Euro-jaunt …chapter five

You are born and then eventually you die, but during that bit in the middle you can do anything you put your mind to. I made a decision I’d do whatever it took to gain the confidence to talk not just to women, but anybody, regardless of where I was or where I was going or the time of day. It was time to eradicate my shyness once and for all.

We met on Northumberland Street, Newcastle’s main shopping hub. It was a week before I was due to go see Michael in Leeds and Sheffield. Bodi had agreed to give me a crash course on approaching girls during the daytime. He gave me strict instructions that I wouldn’t be allowed to talk to anybody for the first half hour, that we’d just be walking around looking for girls to approach despite not being able to.
“Where’s the logic in this?” I asked, when I seen an adorably cute saucer eyed girl walk by.
“It creates emotional leverage, so that you have the drive to go for it once we pass the deadline, a bit like a car reving it’s engine before a race.”
“Ok, so what happens if I still daren’t approach after we pass the deadline?”
“If you still have anxiety I’ll have you approaching grandma’s telling them how nice their scarf is until you get over it.”
Even complimenting paisley scarfs seemed daunting at this point, but he was right, once the curfew was lifted I was a little more eager to ‘go direct.’ There were a few nervous interactions to start with but then I told a sexy university student she had a nice walk and she smiled with delight, we got chatting about her plans for the weekend and after five minutes of fluff chatter she gave me her number. Another half hour went by and another number. By the end of the afternoon I had four numbers. Bodi had sporadically done approaches too and was on a natural high, “I’m in a flow state,” he smiled, “I haven’t been in state in years!”
It was the first time I’d seen him with a real genuine and happy expression on his face. He said it was from seeing me succeed, but also from having several positive interactions himself. It was one of those high five moments, but when I threw my hand in the air he looked down at me and his eyebrows began to fuse together in the middle. I patted him on the shoulder instead.
It felt like a breakthrough, I was pleased with myself and I could tell Bodi was proud of me too.
“If only we could get Ash to come out and do daygame,” Bodi sighed.
“I think his plan is to just wait until autumn and go to South America for their summer, he reckons the fact he has blue eyes and speaks Spanish will make him irresistible, plus they have bigger tits and ass over there so he prefers it. He’s talking about a few days in Marbella in a couple of months to practice his Spanish, would you be up for going too?”
Bodi looked at me sternly, “I would actually pay not to go to Marbella thanks.”
“It’ll be good to get some winter sun, I’ll definitely be going.” I insisted.
We spent the rest of the afternoon discussing game in Café Nero. He was really inspiring me with his daygame stories from traveling around Europe. He explained how he’d started out by taking a bootcamp with a guy called Nick Krauser. I’d heard the name once when someone mentioned he was on the London Real YouTube channel, I didn’t even realise he was from Newcastle.
“Yeah Krauser’s probably the most influential daygamer there is, everybody in the daygame community follows his material, especially since he wrote the book Daygame Mastery.”
“He sounds cool, you should bring him out with us on a night out, it would be great to meet him.”
“No. He has an annoying habit of liking to be the top dog, he’ll be extra nice to you to start with and then before you know it he’ll have asserted himself as the leader and you’ll find your yourself whimsically pandering to him. Plus, I don’t think he would be interested anyway.”
I made a mental note to look up his videos and simply nodded. I was sure that wouldn’t be the case. I figured Bodi just just didn’t want to fight for the role of mentorship
Meanwhile I’d fired off text messages to the four girls I’d met. Only one replied. Which was disheartening. Within the course of the next week she stopped responding, but that weekend gave me the thrill I needed to continue. When I reached Leeds to pick up Michael for a day in Sheffield I felt optimistic and motivated.

Michael lived in student accommodation at the Leeds university. He had an interesting range of books on his shelves and I could tell he had more about him intellectually than most.
“Ready for today then?” He smiled.
“Well, gotta start somewhere right?” I winked, “I went out with Bodi the other day, he helped me push through the first few interactions. He was a great motivator.”
“Well you only have me today and I’m probably more anxious than you are.”
We drove to Sheffield. It was a cold day but the sun was shining at least. Excitement was in the air, both of us could sense it but neither of us mentioned it. We parked up and walked out into the city centre. There were decidedly more pretty girls in Newcastle but that was no excuse.
“She looks your type.” I nudged Michael and pointed at a Japanese looking girl in baggy black pants and an oversized winter coat.
“Nah, I don’t like her style. What about her for you?” He pointed over to a mixed race girl with three gold chains around her neck.
“To chavvy.” I replied.
“Or maybe her instead.” This time he pointed to a plump girl wearing a long flowing dress. She wore a strange hat with a feather in it.
“I don’t like her hat. You talk to this one though.” A petite girl walked towards us looking happy and approachable.
“Nah, she walks funny.”
On it went. We both found every excuse we could think of to not approach. The day was turning into a waste of time. We decided to go eat something instead and had a pub lunch in the hope it would energise us.
It did the opposite.
Driving home I put the failures of that day behind me and focused on Marbella. ‘I’ll have the holiday vibe,’ I thought to myself, ‘that’ll make all the difference.’
By the time the Marbella trip did come around in late March, I’d had several Saturday afternoons out practicing daygame with Chris. I’d eventually gotten over the initial approach anxiety and talked to nearly thirty girls, but still had no dates.
During the many conversations with Chris during those days we came to the conclusion that anytime we approached a girl, whether it be directly telling her you are interested, or indirectly asking her some benign question with the ‘intent’ to get to know her, it counted as an approach. Whereas warm up approaches on overweight girls and grandma’s didn’t count.

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