I arranged to meet WildOats, an aspiring PUA from my area. Before arriving I felt nervous, and continued feeling nervous the whole hour or so we were sarging. We met in the Starbucks section of a Target, and chatted briefly. I could tell for sure that he was nervous too. I didn't know where to stand. I wanted so badly to avoid lurking while at the same time observing what was going on. Finally, I talked to a girl in a red vest who I asked to lead me to an item I needed. Afterward, I ran the "Ex-Girlfriend" opener. I don't remember what I said exactly, but I got a laugh and afterward did not come up with a new topic of discussion, so offered an unsolicited (needy) hand shake and excused myself. As WildOats followed me around Target he was very ready to push me forward, but not so willing to make an approach. He wouldn't admit it but in my opinion he had serious aa. I decided it was time to leave Target (against WildOats protest) and on the way out stopped at the self-checkout counter and began a conversation with a 7 who appeared to be in her thirties. The fact that WildOats was there made this much easier. I am establishing a good eye foot connection.
Dusty:Hi. Could I have your opinion on something?
Dusty: Ex girlfriend opener.
HB7: I don't know...does he include his girlfriend when him and his Ex hang out?
Dusty:NO!.....That is a good point. I've asked a few people about this and no one has made that point.
HB7: Yea it really depends on that and whether there's some tension between him and his ex.
-The whole time she is talking to me, she is continuing to check out, running items past the scanner. Bad sign.
HB7; When you get to a certain age you tend not to care as much. I'm still friends with all my ex's.
Dusty:No bad breakups?
HB7: hahaha (genuine laughter..?) Like I said after a while you eventually learn to..
-Now that I am writing it out I realize she was drawing attention to our age difference (I am 21 look 17) in order to disqualify me. What came out of my mouth next follows, what my brain said precedes.
Dusty: (A certain age? Don't pretend to be old and wise on me now)
Dusty: Yea, right a certain age! Like what?
HB7; (unshaken) Haha Well since you ask-
Dusty: I'm just kidding I don't want to know how old you are!
We laugh a little.
The conversation reaches an organic end and I do not attempt a Number Close.
Outside me and WildOats (nervously) discussed our differing views on technique and philosophy. I am fascinated by the tribal roots of our thinking and behaviour, while he seemed to think such explanations are over complicated and irrelevant. No more approaches after this, even though we did go to sprouts after Target. It felt somehow dangerous, what we were doing. I didn't want anyone to overhear us talking about picking up girls. It's as though we're not allowed to...
More reports to come, and WildOats if you read this feel free to call me out if you think any of this is bullspit or have any recommendations.