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The story begins in Cardiff, me and my friend Trev arrived by train and met, as arranged, up with a dude whom I befriended on MPUAforum.
We walked down the road, that has O'Neil's and Walkabout (I don't know the street names) on in it, towards the castle. We discussed, with our new wing, Steve, how he goes about gaming. He told us he usually likes to solo mission, manly, and he likes to warm up with general question such as "Where is 'XYZ?'" To people down a strip of the road.
We turned down one of the side streets towards the city centre - it's the one with coffee shops, pubs, and that lovely pasty shop on the corner - we hadn't actually approached yet. In conversation, my attention shifted to a pretty little two set at this pub - the name of which escapes me, but, it has outside seating and the prominent colour of the de-core was red about half way down the street - we walk past them, about ten metres and I stop, in regret of the passing by of the opportunity. Deep in conversation, my friend, Trevor and Steve don't question my motive for stopping, but they preceded to stop anyway. I consider going back, to open, and get the ball rolling, and act on my desires. My attention briefly switches to Steve and Trevor as they are discussing a subject currently very beneficial to me - openers. Steve told Trevor how he once opened a sitting set with the line "sorry I'm late." Bam! That was all I needed. I took a deep breath; without hesitation I approached the girls. This is how it unfolded:

I sit down on a chair directly on there table, and get one suspicious, positive "wtf" look, to the left of me (HB 7.5) and one very suspicious "wtf look, from the left of me (HB6).
Wordsworth: hey guys sorry I'm late, the traffic's an epic nightmare.
(They look to each other and look back to me.)
Wordsworth: So, what's up guys?
(Their original curious expressions remain.)
Wordsworth: What, why you guys looking at me like that?
HB6: Can we help you?
Wordsworth: What? Ellen...Cathy, what's going on?
(My approaches usually come with a natural smile, I like to think of it as 'cheeky', rather than 'nervous' but as my adrenaline was sarging around my body throughout, it's more likely to be a bit of both.
HB7.5 remains silent with an inquisitive, smiley, look. HB6, arms folded and 'stand offish' body language . I make the micro-decision to focus my main communication towards HB6 and break down her walls, to get to lovely HB7.5.)
Wordsworth: Hey, I'm just joking guys. You don't have to get rid of me just yet, I'm only going to be a minute. I just fancy a chat. What's your guys names by the way? I'm Sam. (pleasantries follow, with a handshake and they announce their real names. In set I never acknowledge there names, this isn't a conscious effort, however, it conveniently, benefits me when I introduce girls to the always imminent, 'coincidental', arrival of my friend) So, what are we guys doing today? Having drinks in this lovely...café, or...pub? (I notice they are both drinking a 'smoothie looking' red drink.) where the hell are we anyway? I'm not from around here. I came to Cardiff today to meet some cool people make friends, and that, you know - so where are we?
HB6: 'Orelmrfy', (or that's what was received by my nerve noised reception)
HB7.5: Oh, cool, cool. What we drinking, then? (I pick up HB7.5's drink) it looks delish! can I have a bit? (I hesitate but still pull the black straw towards my dry mouth. I sensed, somehow, she didn't mind. I took a sip of the strawberry, IOI, acceptance prop. )
Wordsworth: Mmmm, Whoa! That's freking sweet! Is it alcoholic?
*nods*
Wordsworth: It is?! Wow, it's like one o'clock! You dirty little alchi's. TBF, I just had a pint a second ago, can you tell?

I had a swift thought about my wings and I wondered if they would join me. In a coincidental occurrence, I see Trev, approach my newly hooked set from the left side of me, with Steve slightly more hesitantly behind him. He looks to me with a smile and...

Trevor: Hey mate, what's going on?
Wordsworth: Heeey, here he is. Alright mate, just having a drink with my friends - Ellen and - Cathy - yer pull up a seat mate.
(They both look and smirk at me with annoyance and humour.)
HB6: Yer, we don't know him. (HB6's brief acceptance of me is short lived)
Wordsworth: -Yer, just chilling with ma' mates here, with a lovely cocktail - so girls, what do you think of guys that approach girls during the day, to pick then up - I ask because I'm doing a survey for research purposes. I left my clip board at home but I've memorized the answer options. They are:

ONE: It is great
TWO: Yer why not, you only live once.
THREE: go for it, playa'!

HB6: HA! Too be honest, I think it's OK as long as you don't approach girls that are by themselves, that's a bit creepy.
HB7.5: ...Yer.

PUA translation: It's OK to pick US up because we are not alone. Show us what yo' got, playa'.

Wordsworth: Ok, I'm taking a mental note and your information will be added to the database. - soo, guys what do you do? for jobs you know, other than when you're spinning your phone like that - (HB6 was holding her phone, in-between her index finger and thumb and flicking it with the other fingers on the same hand) - that's a pretty impressive little trick, you could sell phones and use that as a marketing tool-
HB6: I do sell phones, that's my job.
Wordsworth: No way?! seriously?! do you use that little trick when you sell to customers - you know spin it on you finger, and maybe do two at a time and one on the foot - I bet you sell tons of phones.

