G.O.t.D - Day Four - The Actress

I started off the day pretty lazy. I knew that we were doing a workshop that night and I'd be sure to meet some hotties. So, I didn't even bother looking all day.

It wasn't the best idea, however, since it put a lot of pressure on the evening to pay off. And when I first arrived in the Marina, I wasn't opening anybody. I saw girls right and left and kept saying "oh... there'll be hotter." But, man hotter's gotta come eventually. Can't fight the inevitable.

And, then it all went down when I walked into Mel's Diner. I was waiting for a table when I saw a STUNNING blond. Fucking drop dead gorgous. The guys who were there will back me up on this.

She's eating with two older women (mom and auntie as it turns out).

No hesitation. I must go!

"Hey guys, is the food any good here?" I ask.

Then I bust on them, whatever they said. I don't really remember that much.

"Hey, are you mom and daughter?"

"Yes."

"Wow, you're daughter is really cute." I say to the mom.

Mom proudly replies, "Yeah, we just watched her debut in her first movie! It's not coming out for another couple months, but we were at the screening."

"Wow, congratulations. Sounds like fun." I replied. Still talking to the whole group... not going to isolate on the cutie just yet. There's no need. Her mom loves me.

I keep talking about god knows what. This and that.

Eventually the girl asks me: "So where do you go to school?" Whoa! ... That's a blast from the past.

I tell her quite bluntly that I'm 28. She's cool with it. I ask her where she goes to school. She says UC Berkeley! Holy Shit... that's my school! I say "Go Bears" and she lights up. I have her guess what my major was and she's very close - says molecular biology. I say "No, Chemistry."

I ask her and she says that she's just a Freshman. Sherlock Holmes would easily deduce that she must therefore be 18 years old (plus or minus a year). Holy shit again!

I keep bantering and flirting with the girl and with her mom and auntie. I work the whole table while they wait for food. Actually, her mom and auntie were way cool. I even asked if she would be my auntie too.

Eventually, I ask the girl: "So, do you come out to San Francisco often?"
She says yes.

Cool. I say "We're throwing a Party and you should join us." (had to give a little reason there so that it all looked kosher for the parents.)

She's way into it. I tell her to give me her email (so that I'll put her on the guest list). She says "give me your number." And brothers... she said it in a good way. Like "Give me your number!" :)

I take her phone and dial my number and call my phone.

I talk a little more and their food arrives and I say goodbye.

As she's leaving the restaurant, I smile and wave at Auntie. She smiles and waves back, which catches the eye of my hottie. So, the hottie turns and waves and then mouths the words to me across the restaurant. "Call me!"

Wow... this girl was loving it!

So, out of 4 days, I've got two mom daughter sets. Guess that's my calling in life.

This girl is by far the hottest yet. I got home and googled her and the first listing for her name is her imdb profile. I'll say no more. Eighteen year old actress/slash/UC Berkeley Business student.

Boys, you know I'm smiling tonight.

G.O.t.D - Day Three - La Projecta San Francisca

For those who didn't figure it out...

That's the female version of El Projecto San Francisco (my home)

Perhaps I should explain further.

About a half an hour ago, I was returning from dinner with two housemates. Pasta Pomodoro. At the front door of our home, I was heavily in the middle of a speech about how one of my girls has suddenly become distant, and I'm so upset. When all of a sudden, this tall skinny blond comes walking down the sidewalk.

Split second! No time to think; Only act.

But no, there was a split second. One split second just long enough to think back... hmmm.... "is she the hottest girl today?" ... hmmm... Let's see....

>>>>

Today started out like yesterday. Another long day of work, couped up in the house. I looked out the window a few times and saw some cuties. I decided to pass. There would be hotter, I know.

Eventually, I had to leave the house - a quick walk down to Bank of America. Would there be cute girls? I didn't know, but this seemed like my best bet for the day.

I went in the bank and well, the teller was pretty cute. Just my type - another chubby asian girl. Not super hot by any means, but I liked her. But, I didn't flirt much since she was working. Just enough to put a smile on her face.

