I had a lot of fun this weekend. It was the first time I took a chance one afternoon and talked to more than one woman on the same day. I talked to a total of 5 women last weekend. The first was an Italian woman who must have been about 42 years old but man, did she look good. There wasn't a single grey hair on her head and she wore these dark, blue sweat pants and a dark blue sweat shirt and white sneakers. When she walked, her ass, which was so huge and firm, kept shaking. Everyone turned around and was looking and commenting. I got a chance to talk to her and I sweet talked her and she sweet-talked back to me, and although she told me she was involved with someone, she thanked me for taking the initiative to talk to her and hoped more men would; then she told me she thought I was very handsome, before we parted ways.
Now to the ridiculous experience I had. These days, to improve my conversation and flirting skills, I talk to as many women as possible, even if they may not be the ones I generally go for in terms of looks. Such was the case with the second woman-she was a short, heavy-set white woman, probably in her mid 20s and she had on these black, spandex pants that augmented her ass. She was sweating, having just returned from a gym. I took a chance and started off a conversation with her and we began walking. Then at some point, she told me she had to get into an apartment complex before I got the chance to flirt/sweet talk her, so we parted ways abruptly. I could detect a sense of discomfort and fear when I approached her (for black men approaching white women in America, it's often a challenge for the most part-you never know if she might be racist and prejudiced) and a forceful "Nice talking to you. Thanks." Less than 2 minutes later, I looked behind and who did I see? the same woman leaving the apartment complex where she was supposedly going to, and crossing the other side of the street.
I just laughed in my heart because I looked at it as her own loss rather than mine. Interestingly, the experience had absolutely no effect on me. It didn't bother me at all. Instead, I just kept on motivated to talk to more women. It's amazing some of the things certain women will do...but again, she's history. I don't give a damn.
The next two women were at my gym. One of them, whom I had been eyeing for a few weeks, informed me that she was married, and with the second, although we had a great conversation and all, I chose to take it slowly, asking her simply: "Will you be here next Saturday?" To which she responded "Maybe." The most important thing, I got to introduce myself to her when she came and sat next to me while I used one of the machines and we now know each other's names.
I agree with those who say that this is all about a numbers game, and I won't stop talking. Something is definitely changing. I seem to be getting attention from women who previously didn't used to look at me almost everywhere I go-on the bus, in shopping malls when I'm just walking around, etc. From now henceforth, I won't spare any woman I feel attracted to who I see on the street. The feeling of not trying and regretting later on is way too strong than at least trying and not getting the outcome that you would have hoped for.
Now to the ridiculous experience I had. These days, to improve my conversation and flirting skills, I talk to as many women as possible, even if they may not be the ones I generally go for in terms of looks. Such was the case with the second woman-she was a short, heavy-set white woman, probably in her mid 20s and she had on these black, spandex pants that augmented her ass. She was sweating, having just returned from a gym. I took a chance and started off a conversation with her and we began walking. Then at some point, she told me she had to get into an apartment complex before I got the chance to flirt/sweet talk her, so we parted ways abruptly. I could detect a sense of discomfort and fear when I approached her (for black men approaching white women in America, it's often a challenge for the most part-you never know if she might be racist and prejudiced) and a forceful "Nice talking to you. Thanks." Less than 2 minutes later, I looked behind and who did I see? the same woman leaving the apartment complex where she was supposedly going to, and crossing the other side of the street.
I just laughed in my heart because I looked at it as her own loss rather than mine. Interestingly, the experience had absolutely no effect on me. It didn't bother me at all. Instead, I just kept on motivated to talk to more women. It's amazing some of the things certain women will do...but again, she's history. I don't give a damn.
The next two women were at my gym. One of them, whom I had been eyeing for a few weeks, informed me that she was married, and with the second, although we had a great conversation and all, I chose to take it slowly, asking her simply: "Will you be here next Saturday?" To which she responded "Maybe." The most important thing, I got to introduce myself to her when she came and sat next to me while I used one of the machines and we now know each other's names.
I agree with those who say that this is all about a numbers game, and I won't stop talking. Something is definitely changing. I seem to be getting attention from women who previously didn't used to look at me almost everywhere I go-on the bus, in shopping malls when I'm just walking around, etc. From now henceforth, I won't spare any woman I feel attracted to who I see on the street. The feeling of not trying and regretting later on is way too strong than at least trying and not getting the outcome that you would have hoped for.
