Tue 27th Dec 2011

Tue 27th Dec 2011
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Well I dragged myself to Guildford town centre, but after yesterday I do feel rather deflated and discouraged. I know logically that the right thing to do is to keep going, in a "don't let the bastards get you down" kind of way, but I am not in a good frame of mind, and I don't think I'm going to get any good results today.

But I know I don't have a choice in the matter; there's no way I'm going to let "them" win.

First into one of the shopping centres. Full of girls, but so many are young, and I think a lot of them are under 16.

Jailbait. I keep walking.

Everyone is so energetic, but I seem to be lacking any energy. I only slept for 4 hours last night, so I think my encounter with the police must have shaken me.

Into a second shopping centre. The same problem. I walked into a clothes shop and saw some women there who looked nice. But I just didn't have the heart to go up to them.

I sat down in a cafe, bottle of diet coke in hand. I was able to make small talk with a nice girl sat opposite me, but nothing came of it. I had used an indirect approach.
I meandered through the shops and side streets of the town, achieving nothing.

Until I arrived at Waterstones, and a nice young blonde upstairs. "I think you should buy that book" I suggested. "Why?" she beamed, with a smile, "have you read it?"
The conversation progressed, and it felt good. Upon finding that she had just finished her "A" levels (which is good - she's in-age) I tried to guess which ones she had passed. Got 2 out of 3 right (with the wrong one being religious studies).
Then I moved on to what she liked doing in her spare time. Gym and working in a shop up the road. At that point I felt my voice falter. Nerves. And she must have picked this up because she suddenly said she had to go as her boyfriend was waiting for her.
Notice how I had not used a direct approach here; she was fine and all mine while I was confident. But the minute I lost that confidence I lost her.

Still she was a bit young... How do I pick'em?

Am a bit tired so retreated to the "Tea Terrace" restaurant at the top of the big "House of Fraser" department store.
I'll be "working the floors" in a short while, after I've polished a most delicious Steak sandwich with french fries...



Wed 28th Dec 2011
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Well nothing came of "working the floors" at Guildford's House of Fraser, but the following day in Brighton I did manage to approach a group of three girls sat at a table in a pub near the sea front. This was my first attempt at "night game" for a few days, and I think I came across as really nervous. For a second I think they liked me, but I just could not gain my confidence, so I (and in fact one of the girls) left after a few moments.
well at least I can be sure they won't be putting in a complaint about me, because they did smile when I delivered my direct approach.


As I type it is Thursday evening, and for the second day I have been tired all day in the office. The stress of the "shopping centre incident" as we shall call it has been telling upon me despite my best efforts to put it to sleep. And as a result I have not been sleeping well.
I swear that police officers have been taught subliminal intimidation techniques.

But despite that I was able to approach one pair of girls in a pub in Islington, North East London, but although I did get a smile it lasted for a very short amount of time before it was replaced by a frown and heads turned away to continue a spirited conversation. Perhaps they were discussing something important. Like X-factor or the latest episode of TOWIE.

Then into the Weatherspoons next door, another glass of free tap water in hand, and say Hi to a nice shy-looking girl on her own.
"My friend is coming over with our drinks in a moment" She replied. I back off.

But I had considerably more success with two London lasses called Leah and Maria. Fortunately one of them was not called "Tia" or I would have suspected I was being made fun of.
I got past the hook point with them, with a purely indirect approach, having opened with a recommended pitch "I bet you girls are complaining about men again aren't you?"

There was no sexual vibe at all, but there was some "social" chemistry, and I was heartened by the fact that there was some warmth in the conversation, despite my nervousness there.
I decided to leave before being pushed, as I am working in the area, and have to regard this as being a "local" pub to me. They could introduce me to their friends who knows... :)


So I seem to be on the mend after the unfortunate incident at the start of the week.
Looking back on it, I'm in many ways glad that I over-cooked it then. This is because in the past all the criticism of my performance with women has come from inside me. My own self-doubt and caution. So it is in a strange way exhilerating to be in a situation whereby I am doing too much, and it is other people who are "having a go".
In addition facing the type of mocking, sarcastic, and arrogant rejection from some of the women at the weekend, but having the balls to carry on with it and push through their barriers, showed that I was no longer intimidated by their negative mindsets and shallow outlook on life.
This is Basingstoke. A low-life, dull, septic, rancid London-overspill of a town that is so bereft of self esteem that it captures any positive light of ambition or initiative displayed by a person like me, and grinds it down into the mud.

I should stay away from Basingstoke. But I think that once I get better at day-game I'll give it another try.
I won't be expecting anything positive then either!