Walking out, there were still no hotties, so I decided to go to Walgreens. My favorite spot. I walked through the aisles, and well... oh, actually... hmm.... yeah, she's ok. She's definitely cute. Ok, that's a start. Let's do it.

Doh! She was walking up to the cashier right then. Bad timing, but no big deal. I just waited and caught her right as she was walking through the door.

"Hey, do you know where to get Ice Cream around here?"
(My default indirect day game opener. It usually works because I really love Ice Cream, and then I bust on them for not being Ice Cream Conniseurs. Robert1 has seen me execute this ... um.. well... he saw me tank with it. And this time was not much different)

"Uh, yeah. Right up the street."

1,2,3
Right? AoR graduates chant along with me. One - Two - Three.
One complete, now Two.

"Cause you look like you know ice cream."

Ouch. hmmm... where'd that come from? No laugh. Not even a smile. ugh... Come on Two... come on Daniel... do the Two.. Two, damn it!

"Uh... well, cause you like totally know all the ice cream spots around here."

?? That's not funny, Daniel! Damn it. No laugh. Ugh... well.... uh... ok...

"Um... ok. I'll check it out later."

"Bye"

She walked away. Not a great set, and quite frankly the girl wasn't anything dreamy or anything. Oh well. It counts! Fuck it. I tried. No one's gonna tell me I didn't try. Green check mark, here I come!

And, with that I walked home smiling.

But, only a couple hours passed until I was once again in the bay windows talking on my phone when another girl approached. Yes, she was hotter by far. Fuck! I've gotta go.

Chris H was on the other line: "Chris, I saw a hottie. I gotta go! No... Gotta go! Bye!"

I ran to my room and put on my flip flops and then ran down the stairs. By the time I got to the sidewalk she was a solid block away. Time for some excercise.

I ran like fuck to catch up, and slowed my pace a little as I neared so that I wouldn't startle her. When I arrived, she turned to look. I got her attention before saying anything. She stopped, and I stopped completely out of breath.

She looked at me with this look on her face like "Who the fuck...?"
"Who the fuck is this guy?" (in a good way. It was a mix of shock, disbelief, pure amusement, and curiousity.)

"Hey, you just walked by and I saw you and had to come running down here to catch up to you. You're cute."

Still, she just looked at me like "WTF?!"

I stopped talking and caught my breath. She was still staring at me in disbelief. "You ran?" She asked. "From where?"

"From the last street."

*pant pant*

"Anyway..."

Somehow I launched into conversation and she joined right along. It turned out she was from Pittsburgh, PA. She's here for three days for a conference. She's been cooped up in a hotel conference room the whole time and this is her first time to actually walk around and see the city. This girl had one-day-romance written all over her, but I had to work.

I walked with her to Washington Square Park, where I realized that flip flops and a t-shirt was not "outside clothing," and I got rather cold.

Literally, this girl was wandering aimlessly through SF. She was just yearning for a cool guy to tour with. But, really, I had to work... no time today. I had to say goodbye. We swapped numbers just in case she ever comes back. But, truthfully I'll never see her again.

So, I ran back home just as quickly. I returned to my work and felt happy that I had achieved my goal for the day.

So, who was this girl anyway. She had a sweet ass, perfectly framed in her light blue jeans. She had a caramel complexion - cuban perhaps? Mexican? Brazillian? No accent. Long ruffley hair. A great smile.

She was hot...

but was she the hottest...

And more importantly...

Was she as hot as....

>>>>>>>

"Hey, Wait!" I yell out as I step in front of the tall skinny blond walking in front of me and my house on this fine evening. I block her path.

"Stop for a second." I stop her in her tracks and she looks at me expectantly. "I just thought you were so cute that I had to stop you. What's your name?"

We exchange names.

"So you're my neighbor?!" I ask.

"Oh, you live here?" She says to me.

"Here? No! We're breaking in. We're theives! Can't you see their beanies?" (I point to my two roomates who are walking into the apartment with beanies on and looking back at me with sly grins.)

