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Title: Becoming-Field Report 2
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Blog Entry: The day following the night at the bar my friend asked if I could help him pick up a TV stand for his obnoxiously large 50" flat screen that I was completely envious of. I agreed and we headed to the local wal-mart and he went to go find help with a trolley while I stood by and watched G-force on some of the other TVs that were nearby. Next to these TVs was a small table with a cute mousey looking girl who was trying to sell bundle packages for the overpriced company. She was casting more than a couple glances my way and I definitely waited longer than the proposed 3 second rule to approach her because some guy in a damn wheel chair felt like parking in the middle of the lane and vomitting any content worth mentioning from his mouth. Damn. I just was not confidant enough to bust in a set when she make be drumming up business...which is a rule of mine, do not jeopardize their job if that is where they are at. The guy finally left and my buddy knew I was thinking about approaching her. He sometimes has diarrhea of the mouth and has little volume control about it. Tends to make me royally pissed a lot of the time because I definitely do not need his encouragment about something he knows jack about. I finally approached: "I find it hard to believe that it is a coincidence that you ended up by the TVs playing G-force. You totally have a thing for guinea pigs don't you?" She laughed and we chit-chatted a little bit "whattya selling; what was up with that guy in the chair; her age" (because my friend said she looked 14, I guessed she was 20, but she was 18). And then my friend did the dumbest fucking thing. Before I could fully launch into my set he comes up: "You coming or you want to stay here and talk some more." Wheeling his new TV stand up. What the fuck! Why would you interrupt me like that...I had no IOIs, I had not even pulled any weapons and now if I am staying behind for no apparent reason other than to talk I appear overtly interested and the surprise and risk is lost. As the Brits would say: What a tosser. "Would you like to continue the conversation?" I asked her. "Nah, that's okay." She replied. "Let's get outta here." I smoothly turned on my heel and walked away. Not even sparing a glance to make sure my "friend" could get his big cart through the aisle. Maybe she was just being polite and releasing me to help my friend; she probably just was not that interested; but I will never know because of another idiot guy. I need to find a wing... But being just a warm up, I made a comeback that was far greater than my game the night before. We opted to go to the Applebees next door and a cute redhead waittress greeted us at the door and I walked in with a full smile on my face. She showed us to a table that was close to her hostess stand and she told us Mike would be our server and she would grab us some drinks. I asked for a water with no lemon and why we could not just keep her as she would clearly be much prettier than Mike. She laughed and went to get our drinks then returned to her podium. My "friend" had just been dumped and cheated on by his ex and he had done nothing but snivel and whine about it. I understand his pain to a certain extent but he had kinda treated the girl like shit and cheated on her saying: "It's not cheating unless you get caught" so I felt it was more karma biting him in the ass. And yet another reminder why I play the field... I call the girl over for a "girl opinion," introduce myself and open with some projection "Here is a scenario: you and I have been dating for about 2 years and we have been happy and very much in love" I try to emphasize these feelings with a gesture of my hand that is kind of like I am rolling something "Then one day you decide to dash my heart against the cement and cheat on me. Should I come grovelling back to you or should I try to forgive you?" It seemed like she slightly broke out of a trance when I said "dashed my heart" or was it my imagination... "Two year huh?" She says "I don't remember any of it haha." "Oh you were just blinded by the bliss is all" I reply "we were THAT happy!" and I wrap my arm around her for a sec to emphasize. She does not pull away and allows me to pull her into my slightly: IOI. She gives the typical answer and I launch in with my starting set: "Is that your real hair color?" I neg her. "Um...yeah, I'm a natural redhead." She replies. "I don't know if I believe you. But in any case-do you believe in psychics?" I ask. She shrugs her shoulders and my "friend" says that he thinks they're shit. I think he is shit and wish he would just shut his mouth. I run the number guess on her-I am wrong-but close. I begin a "yes ladder" on her by asking if she is intuitive, intelligent and imaginative which sets me up for the cube which I hit dead on for the first time. Her jaw is slightly slack and she has this dumbfounded look. "One sec" she says and runs to go seat some other people (which happened numerous times throughout our stay) and she comes back. I keep myself facing away from her and make her ask for me to finish the story as another neg. When she asks, I do and take it as an IOI. "That is almost dead on!" She exclaimed, amazed. We discussed the minor variations of it and from that I learned her major, aspirations, etc. etc. and she had to go seat some people. "You got this man." My buddy said when she was ten feet away, I told him to shut up because she clearly is not deaf. "Hey" he said "I want to ask her if that waittress over there is single." Absolutely not. I had just done all this work to isolate her without giving myself away and he was not going to fuck it up by cock-spraying the room and making my girl feel like tool. Then she would lump me in with him as just another random cock doing the regular thing trying to pick girls up rather than the charming, intuitive pick up artist I had been so far. Not to mention, she had just heard his sob story about his ex-girlfriend. Like she would hook a friend up with with a baggage toting fool... She came back around and our food had finally come. I told her "I am dangerous when I have to chew and talk at the same time. But if you wanted to continue this conversation how would you go about it?" "Um...I don't know." "I thought you said you had imagination? (NEG) The least you could do is pull something out like smoke signals...haha." "Yeah! Or morse code!" There you go...you ditz... "How about that crazy thing called a phone? You utilize one with a number...not smoke signals right?" I tease. "I am sorry to say that I do not have a pen though. How about you?" (I had forgotten my phone at home. Noticing a trend here? She walks away and returns: "All I have is this cranyon for marking tables down." "It'll work." I number closed and gave her mine in return. I walked out of the restaurant elated. Later I found out I left her number on the table...fail.