Night Market Day/Night Game Field Report

Last night I went out to a Night Market in my city to talk to some pretty girls. Incredible event—super fun, lots of people, with artist booths, an art gallery, a bunch of pop-up bars, plus food carts, another bar, and a DJ and dance floor outside.

As with the last FR, it’s something between day and night game. There were opportunities to do 1:1 isolated sets, but there was also heavy volume, lots of groups, and of course, the DJ/dance floor area was much more like night game.

My first set was with a sexy, classy-punk rock chick, which was my opener. “I love your vibe—kinda like a sexy bourgeois punk thing going on.” She laughed and thanked me for the compliment. I joked that I was going for something similar but less classy, then asked her where she was from. We talked about that for awhile—she’d moved recently, so we got into how she liked it compared to her hometown, and I made some jokes and kept it light. Really good set! But when I went for the number, BF. I said my usual line: “well, your BF is a lucky man—it was very nice to meet you!”

Then I got blown out for awhile, still waiting for my wings to show up. Soft blowouts to be clear, but the setting was fast paced: people were moving around quickly, going from place to place, so to do a front stop just doesn’t work—if you do that, you block the movement—so I had so approach at the art booths and while walking around outside. My new theory on this sort of environment is to open as normal, but if the chick doesn’t stop or show interest, let her go immediately. It turned out that it was way more effective to filter for engagement than to try to work every set as hard as possible—something I’d recommend for guys doing night game as well.

One thing that is key I’m now remembering to filter: use your eyes! Make strong, sexual eye contact with the women you want to approach before you do it—if she looks at you, approach. If not, you still can of course, but it’s much less likely to be successful.

My wing showed up and we continued doing laps, but nothing stuck until I spotted a girl alone looking at an elevator shaft. I asked her what’s down there—looks kinda creepy. She turned and gave me full eye contact and was absolutely sparkling, so I told her so: “I love your vibe—you have such beautiful sparkly energy!” Say what you see boys! She smiled and laughed, then said she liked my vibe too. Good sign! I asked her name and introduced myself, shaking hands—little kino is always good—then stacked on how cool the venue was and that it was my first time, my night market cherry popped, to add some sexual tension. Then she talked for awhile, telling me about herself and her friend, who soon came over, and then my wing, as any good wingman does, came to talk to her friends so I could continue. We talked a bit more about where she and I were from, what we like to do, and I introduced myself to her friends, while my wing continued talking to them. Then I went for the close: hey, we should grab a drink sometime. She said she’d like that, so I got out my phone and had her put in her number. Let’s GO! We continued talking to the group for awhile, and then graciously exited.

Turns out that would be the only number I got unfortunately. We opened at least 30 more groups or singles, but few stuck around.

I had three other notable sets however:

1. A couple of super cute girls were going from the art area to the DJ/bar area outside, so I ducked behind them, and as soon as we got outside, told them: you girls are my lineman—good job blocking for me! Little role reversal there and they both laughed. I asked them what they were up to. The tall blonde said they were on a mission, and I asked what kind. They said the secret kind. I asked if I had special clearance, and they said no of course not, but it was all in good fun. My wings came to join me, and we talked with them for a bit longer, but then the sassy latina pulled the blonde away to get a drink before I could close either of them. I spotted them later, but they were with two dudes by then, so let them go. Still kicking myself, because I should’ve just gone up anyway and asked for the number. ALWAYS BE CLOSING FELLAS! Always. Even if it’s a super short set, fucking close.

2. At times, walking got slow in the artisan booth area, and I found myself walking next to a very sexy punk rock chick (yes, I have a type), who gave me big eyes, so I opened. We chatted and talked for a bit as we both continued slowly walking, following the crowd, and both noted we’d lost our friends. Shorter set, but went for the close. BF! Wished her well as usual.

3. In the art gallery, I spotted three women walking together: one older, and two younger. I told my wing: those chicks are sisters and that’s the mom. I went to open with just that. Complimented the mom saying her daughters were beautiful, and then we talked about the general vibe of the night market, stuff like that. Eventually I said, “well, I don’t want to interrupt family time too much, but I came over because I wanted to see if (Name) wanted to go on a date sometime. She then pulls out her left hand with a diamond ring on it. Alas!

Bit of bad luck overall in that 3 of my best sets were with women who we’re already spoken for, but that’s the way it goes. The positive takeaway is that my sets are getting better progressively as I continue to get more volume.

I’ll leave it there for now because I have to shower and get ready to go out again today. Hope you guys do the same—especially the showering part. Remember, there has never been a better time to be a player. So go get it!