She laughs.

"Of course we live here! All that is ours up there" (I point to the second floor.)

"Wow, cool. Are you in a band?"

"Wha?? Why do you say that?"

"Well, 'cause why else would you have a big place like that?"

"Well, actually it's something completely different. We wanted to start a house that was a new culture, and the house we wanted to live in. One guy lived in a frat during college, I lived in a co-op. Other guys had other experiences and we wanted something that was a social place for people to get together, but wasn't a disorganized college mess."

We started into this thread of somewhat deeper rapport. I really explained to her what Project San Francisco was all about and what it means to me.

And, then it occurs to me. This girl HAS to come inside.

"Well, hey. You can come up for a minute and take a look."

"Uh..." she says as she backs away a little.

"Oh god, you're creeped out. Never mind. ...
... but hey, you should see it. We've got a fireplace and a pool table and a bar. It's one of a kind."

I continued on like this for a minute or two, "Oh man, you're still like: 'I'm not going up there'" I call out the elephant. "It's awesome you really have to see it. Just for a minute because I've got work to do."

"C'mon!"

"Let's go."

Finally, after much prodding, she agrees.

We begin walking up the stairs and she stops to say "I can't stay long."

Without missing a beat: "I didn't INVITE you for long!"

That set her straight :)

We walk up and of course as soon as she sees the inside she just says "Wow!"

And of course, I bust on her for not believing me. Relentless, I am.

I walk to the front room and put my phone away. I go back and join her: "OK. I'll give you the tour. But, that's it. I really have to work."

I give her the house tour, including the inside of my messy bedroom.
"My room's a mess"

"Well, it smells clean." She says. :) gGrls are so cute.


When she gets under the bright flourescents of the kitchen I'm a little shocked to see her real appearance. But, well, yeah she's still cute. As cute as the other girl? hmmm... maybe. Just about. Close enough.

At this point, she asks if we ever have parties. And, I invite her to our next party. She gets excited and says she will invite her roomates "Three girls. And they're all single too!" She says.

Holy Fuck! I tell her that they must be our sister house. La Projecta San Francisca. (oh, you see how it makes sense now, dontchya)

She agrees wholeheartedly. It's on. I like this girl (in a fun way) I'm excited about the potential here and have no desire to push this. 4 single girls is better than one. Even if they are just our sister house a few blocks away. We can party there, they can party here. It could be a lot of fun. So, I leave it at that and start to kick her out. I give her a big hug, and then another big hug.

She busts on me for the hugs (call's me "So Berkeley") I don't care. She liked it.

I walk her to the door and tell her that we're all gonna hang out and she's super excited too. Fantastic. I can't wait to meet the other three :)

So, the sidewalk in front of the house was fertile ground today. Blessings onto me.

25 more days of this? I'm gonna need god on my side.

G.O.t.D - Day Two - Little Italy

So Day One was rough.

Today, I just stayed home all day.

I looked out the window a bunch of times and saw a bunch of cute girls. None were supper hotties, and I knew that I could find another girl equally as hot if I had to.

But definitely some were cute. A couple of girls looked possibly under-aged. hmm... check the rule book. Still, I passed. I was working and didn't want to be bothered. Oh, this crazy challenge. I decided to just go out at some point for one walk down the street and hit on a girl and go home.

Time kept passing until now (about 9:30PM) And, I knew I had to get this over with.

I walked to Walgreens (I've seen some real hotties there before - occasional strippers getting off work from the Broadway joints) Nothing at Walgreens. I kept walking. Oh, this sucks. I didn't want to do it. I had nothing. I had no energy. I didn't feel good at all and wanted to go home and rest.

Whatever. Gotta do it. A goal's no good if it's easy.

Ok, I pass by the Italian restaurant on the corner of Vallejo. There she is. Fuckin' beautiful. Great body. Blond hair. Nice skin. Tall. Yummmy. I walk past and see menus in her hand. She is the matridee at the restaurant and in the middle of seating some people.

