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After awhile (whole interaction was over an hour long), their ride arrives. So, I just kind of say…”well, I’d like to continue this conversation.” And the target smiles and says ‘yeah!” So…I proceed to get both obstacle and target’s numbers (I regret this in retrospect. I should have been more direct, I think…in showcasing interest for only the target).

But…whatever, that’s my first legit number close I think.
I mean………I’m pretty sure I made several mistakes. I -know- I did, because lol I wasn’t even ready for people to respond to me in a positive way. I was weak in comfort, probably weak in having her qualify herself. Probably did shit out of order, too.

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Thoughts on Weds —

Well, I mean…it’s only day 3 of the official Project PUA. I feel like I probably just had a good night, which is good — I needed one. A legit good night. Now, I went out with the goal of opening 20 sets, but I never got that far. It seems like…opening in a way that demonstrates value is pretty solid. Like, the drug dealer opener went over way better when cushioned with the false time constraint and the fact that, rather than my friends giving me that opinion, some random girls -opened- me to give me that opinion. And then I think to Saturday, and how that girl responded way better when I just said ‘people asked me for weed.’ I keep this for awhile.

The hairdresser thing seems solid. Saying the hairdresser is hot seems solid. I still feel like I talk too fast, and I think I’m too excited. Like, when someone shows a bit of intrigue, I just sort of ‘YEAH AND IF YOU LIKED THAT HERE’S MORE OF WHAT I WAS SAYING OR WHAT I WANT TO SAY, YAAAAAAY!’ Need to chill more, I think.

Friend never did get that 8′s number. “Yeah, I actually think she -may- have been a prostitute.” Are his words. His words on my success were “yeah, that’s really awesome, I’m really proud of you. -But- don’t fuck up. You will fuck up if you focus on fucking this girl. What I mean is that, just have the same vibe you had when you first started talking to them. You’re like, this guy who has tons of girls in his life, and you know, why not one more? You don’t -need- to fuck her. You can do that any time. Go in with the mindset that you aren’t going to fuck her — indicate your interest and be fun, but keep it fun, as though you really couldn’t care less about it — and you’ll probably end up fucking her.”