HB6 smiles and nods throughout my banter but at once it fades, slightly, she crosses her arms and goes back to her default defensive mode - whereas HB7.5 remains open, entertained , and one would hope, affluently filled with attraction, throughout. To me, I felt, a HB6 - win, would be a guaranteed N-close.

HB6: So what do YOU do then?
Wordsworth: Ass model . (that old chestnut. I find, it is always most effective, spoken sharp, abrupt and in the supposed expectation that no more questions will be followed by the receiver.)
HB6: Hm. Ok.
Trevor: Yer, you know Pierce Brosnan in Golden Eye has that scene in the shower with that steaming hot brunette - yer, it cuts from Pierce front to back, and when it's shot from behind, it is Sam. (I sit with a modest smug expression.)
Wordsworth: I am James Bond's ass.
Trevor: Pierce Brosnan is really self conscious about his body, and apparently has a - FULL ON - flabby ass.

We routinely use the ass model gambit time and time again, it always follows a simular back and forth approach, in terms of our speach - Being good, long term friends, me and Trev have a natural chemistry which has developed into a humorous, energetic, systematic yet always spontaneous transaction, that leads us both with DHV.

Wordsworth: What about you, what do you do - stripper, right?
HB7.5: *Gasp*. Ha. not anymore - nooo, I'm a waitress.
Wordsworth: ...Well, to be fair it's not a bad profession all you have to do is take your close off, and any mug can do that, I should know.
HB6: By the way, that's a REALLY good way to pick-up.( your sarcasm is palatable)
Wordsworth: What stripping? Ok. (Your choice of linguistics backfires to epic proportions)
- as I abruptly jump up and start to give a dodgy, jivey dance. I think at which point may have started to mumble "You can leave your hat on" by Tom Jones". Surrounded by laughter and awkward appreciation, I slowly zipped down my jacket, spin, and shake my thang' towards HB6. With a swift reverse spin I elegantly glance my Lycra jacket in the direction of Miss-moody-pants, were it gracefully and precisely splats on her unappreciative face and stays there, to an eruption of infectious laughter from my favourite wing. Presumingly HB6 realises her new face garment isn't very becoming of a young women in our modern society, she wips it of onto the floor, in a raging swipe that reveals a face, so dreadfully intent on holding back a smile . In the process I wish we well, explain my departure is due and ask her to remind me her name. I turn to face the entertained HB7.5...

Wordsworth: ...and your name?
HB7.5:lau-
Wordsworth: ...and your number?
HB7.5: um. wha. I have - a boyfriend
Wordsworth: Great, can he cook?
HB: Huh-


HB7.5 and HB6 are silenced, the final hurdle, the final shit test, the words every chode dreads and every PUA has to calculate the perfect response to. It is achieved. HB7.5 is aware of this and I sense a relief and appreciation for our solid game, to more than warrent the transaction. Not even a HB6 cock-block could stop her friend tapping the screen that is now put in front of her, nor would she want to.


Wordsworth: Fantastic, enter your digits here...

I search in vein for the key pad option - it's touch screen, no keys.


Fuck.

Blast you, desingers of the ambiguous symbols on the application menu for Samsung Galaxy Appollo 1508!

Wordworth: ...

The silent time was filled with me anxiously looking for the key pad application, I scambble each option, in vein, only to open up programs such as 'Messages' and 'Phonebook', time rolled on and in in my panic, I even managed to open the internet browser that ironically opened up straight to the MPUAforum. I was assigned to my fate.

Wordsworth: Say it out load and I'll memorize it.
(HB7 gave only, an apologetic look. I turned to HB6)
Wordsworth: Do you know it?
HB6: 1-2-3-4-5
Wordsworth: HA! you know it by heart, I think you may have a stalker. Nice to meet you guys anyway.

I completely enjoyed that set and would like to thank Steve for bringing the "sorry I'm late" opener to my attention. We preceeded to approach girls throughout the day with results as positive, and were as fun as this particular set, along with the inevitable blown sets, that become eaily forgot with great sets, which egnite your fires inside.

Wordsworth

St. Mary's street.

Skimmed your conversation, seems awkward and forced but whatever

Nah, it was actually a lot of fun.


Wordsworth

I was about to blaze you K for calling Cardiff turd... But then I realised... You're right! (speaking for experience! Lived there for 5 years...)

You think Cardiff is bad, try living out in the sticks! Cardiff is a good night out for me!

I like Cardiff, but not for the nightlife

I did live out in the sticks! Caerphilly! Gaarrrrhh!

Nah it wasn't all bad... Just too 1 dimensional for me.