I hover and wait. When she goes back inside, I know what I have to do.

I walk in the front door, cold as fuck. No warm up sets. No talking, just meetings and emails all day long. Not the mood for flirting.

She gets excited that I've come into her restaurant. So I stop her quickly "I'm not here to eat." I say. "And I know you're working."

"I came in because I walked by and saw you and thought you were really cute."

She smiles but looks a little creeped out. My energy's off, not feeling it.

I keep going. "Well, I have this rule that I have to talk to the cutest girl I see all day, and you're it."

Still kinda akward. "Congratulations, you're the winner!" She smiles.

"And I'm a winner too! Yeah!" She laughs! Yes, broke the ice.

At this moment, I look at her, staring into her eyes and I realize "Oh shit, I do this all the time. She's just another cute girl. This isn't hard." The realization pulls me out of my head and into a genuine interaction with her.

Big lesson learned here - let's see if I can articulate. Somehow it hit me on a deeper level that I am a guy who dates hot girls like this. When I walked up to the girl, I felt like I was doing something impossible, like I was going after a beautiful prize. Once I got out of my head, I realized that talking to cute girls like this is what I do.

Hitting on girls when I'm warmed up or at least in a social mindset is so much easier than when I'm thinking about work, life, girlfriend breakups, etc... and not wanting to talk with anyone. But, in all cases, it's still just me.

So, the girl smiled. I stole one of her dinner mints and told her that I live nearby and would probably see her again. (at first she seem thrilled by the idea, perhaps scared I'd be a stalker). But, then I just said "That's it from me." And walked out with a goodbye. She lit up.

It was like the whole time she's thinking "Who is this guy? Is he gonna get creepy?"

And, then when I walked off smiling, she lit up. As if she realized "Oh, he's just a cool guy who talks to girls. Wow, fuckin' cool."

All in all, a great set. And a hot girl.

While I walked the two blocks back home, I knew that she was easily the hottest. Hands down beautiful. Day Two would be a success after all.

Of course, I got home and told Lance "Did it!"

He said "You hit on a girl at WAL-GREENS?"

I said "No, a chick working at Italian Restaurant."

"Oh, you took the easy out."

"She was fuckin' hot."

"Well, yeah. I believe that."


Ok, whatever dude! Easy shmeezy!

G.O.t.D - Day One - The Ballerina

This is my first report from the Girl Of the Day Challenge. For more information check out the original post here:
http://pickuplounge.com/phpBB/viewtopic.php?t=262

Basically it's this simple:
At the end of every day, you ask yourself: "Did I talk to the hottest girl I saw today?"
The answer is either YES or NO. That's it!


I've always been intrigued by this challenge, but never took it on before. So, this is a full report of my entire experience. Bew sure to read the whole thing, as I go through ups and downs. In the end, I learned a lot and since that is really my goal, I give day one an A+

First impression: stressful as hell. When the day began, I really didn't like this challenge. I felt like at any moment I might have to run, yell, crash, jump or whatever just to chase a girl. And, I never knew when that moment would come.

That feeling sucked. And, that's not what pickup is about for me. That's not what life is about. I wasn't having fun. But, I decided to withold my judgement until I gave it a fair chance. Perhaps there was something to be learned.

So, I started out the day feeling good. I saw a cute chinese girl outside my second story window. I knew that I'd see a hotter girl, but I wanted a baseline, just in case. So, I decided to run down the stairs and chase her.

Well, as soon as I opened the door, she was walking up the stairs toward me. Holy !#@*, my upstairs neighbor!

I stop her in the hall and find out that she's been living there for THREE years, and I'd never seen her before. (actually, I think I might have glimpsed her in passing). She was fun, but really shy and wanted to keep walking. So, I let her go, but I'll probably see her again.

I decided to continue my trajectory down the stairs just for good measure. And, down the sidewalk I saw another girl. Black hair dressed all in dark denim. All I could really see was the ass, and it was swaggering nicely.

