Archive for February, 2011

Hitting the streets

Posted: February 12, 2011 in Uncategorized

I’ve got a big blog post in the works explaining what I’ve been up to in the past 3 months (it involves lots of sex) and what I’ve learned in my first year in the game. Instead of waiting around to finish that (it’s going to be a bit of a behemoth) I decided to jump straight in with a field report.

Last week I opened a total of five sets. Although this doesn’t seem like many (it isn’t given the 8+ hours of field time it took to clock up that many approaches), for me it isn’t bad at all. I did direct day game off and on all throughout most of December and Janurary. I must have spent 40 hours in the field in that time, yet clocked up something like half a dozen approaches. That works out at around 6.5 hours per approach. Back then most sessions would end with me returning home without doing any sets.

In the past week I managed to hit a goal: make an approach within 30 mins of arriving at the sarging location. My other goal was to do 10 approaches in a week, I obviously fell short of that.

Here is a (from memory) transcript of the best of those 5 sets. It was with a French HB7 who I opened as she walked down a side street near Bond Street station.

Me: Excuse me… I want to say something to you, just quickly (I keep saying the just quickly bit by mistake. It’s a DLV as it implies that I think I’m taking up her valuable time. Bad frame).

She isn’t quite sure by the looks of her, and seems to be on the verge of walking off. I remain solidly rooted on the spot, a display of non neediness.

Me: I was walking down the street with my mate when I saw you go by. I thought you looked goregous, so I decided to come say hello.

HBFrench: (Looks stunned) What…

Me: I thought you looked pretty so I decided to come say hi.

She’s still not sure. I plough on.

Me: You look English but from that accent you clearly aren’t.
(Question disguised as a statement).

Her: I’m French

Me: Ok. You had me fooled you see. The face said English but the accent said something else. So what you doing in London.

Her: I live here.

Me: I guessed that, bit I mean what brought you to London.

She shrugs. She’s not all that responsive. It hasn’t hooked well but I decide to plough for practice.

Me: So you were living in France. Then one day you decided to move to London, England. What made you want to do that?

Her: I came here to study.

Me: I see you cam here to learn English.

Her: No, I’m studying graphic design (I now have the image in my mind that she was studying something to do with fashion.)

Me: That may be the subject your studying, but what I mean is, most the foreign students I meet in London may be studying a particular subject, but the main reason they came here was to learn English. Is that the same with you.

Her: No, it was just to study graphic design.

Me: Why come all the way to England to study that, instead of doing it in France? (I’m mildly challenging her, good)

Her: I wanted to do my MA.

Me: You can’t do an MA in graphic design in France?

Her: No.

Me: That’s odd. When I think of fashion I think of France. Or maybe, on second thoughts Italy. (I’m confusing graphic design with fashion design)

Her: London is for graphic design, France for fashion, and Italy for product design. (This is good, she’s starting to get a bit more chatty).

Me: So what’s product design then?

Her: Designing products… Furnature and things like that.

Me: So do you design cloathes then?

Her: No, graphic design.

Me: You’re confusing me now. I think you’re doing it on purpose (she laughs). What is it you design?

Her: Posters, book covers things like that.

Me: You seem like a very creative person.

Her: Thankyou.

Me: That’s the exact opposite of me. I’m very technical. I’ve always been drawn to technical things. I’m good at technical stuff, but can’t do arty stuff. Even Photoshop scares me. It’s good you’re creative. But we’re complete opposites. (I was babbling here, it was like I had a point to make, then I realised I didn’t).

She stares at me, with a slightly WTF look. I get nervous, make my excuses and eject.

This was my best daygame set recently. It wasn’t great by any means, but better than anything I could have done a month ago. I opened confidently, made eye contact (could have made more) and spoke slowly and clearly. It wasn’t going too badly until I started spewing out verbal diarrhea.

Stats since 1st February:
12 approaches
0 number closes
0 kiss closes
0 f closes