Daygame failures in Nashville [FR]

In Nashville I got inspired by Days of Game and others, so I decided to do some day and early nightgame. I’ll spoil the story and say I didn’t get laid or even any near misses, but I did have a couple amusing interactions.

Unless I’m missing something there are two major sections for game in Nashville: the very busy section around Broadway, between 1st and 5th or so, and, probably, some areas near Vanderbilt University, although I didn’t see much walking.

Some Nashville impression: there are lots of tragic fatties. So many times I saw girls or packs of girls who looked good from a distance, only to get closer and think they might be a little heavy, only to get closer still and find they’re nowhere near the acceptable quality line for me. My overall approach rate was low. Online dating might be a nightmare here due to the number of bovine girls.

To be sure I did see some stunners and, oddly, got more traction with two stunners than some less attractive ones I opened anyway. For guys, it’s useful to remember that the challenge a girl presents does not always increase monotonically with hotness. In my life some incredibly stunners have been very easy and pleasant to get into bed and some marginal girls have been brutally hard or impossible.

One of the hotter girls I saw, I saw near Vanderbilt while I was on an errand: she was wearing yoga pants and a tank top, and she made strong eye contact. The opener was something about her style and then a tease about whether she was really an athletic girl or only a poseur. A common one for me and she hooked. She was on her way somewhere and I took a number. A solid eight, if you like lean girls curved in the right places like I do. Pretty close to the Playboy figure.

She was only 20 so we met for tea later, as I figured I’d bounce to the hotel roof with bubbly if it went well. First ten minutes were fine until I began sexual spiking, which she did not like. No, that’s not enough: SHE DID NOT LIKE GOING SEXUAL. I ignored that and kept going. A little light touching on her hands and wrists made her visibly recoil. I asked why she recoiled and she said she “didn’t like being touched.”

I asked the obvious, “Why not?” She said, she “just didn’t,” so I knew it was over, but why not see the cards? I said that must make dating hard and she said she wasn’t interested in dating. I said that we wouldn’t get along if she didn’t like dating either. After that I told her she should probably go. That seemed to surprise her. All this was delivered in a gentle, slightly curious manner; if you deliver it harshly you will hurt the girl for no reason (and yourself).

Next day she added me on Facebook. I know, know, KNOW that girls are capricious and irrational, but this story is a good reminder. It’s also still a (pointless) ego boost getting hot 20-year-old girls out, even weirdos like this one.

Another girl appeared in the early evening, walking along a short strip near some bars. She wore a red shirt that plunged down almost to her belly button. I opened by telling her that I thought she was cute and that her style is unusual in Nashville (which is true). She did a full stop and we talked about NYC versus Nashville, then I gave a false time constraint and invited her in to one of the bars right next to us. I gave her a high eight from a distance, still a high seven to low eight up close.

Bar was way too loud and we basically talked in each other’s ears for for about for thirty minutes. She was very responsive to touch on her arms and lower back. Good signs. We kissed lightly. But she had to meet friends and I got her number and said we ought to meet later. I didn’t want to tag along. We traded numbers and she left. Responded to my opening texts, then I sent her another text a couple hours later inviting her out. She replied ambiguously and then the line went dead. I had to stop texting to avoid being needy.

Next day I tried a Torero recovery text and she apologized but said she was busy that night, the last I was in town, and suggested the next night. Too bad. Maybe next time. She may have been a time waster or attention sink, or logistics may have been in the way, or other guys might have lured her away with their birdsong. It’s usually impossible to separate this kind of time-waster from a keen girl until it’s time to bounce home or hit the bed.

This is a weird one for me: I met a mother-daughter duo downtown near all the honkytonks and invited them into a bar. I was trying to figure out how to isolate the daughter, but half an hour after we first walked in the daughter left to use the bathroom and the mother tried to stick her tongue down my throat. I backed off. Role reversal. The daughter got back and looked completely disgusted. The mom asked for a few minutes, so I wandered away. No other good targets in the bar, so I tried chatting with a mixed group of guys and girls about Nashville vs other cities.

Mom came back to get me and daughter looked more unhappy than ever. I asked the mom if I could have a couple minutes alone with daughter and the daughter made a sour face and said no, like a child. I got out. I get the feeling this isn’t the first time that particular interaction has gone down.

Waiting for an uber in the afternoon, a guy and two girls stopped near me, young undergrads. The prettier girl was very pretty and turning around because she didn’t want to go with the other two and was planning to turn around. I was waiting so close that I heard their conversation. I made strong eye contact with the pretty one and said that she should hop in my uber to go back. Extremely strong eye contact made her say almost nothing. Her friends began telling her not to go, but she barely looked at them. I began my speech about the door to adventure opening, using eye mesmer the whole way. I felt the bubble and like her friends were outside it, and I barely even looked at them. The guy looked and sounded like he was 14. The car pulled up and she was still standing there, swaying a little.

