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This is day one of my diary of my approach attempts to get a foid to date me.
This is a document to prove to myself that no foid in my entire town would date me.
And I am curious if others are interested to read about it.
Attempt 1:
I said hello to some fat foid wearing glasses.
She only looked up from her phone long enough to see who spoke to her.
Then she immediately looked back at her phone, dismissing me.
Giving me the “go away” body language.
Attempt 2:
I began a conversation with an old homeless foid.
We talked about how hot it was for her to be wearing a hoodie and I asked her if she wanted to go into the nearby shop and get something to eat.
She said she needed to find her phone to know what time it was.
So I pulled out my phone and told her the time.
Then she said she needed to get to the bank before it closes.
She was actually rather a pleasant lady, but it was going nowhere. She wouldn’t even walk 20 feet to the shop and let me buy her something to eat.
Attempt 3:
I saw a tall foid with tattoos coming my direction.
I said hello and she said hi.
I said I liked her tattoos and she said thank you.
But her tone of voice made the “thank you”seem more like a “fuck off creep.”
So, I just let it drop and kept walking.
My goal is to do 3 approaches a day, like I did today.
I will keep these posts as a record of how many attempts it takes to get one foid to go on a date with me.
This is a document to prove to myself that no foid in my entire town would date me.
And I am curious if others are interested to read about it.
Attempt 1:
I said hello to some fat foid wearing glasses.
She only looked up from her phone long enough to see who spoke to her.
Then she immediately looked back at her phone, dismissing me.
Giving me the “go away” body language.
Attempt 2:
I began a conversation with an old homeless foid.
We talked about how hot it was for her to be wearing a hoodie and I asked her if she wanted to go into the nearby shop and get something to eat.
She said she needed to find her phone to know what time it was.
So I pulled out my phone and told her the time.
Then she said she needed to get to the bank before it closes.
She was actually rather a pleasant lady, but it was going nowhere. She wouldn’t even walk 20 feet to the shop and let me buy her something to eat.
Attempt 3:
I saw a tall foid with tattoos coming my direction.
I said hello and she said hi.
I said I liked her tattoos and she said thank you.
But her tone of voice made the “thank you”seem more like a “fuck off creep.”
So, I just let it drop and kept walking.
My goal is to do 3 approaches a day, like I did today.
I will keep these posts as a record of how many attempts it takes to get one foid to go on a date with me.
