincerely said, "You've done the right thing." I turned around and strolled out the automatic doors.
Reaction: That was possibly the stupidest approach I've ever attempted, let alone succeeded at. The idea originally came to me as a funny thing just to try out, but hey, I have HB 8's number in my phone (saved under "Ex.1" LOL). Still haven't called the nameless chick.
I told her I had to take off, and that I'd catch her around campus. I didn't just slip it in and split, I pulled the card out and with my left hand, slipped it in her right jean back pocket, withdrawing my hand slowly and maintaining eye contact with her and a smile. Her face slightly blushed. I turned around and walked away, then looked back after about 5 seconds, and she had set her food down and was looking at the card :crazy: 