"Was she hotter?" I had no clue! The stress hit again. Do I run on the question mark of "maybe she's hotter?" or do I just let her go? Well, I figure I have to find out, so I chase her down and tap her on the arm and spin her around and tell her she's cute.

She was Italian or something (strong accent). Not really that hot after all, but probably equal to the other girl. Then this feeling creeps up on me: this irritation with having to judge women.

I've always hated judging things, especially women. I feel like apples and oranges. How could I compare a shy chinese girl with a sassy italian girl. Who's hotter? lord, don't make me decide!

Do I (god forbid) have to rate them?

Ok, I give them both "sevens". I don't like saying it, but I found no other way to make this "hottness" thing work.

So, does that mean I still have to hit on "sevens" all day? Or do I only have to hit on "eights" for the rest of the day? or do I have to go for 7.5s? Or do I have to go for 6.5's that may actually be 7.5s when I get up close and see them clearly? Or maybe I'm crazy and actually they are 8s (I have pretty high standards)? Maybe a girl that is a 7 to me is a 10 to some other guy? Is it my scale or social norm scale?

Oh, they don't call it a challenge for nothing!

When I return to my house, I take a deep breath (a lot of running). I appreciate some of the benefits, so far:
- I found out that I have a cute neighbor, and I talked with her. And intend to talk with her more.
- I got excercise running down the street.
- I met two cute women that I never would've met otherwise.
- I felt powerful for going after what I want.

Do I really have 27 more days of this? !#@*!

So, time passes, and I had to drive across town for some errands.

As I'm driving in the car. I give Dan M a call. I tell him that it's majorly stressful driving in a car! I always see girls that are 7+ while driving in a car, will I have to stop at any minute? Yikes!

As I'm telling him, I see a cute Phillipino type girl getting into her parked car. She's cute! !#@*! Cute enough? !#@*... don't know. As cute? Yes.
Maybe she's an equal, maybe she was two tenths hotter?

I decided to keep driving. She didn't seem hot enough to pull crazy car moves for. And, as I look in front of me there is a stopped car. SLAM on the brakes... wow... narrowly avoided an accident! Oh, this sucks.

Alright, the rest of the drive goes well, and I make it out to the Castro. Mostly cute dudes here, but I know that this is where I'll see the hottest girls today, since gay guys attract hot women - unwritten law.

I go into Crossroads Trading Co. to sell some clothes. Quick scan... hotties?

Well, just more of the same. More girls that are on par with the two I've already hit on. At this point, I've decided to change my mission. This is the only way I'll survive. My new question is:

Did I see any girl hotter than the hottest girl I hit on today?

And, so far the answer is no, so I'm doing fine.

But, one of the staff at the store is perhaps equally cute, so I flirt for good measure.

And, there is this cute asian girl. She's actually perhaps a 6.8 (if we're doing the scale thing still). But, god damn, she's wearing this skirt that makes her ass look so !#@* juicy. She's got this cute style and a happy look on her face that shows a deep inner cool.

!#@* the mission, I like this girl. I approach her and tell her that she's cute. She lights up, and yes, she is as cute as I described. (does this make her 10 for personality? !#@* I hate this "hottness" !#@*) I'm certainly not pushing myself out of any comfort zone here, but I'm having fun! We talk for a while, and we're digging each other. And, then I leave her briefly to go get my money from the cashier. I tell her "hold that thought"

I walk up to the cashier, and I'm about to get my money, when it happens:

"Yes, that girl was DEFINITELY hotter than any girl I've seen today!" I think to myself as I look out the front door and see a major hottie walking down the sidewalk with her MOM!

"!#@*, !#@*... gotta do it! !#@*... gotta go! think quick! Act, Daniel! Act! Go!!!!!"

I turn to the cashier: "I just saw someone I know, I have to run, I'll be right back!" The cashier is some spacey SF girl and she just says "uhhhyeaa" And I'm off. The cashier and the asian shopper both watch me run out the front door. I have to run to catch up to her, but there she is still walking with her mom. Yes... I said mom. Time to turn on the charm!

