After my first flight to NOLA got cancelled, I was put on standby and had six hours to kill in JFK. All this time provided the perfect opportunity to observe, think, and implement some game.
Since I was following my recipe to getting eye-fucked at the airport, ladies were already shooting glances, (most of the eye-fucks were coming from trophy wives who were visibly bored with their cardboard looking sugar-beta daddies) and I wanted to walk around and check out all the talent in terminal 5.
I did a little documentation of the demography and attractiveness that could be found at each gate. The goal was to find out where the best looking girls were traveling to. Here is a sample of the data collected on July 17th, 2014 at 12:00pm.
- San Juan–brown, big and fat.
- Savannah–3 cute girls, 1 very hot.
- Martha’s Vineyard–middle aged couples, wealthy, lots of sweaters over shoulders.
- Tampa–2 cute girls.
- Buffalo–very pale, fat.
- West Palm Beach–olds.
- Santo Domingo–brown, large families, lots of little loud brown kids.
- Ben & Jerry’–fat, loud American girls.
- Starbucks–long line of fat American girls on iPhones.
- Sushi Bar–cougars galore.
- Charleston–hands down, the most cute girls were going here. It was a landslide victory for South Carolina.
I timed my next go-around to coincide with the boarding of the Charleston crowd so I could check out some more southern belles. Lo-and-behold, when the cute Charleston girls were lining up to board, the gate across from them opened and out poured some serious blonde talent.
Lots and lots of beauty, 8’s galore. I couldn’t believe my eyes and ran over to investigate.
I picked up the accent before I saw the screen above the gate that read Dublin, Ireland. The amount of beaming beauties that were spilling out into the terminal was astounding, I’m seriously considering a trip to Dublin now because these girls struck me so. I was just standing with my mouth agape looking at the girls, and three Irish dudes noticed, knew exactly what I was thinking, and started laughing hysterically.
I gathered myself a bit and made hard eye contact with three blondes coming towards me. I said “are all of you guys from Ireland?” and one said “pretty much”, I replied “you’re all so beautiful!” and they laughed and said “thanks”, I said “Welcome to America!” and they walked off.
Game at this point would have been very difficult since everyone was just arriving, excited to see NYC and wanting to get out of the airport. But seeing all those attractive women inspired a fire in me and got my mind working.
I sat down with a cup of coffee and started thinking. After reviewing the notes on the gates with the cutest girls, and idea popped into my head. I thought ‘why not just scout out around the terminal to find cute girls and ask them where they are going’. Profound…in’it? A smile crept across my face, I pondered for a bit while finishing the coffee and got into the right mindset.
After grabbing my bags, I headed to the center of the terminal where most of the shops and lounges are. It didn’t take long to find a curvy little blonde by herself looking at magazines. She noticed me from far, and I saw her glance over a few times–a good sign. I held eye contact as I approached and said “Hi, can I ask you where you are flying to?” She said, “Tampa…why?” and I smirked and replied “Because I want to know where all the cute girls are going.” She laughed and laughed and said “oh really?” and I replied “Yep, just curious, are there a lot of cute girls in Tampa?” blahblahblah” “I used to live in Flordia and caught lobster there, blahblahblah”.
“If I am ever down there, or you come back to visit New York, we need to look each other up, it’ll be really fun. Here put you number in my phone.”
I followed basically the same script with four other girls. 4 out of the 5 gave me their phone numbers, one said she had a husband, one girl was model hot. All of my energy was surging by the time my flight came, it was a good time, a great way to begin my trip with high confidence, and a fun way to learn a little bit more about the world.