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I a) forgot to type the pledge, and b) didn't approach drop-dead beautiful women, so I have to nix this for now. However, given my proximity to FIDM as referenced below, I'm not going to have any excuses to get started soon.
Ok, so I've decided that I'm going to jump directly into this challenge essentially cold turkey, with limited research performed (my knowledge to date was gleaned from reading up to page 194 in Neil Strauss's "The Game" and a few Johnny Wolf blog postings) and zero professional training. The only way I'm going to get over my fear of hot women is by tackling it head on. If I can make one promise to everyone on this board, it's that I will never attempt to embellish a field report, or in other words, I refuse to be a keyboard jockey. If I try to do that, I will never improve and will only be cheating myself from the outset. I need your honest input in order to better mysef. So here goes...
The night is far from over here, but I wanted to start things off before I had a drink, and luckily, a Hispanic 6 indirectly got the ball rolling for me. I was at the intersection of Hill and Olympic heading westbound on my way home, and got caught at a red light in the right lane. This aforementioned chick, jib-jabbering away to someone in Spanish with her cell phone pressed against her ear (apparently she didn't get the memo), was in the right-turn-only lane, and decided that she wanted to keep heading south. Sensing this, I pulled my car up closer to the crosswalk, and she immediately followed suit. Now, mind you, as little as a month ago, being the AFC I am, I would have just mumbled under my breath and haplessly let the girl proceed to cut me off. But things have fucking changed.
I rolled down my window, and to her surprise, bellowed commandingly: "Don't even think about it."
Nearly dropping the cell phone, she looked at me with a distressed look of shock and responded meekly, "What, huh?"
"Don't even *FUCKING* think about cutting me off."
I think I scared the chick senseless, because when the light turned green, it seemed as if she went in reverse, if anything, submitting to my dominant command.
Now, in retrospect, given the fact this chick was actually mildly attractive, my second line to her probably should have been: "You can't cut me off without paying a toll, which summarily consists of your telephone number."
Would it have worked? Probably not, but it was worth a shot. Either way, I felt like a badass albeit for a brief moment.
Continuing along my route home, I swung by FIDM (I live nearby this school, and as many of you LA denizens are aware, this place is a fucking gold mine for sarging young HBs -- please keep that in mind!) and got caught at another red light going northbound on Hope at 9th., I looked to my left, and lo and behold, spotted an Asian 8 walking away from campus and preparing to cross 9th heading north. She had a fair complextion, excellent body and was very fashionably dressed (A FIDM student with sartorial style? Go figure.), which compelled me to approach. Unfortunately, I was constrained by my car, and before I mustered up the courage to roll down my window and say anything, she was already crossing the street, and I was passing her from behind making a right turn on 9th. I said, as confidently and emphatically as possible, "I love your boots" while trying to maintain a lighthearted tone that would ellicit some type of gratuitous response, but she didn't turn her head. Style was right: never approach girls from behind, it's just bad news. I will never try that again; it was a huge AFC attempt. But at least it was an attempt.
Last edited by Olympic & Grand on 09 Dec 2008, 12:43, edited 2 times in total.
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