I did get that "one single solitary" approach in. It was NOT a good one, and the only reason I'm classing it as an "approach" was that I went up to the girl "with intent".
We were walking to a club, and I was hanging back, and this chick walked past me and I heard another chick behind me say something to her. The chick that walked by was okay, but nothing special, but the other chick (her friend) was pretty nice. I slowed down a step and turned to her and said "where are yous going?" ["yous" is the plural of "you" in colloquial Australian, btw]. She said the same club where I was headed, and I asked her a few questions about it. She was pretty receptive, but because I didn't show any sexual interest, we only stayed on that level of talking about the club.
As I said, only reason I class it as an "approach" is that I was attracted to her , and I DID want to escalate her -- but I just failed to.
I wasn't nervous at all about it, actually. I was kinda pissed off with other things about the night, and when i saw her, i was already in a sort "take no shyt" state, and my words to her flowed without any hesitation on my part. HOWEVER, there WOULD have been hesitation in escalating my words to a "sexual interest" level, but I just never got to that point -- because by the time she answered the few questions I had, we had reached the line, and she went to the guests' side and I didn't, and I just let it drop from there.
Anyway, as tiny as it is, it's SOMETHING to build on. Honestly, I just TELL that it's gonna get easier and easier to the point where it's a no-brainer. Pretty deadset confident about that.
The night itself was REALLY shyt though. We didn't even get into a club. My spirits were sunk right from the start of the night when my friend brought with him three other guys. One of them I knew, and he's pretty cool, but he was dressed down pretty bad. The other two I'd never met. One turned out to be pretty good guy, and was dressed good enough. The other dude was really quiet and NOT at all dressed to get into these clubs. I knew this right from the start. I just KNEW we weren't gonna get in anywhere. I can't fkkn believe guys will try to get into the more exclusive clubs when they are CLEARLY not dressed for it. Shyt, they were scarcely dressed good enough for the lesser clubs. And being older (late 20s), that was the nail in the coffin. Ho boy. Ridiculous. WHAT a fkkn waste of time it all was.
There was a good bit though. We went to some strip club first. Actually, that was my idea. Cos as I said, I knew we weren't gonna get into decent club, so I thought we might as well go somewhere where we WOULD get in, and that way not spend all night walking across town getting rejected from club to club. (Fkkn hell man, that was what actually happened. Like about five clubs we got knocked back from and I knew EXACTLY why, but these dudes were just oblivious to it all. Lol. I didn't wanna say it though.)
Anyway, back to the strippers.
Now, you know your approach anxiety is REALLY bad when you have trouble even going up to a stripper. Lol. But that's what fkkn happened! Man, I appear to be in much worse shape than I thought.
I have been to strippers PLENTY of times in years past. I really liked going there as a "warm up" to hitting a club. Just 'cos all that hot pyssy gets me pumped up for the rest of the night to come. And I've talked to them quite a bit.
Last night though, nope, I was prety freakin nervous.
I'd never actuall gotten a lap dance before, figuring it was waste of money. I used to just enjoy the view for free. But last night I got REALLY turned on by some of the babes there. I saw about three that I REALLY wanted to get a dance from.
The one I settled on going for, she walked past me, and I thought, oh stuff it, I'll get her. When i found her, she was talking to some bouncer next to the bar. As I walked past her, I made a motion with my head to "come over here". She just looked at me, and then sort of frowned, in a "whaddya want?" kind of way. I was thinking, wtf do u think I want, I want u to come over here. The bouncer then looked at me the same way and asked what I wanted. I go to him, "dude, what do u reckon? I want a dance off her".
Actually, I wanted to talk to her first, to sort of "set the mood" a bit, but I wasn't gonna explain all that to some bouncer fkkwit, cos it's pretty well obvious.
Anyway, the chick comes up to me and scolds me for going "like that" with my head, saying I should "ask" her to come over. Then, again -- lol -- she goes "what do I want". I was like, "I want u to dance for me". She grabbed (snatched, actually) my hand, and goes "okay, come on then". I go "hang on... what -- you're not into it?" She again goes that if I wanted her I was supposed to "talk" to her not go "like that" with my head. And she stormed off.
At first, I thought to myself wtf? "rejected" by a STRIPPER? I wanted to go after and say, "listen you fkkn idiot. I went 'like that' with my head cos I wanted to TALK to you, but I didn't wanna interrupt your convo with the bouncer dude. I thought ANY fkkin idiot would understand THAT". So I went after her, but she'd disappeared somewhere.
I think what it is, is that they don't like being treated like hors, and she got pyssed off cos that's what she thought I was doing. Well, fair enough, I was in a pretty ****y mood that night, so it might have seemed that way.
Anyhoo, almost straight after that, I saw this other one that I liked, but she was talking to some guy, but looking towards me. I raised my eyebrows in a "hi" manner and just hanged out nearby. She excused herself from the guy and came over to me. We said hi and I go to her "you look REALLY good". She goes "thanks, so do you". This chik had this really seductive smile on her. I was thinking she must get a LOT of customers with that smile. And yeah, it hooked me in, too, and I cut to the chase and go to her "listen, you really do it for me. I want u to dance for me". And off we went to some (semi) private room.
Interesting bit was, she started doing her thing, and then, as she was "riding" me, and had her head next to mine, she gave my ear a really nice lick. That turned me on BAD. But I was kinda confused by it, cos since I'd never had a lap dance before, I wasn't sure if that was a "standard" thing to do.
What a bytch man, lol. She turned me on that fkking bad with that little lick, but then it left me wondering the rest of the dance, and I didn't enjoy it as much as I otherwise would have, cos I kept thinking.. hang on man.. does it means she LIKES me? lol..
I didn't wanna seem like some fkkn chump stripper's-customer fooling himself into thinking the stripper wanted him in any way, but at the same time, i couldn't help but think that licking my ear was probably not something they do to everyone. Bytch!
I didn't even talk to her after it, cos I didn't want it to come out like I'm "trying to pick up a stripper", cos that feels uncomfortable to me cos I keep thinking that probably EVERY guy fancies his chances with her after she's danced, and I didn't wanna be some "average chump".
Anyway, the reason I say the strip club was a good experience is that it threw an interesting light on my approach anxiety. The reason I say that is 'cos these are chicks that, really, CAN'T "reject" you (my little previous misunderstanding with one aside). And yet, I was still VERY reluctant to even talk to them, let alone "approach" them (if that means trying to pick up). To me, that has me questioning just how comfortable around really hot chicks I ACTUALLY am, as opposed to how comfortable I THOUGHT I was -- ESPECIALLY in a "sexually charged" way.
See, the brain doesn't REALLY compute that "this is a strip club" and that "these are strippers". The more powerful bit of information flowing to the brain is that "these are hot chicks". And the reluctance to speak in a "sexually charged" manner arises from the "hot chicks" reality that the brain notices.
So I'm thinking a useful AID (but certainly no SUBSTITUTE) would be getting used talking to these strippers in that "sexualy charged" way I alluded to. Because, again, the brain registers that they are "hot babes" much more powerfully than it does that they are "strippers". Therefore the increased comfort level that develops translates across to OTHER hot babes that are not strippers. This is my theory anyway.
And even if it doesn't work, spending a few evenings a week for a few weeks in the presence of hot naked babes is not a bad way to pass the time.
