I was out riding today. Stopped at a city center to chill and be present. Got up and left but doubled back back real quick because I forgot my sunglasses—annoying but whatever, I turned around and rode back. As I pulled into the parking spot I saw a girl walking her dog across the street. Cute, black hair. Made eye contact. Gut said, “If she walks back across my path, I’ll open.”
She does. I pop my gloves off, visor pops up, leave the helmet on, and walk up to the sidewalk.
Me: “I have to ask—who’s more trouble, you or the dog?”
She smiles. Says the dog’s good. I can’t hear her well but I catch something about “grey visor.”
Me: “Oh yeah? You ride?”
She perks up slightly. Says she’s saving up for a 636. Asks what I ride. I give her the bike year and throw in a small joke about mine being the baby version of others. She laughs. Then she says, “Wanna follow my business Instagram?”
I look at her. Me: “That seems non-personal.” (Smirk. Calm.)
She laughs again, says she does visor engravings. Starts pulling it up. I tap the tension back in.
Me: “If you did one for me I might let you get my number.”
She looks at me and says, “You don’t wanna mess with me, I’m trouble.”
Me: “I promise I’m more trouble.”
She smiles, pauses, and goes, “Alright, well I’ll catch you around.”
Me: “Yeah?” (Smile. Nod. Calm.) I walk away. Mount up. Ride off.
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Reflection:
Not a number close. No pull. But that’s not the point.
The point is: I acted. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t beg. I didn’t chase. I held the flame and walked off before it went out.
She opened the door with eye contact and returning proximity. I stepped in. I teased, flipped her business follow into a personal test, and escalated lightly. She soft-closed, and I let her. Frame intact.
A month ago I would’ve never done this. A week ago I’d have over-explained, probably tried to win her. Today I was the fire.
And whether or not she comes back around, I didn’t chase the fantasy. I lived it for a moment.
Lesson:
Frame isn’t what you say. It’s what you don’t do when the room tests you.
The fire lives, even when the night ends quiet.
Lone_Ranger 2 4d ago
right - all good, good to see you out there.
If I'm going to be honest, you fell into the trap of number collecting / number hunting.
the object should never be to 'get a number' . Women hand out the numbers like confetti....what they all want is a rosta of thirsty simps to make their phone go bing. They'll suck you into a text exchange that will go on for a few days and then ghost. She gave the game away when she offered you her insta.
Always escalate. Never make the number your goal. Be different, be direct, be commanding.
Next time, prolong the encounter. be playful. If she starts with the insta thing, just say 'I don't have insta - no time to waste on online stuff'. if she asks for your number 'I don't have a phone, I'm 100% IRL all the time' - this is an obvious joke, but you'll stand out.
you can also say - why do you need my number - she'll say, so I can contact you - just say ' Here i am - right in front of you.... lets go get a beer / coffee (depending on the time of day).
Always push, always be closing. Take her on an adventure. Control the time table.
superhitops 5d ago
If she is interested she will be around that place on similar time. "oh, fate brought us together". They do play this stunt and do believe this crap later.
A note: when they say they are trouble, believe them. This is vetting for cap save a hoe.
throwthatspiral 5d ago
I'm looking for fun, trouble. Back of the bike and flip the cops off. Wanted to pull that vibe