Mom gets caught looking in a store window. Both of them are distracted, so I have to open with a powerful: "Hey, excuse me."

I get their attention.

"I need to talk to you for a second. ... Are you mother/ daughter?"

"Yes"

(to mom) "Wow. You know, I stopped you because I thought your daughter was so beautiful, and I had to meet her."

(turn to hottie) "Nice to meet you." (hand shake)

The girl seems a little flattered, but mostly surprised. Mom doesn't know what's going on, and I found out later that she didn't speak a word of english. lol.... she didn't understand any of it! But, the girl understood. And I keep talking. Basic, normal small talk. "Do you live around here? How long have you lived here?" I'm just trying to keep the conversation moving.

They are trying to get away and keep walking down the sidewalk. So, I say, "well you should go. It was nice meeting you. What's your name?" She says her name, and I instantly know that it's a Korean name. I tell them that I lived for 1 year in Korea, and instantly they open up. They stop in their tracks.

oh yeeaah!

Now, I keep flowing with conversation, talk a little about Korea, etc... It turns out she's a ballerina in the Korean National Ballet



(She's not necessarily in this photo, but she could be)

I tell her "We should have a cup of coffee sometime."

My heart is still racing from the jog down the sidewalk.

She says "Yeah!"

I say "Give me your number." (I check my pocket and left my phone in the car... damn unpreparedness!)

She writes her cell number down on her business card and hands it to me. *smile*

I'm still a little thrown by the awkwardness of the situation, and I just want to get the hell out of there. Can't put the guard down while gaming in front of mom.

I give them both warm hand shakes and say goodbye. Looking back, it wasn't the most solid game, because I probably would've stayed in another minute or two and vibed before leaving. It didn't feel like a sure thing.

But, I get back into the store and get my money, and then re-approach the asian cutie for a last goodbye and see if something will come of it.

I tell her my little secret that they bought fake diesel stuff from me that I bought on ebay, and they plan to sell it for more than I bought it for. heh heh... scam artists. She laughs. I say that I have to leave, and without any prompting, she says "let me give you my email adress. I'm not good with phones."

Smile! Whenever a girl suggests swapping contact info before I do, I know it's on! This is just a rule for me. Always. This girl wants it!

So, I'm good to go with her and return to my car. Sheesh... wow.

I'm overwhelmed with a sense of joy for taking on this strange challenge. On this particular day, and on this particular situation, I know that I would NOT have approached that ballerina.

I would've approached the cutie shopper any day. And that was good. But, that push outside my comfort zone led to success that I wouldn't have gotten if I hadn't been doing some kind of pickup challenge.

Thank you guys. Thank you!

I know that the set wasn't perfect game, so when I get back to my car I text right away:
"Hey, nice to meet you and your mom right now. You must teach me Korean sometime. Anyeong - Dan"

about an hour later, she texts back
"Nice meeting you too. Anyeong"

So, our first text is out of the way. Things are looking good.

So, I go back to my new rules for the game and decide to take the rest of the day off. IF I saw another girl that was even hotter. Yes, I would've had to approach. But, mostly I just wanted to relax.

I went to Trader Joe's and did some grocery shopping, and went to Nordstrom Rack as well. There were many cute girls. Some real genuine hotties. And I didn't approach any of them. Perhaps this is cheating, but I've got a life to live. And I can honestly say that none were hotter than my ballerina. (Two or three were perhaps equals to the ballerina, and perhaps 10 that were equal or above the girls from the beginning of the day).

I still hate this rating thing. How to compare? I know this will make me sick, but in the end I learned so much today about myself, and I also pushed myself to do something difficult. I'm sure the next 27 days will be full of more learnings, if I survive.

Reading this all, you might be like "Damn, Daniel takes this !#@* way too seriously." And the truth is that I do. When I give myself a mission, I give it my full attention and obsession. If it's worth doing, it's worth getting the most out of.

Cheers to everyone else who got a "yes" for day one.

-Daniel