I got a girls phone number!

Woot woot I've had my first success today, during my trip to Westfield shopping centre in Stratford, East London, where I got a girl's number!
Am very happy!

But first to the past few days.

On Friday 30th Dec I chatted to a few women in the shopping arcade up the escalators at Victoria station. No positive results, but one woman said "oh thank you" with a smile when I said what a nice fur coat she was wearing.
Would have been even nicer if I had a chance to look at the nice bit of fur between her legs, wey hey I'd have got her smiling even more then!

But I digress.

On new year's day I went to Reading, but there were few women there, and I didn't approach anyone. The problem is that looking out for women is an occupation that takes all of your mind, and this time I needed to buy a shirt, so I missed a few opportunities.
Mind you when I am looking for women it is so easy to become unaware of just where you are; I have strayed into the lingerie and homeware sections of several department stores in recent weeks, and that alone must have freaked out a few of them.
Bras to buy; I'll just blame it on the man-boobs!

Then last night I went to Westfield shopping centre, the new one in West London.
Started out badly when I blurted out "you are very beautiful" completely out of context after a few opening lines to a french girl, at which point she gave me a puzzled scowl, and I retreated to the safety of the food court.
But after a well nice mararoni cheese I got talking to a tall foxy lady in Superdry. She was spanish on holiday for a week in London she told me. Fantastic, so she'll be gagging for it then!
Or so I thought..
My next line delivered was:

    "The real reason I have come to talk to you is that I think you are a very beautiful woman, and I had to say Hi!"

Not badly delivered, I thought. I'm getting better.
And her reception to this was very positive:

    "Ah thank you very much, it is really sweet of you to say that!"

cool!

    "But I cannot meet you this week because I have my husband and my children with me" she continued, "and it would be very crowded all of us together"

er, right, all of together yes? ..I'm starting to understand how the age of consent in Spain is 12.

WTF!

erm erm. I paused. "Right.. " I said, trying to play for time while my brain tried to figure out what to do next.
But the moment had gone, along with my sense that I would always understand what a woman might say to me in all situations. hoho.

I managed to chat to three girls in TopShop.   .. A store that will henceforth be called HottieShop, or HottieTottyShop. Some fantastic tits on those birds..


Westfield Stratford
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And now on to today's success; my first "number close".
I have decided now to standardise on opening a girl with an initial inane question, and then if she doesn't walk away tell her that I think she is beautiful.
Then ask some warmup questions, before finally announcing that I have to go, but "we'll meet up for a drink to get to know each other better" and could she enter her digits into my phone.

With a bit of luck the success of this approach will allow me to enter my "big digit" into something that she's got near her pocket as well! <evil laugh>

When I arrived at the other giant "Westfield" shopping centre in London, the one at Stratford, I was initially disappointed because there were fewer single women there. I spent ages moping around a weird and wonderful selection of shops selling everything from bespoke gold coins to designer chocolate.
Then as I was about to leave John Lewis, there was a sexy black girl browsing the ladies hand bags.

"Hi. Could you tell me, are these bags all for women? Are there any mens ones here?"

She smiled!

Can't remember what she replied though, and I could not continue the conversation because a butch lesbian came right up to us both.

But a few seconds I spoke to her again and said that I had to come and talk to her because she was so beautiful. She said "thanks very much" and looked really pleased.
Maybe she's a hooker, I feared.

But like a pro (and actually I did feel quite confident at this point, strangely) I asked her some questions. And she complained that she "felt like I was interviewing her"
lol "interviewing girls" is what you should avoid, say the trainers.
But this was not a problem, as I delivered my close:

    "I've got to go now, but we should meet up for a drink in a nice bar near here in the next two days. Enter your digits into my phone, and I'll call you tomorrow to arrange"
   
She said yes, and I got her number.
   
Way to go!
   
So I've passed the first milestone.
Yes there are plenty of milestones yet to be passed, and I am sure there will be many setbacks.

But I'm on my way!


p.s. On the overground train back to Islington I got chatting to a 22 year old babe. Although I didn't get her number (she "couldn't remember it") I did give her my business card, and she gave an enthusiastic yes when I suggested that she email me.

Rock on..