I got in, and she still didn’t move. The last thing I said was, “The door to adventure is closing.” But she didn’t get in. This is lame to read about but felt very powerful in the moment. Another opportunity seen in the moment and seized, though it came to nothing. Bike Girl was similar, but she came to fruition.

Overall it was a pretty weak showing, even for someone like me who does not have top-notch daygame, and I got a lot of boring blowouts. Some younger girls said they were married. Whenever possible it’s a good idea to assume the responsibility of failure and ask what can be learned. Sometimes the situation is genuinely beyond control. In Nashville, I didn’t find a good consistent street for daygame or early night game, even though there must be one or more. If I’d been willing to stay out till closing time I might’ve succeeded but most nights I want to head in by midnight if nothing is happening.

My vibe is pretty different than most guys in Nashville, which I think helps with the higher-end girls. Guys tend toward country-pickup-truck types (if you’re not familiar with the United States you may never have seen this type of guy, as I think it’s pretty peculiar to the States) or sports-bro types. I tend towards GQ-Don-Draper-exec style, though usually without the suits. It would take a lot more effort to know for sure whether my vibe would really work in Nashville or no, but I did feel pretty conspicuous, in a good way, on the streets.

I wish I’d brought Bike Girl with and taken her to the Nashville swingers club Menages, but I couldn’t have known that before I went. There were also many bachelorette parties on the streets, most of them filled with fatties, and I saw no way for a solo guy to break into those. Not early, certainly. Maybe late when all the women are drunk.

The restaurants in Nashville are filled with fried chicken, steak, sandwiches, and simple carbs. No wonder there are so many fatties. The food is not good for anyone doing zero sugar, or just low carb. Food and lifting discipline are hard on the road and made harder by the food choices around.

Author: The Red Quest

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5 thoughts on “Daygame failures in Nashville [FR]”

  1. Hey man… excellent post. Love it.

    >> It’s also still a (pointless) ego boost getting hot 20-year-old girls out, even weirdos like this one.

    I feel that. I had an insta-date w/ a young Korean virgin yesterday. Ego booster, for sure. I don’t think this stuff is “pointless” at all… those moments, and the collection of them in terms of our experience, are why we have extraordinary expectations… which lead to an extraordinary life.

    You had an extraordinary trip to Nashville. No +1, and yet… you made some magic. You created magic/moments out of nothing. That’s wizardry. I respect that. Very much.

    >> half an hour after we first walked in the daughter left to use the bathroom and the mother tried to stick her tongue down my throat. I backed off. Role reversal.
    >>I get the feeling this isn’t the first time that particular interaction has gone down.

    Wow! “Bizarre Love Triangle.”

    The poor girl. Mom is thirsty. That girl is going to have some issues, if she doesn’t already.

    >> Extremely strong eye contact made her say almost nothing. Her friends began telling her not to go, but she barely looked at them. I began my speech about the door to adventure opening, using eye mesmer the whole way. I felt the bubble and like her friends were outside it, and I barely even looked at them.

    Yeah. Great vignette.

    >> This is lame to read

    “Lame”… you spelled “excellent” wrong.

    Nice post.

    Viva daygame.

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    1. Thanks dude. Sometimes I find the “miss” stories more interesting than the successes. A lot of the successes feel to me like girls who hook, show up, and show compliance, which isn’t that good a story.

      Had some interesting adventures last week too, which I’ll write about soon.

      WRT magic, one thing I think about is the way most people are bored, frustrated, and lonely in their lives, but they’re too afraid, ignorant, or complacent to break out. They’re looking for adventure and I’m going to offer that adventure. Keeping that mindset in the front of my mind is key.

      Everyone says they’re so “busy,” but everyone is lying. Busy people don’t have time for Instagram or Facebook. People do have time to try something new, even if they put up a facade of being in-demand, when really they likely aren’t.

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      1. >> They’re looking for adventure and I’m going to offer that adventure.

        Isn’t it Krauser that calls us “Adventure Sex service providers.” I think that is from Overkill, and I can’t find a good link to him saying that. I like that concept.

        >> one thing I think about is the way most people are bored, frustrated, and lonely in their lives, but they’re too afraid, ignorance, or complacent to break out.

        I think you’re right.

        And I think this is also partly why people flake. That same inertia that keeps them “busy” at home watching netflix is what keeps them from accepting a perfectly good offer from a cad like you or I. If they had that kind of agency, even to say “yes” and to stick to the plan, they would have much more exciting lives.

        So as players, we have to overcome the inertia of life twice… 1st for ourselves, to get out there, to shake it up. And then for the girls… to carry them over the threshold of their own inertia.

        Adventure is out there. And it’s worth it. But we still need agents to sell us on the idea and show us the way… and then we even fuck that up.

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  2. Tinder is quite good in Nashville in my experience. I spoofed my location there a few months back to test out gender ratios.

    Matched with more than a couple hot girls that were very down to fuck.

    Daygame is nearly pointless for very short trips.

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