10 AM. Subway.
I spot a hotty across the train.
She’s sitting but there are people in the seats next to her.
A stop later, a seat next to her clears up.
With no hesitation, I squeeze past some baby carriages and sit down next to her.
I pull out my phone and start flipping through it.
“Hey…” I say slowly in her direction. She turns her attention to me.
I’m still looking at my phone.
“Where’s Koreatown…? Is that in the 30’s…?”
“Yeah,” she responds in a friendly tone. “It’s around 34th street between 5th and 6th.”
“Hmm…” I say. I look over at her and give her a little eye contact. “Because me and my friends are thinking about doing some karaoke later.”
I like to mention something about my friends when I open women. It gives me a bit of social proof.
“Is it better to get a private room with your friends or go to a karaoke bar?” I ask.
“It depends,” she responds. “If you have enough people, probably a private room.”
“You know, some people really geek out on Karaoke,” I say.
“You’re not one of those people, are you?” I ask her.
“No!” She laughs.
“You don’t even sing in the shower?” I ask her.
“I sing while I’m driving!”
“Wow, you have a car in the city?” I say.
“They gave it to me for my job,” she says.
“Oh man, what do you do that they give you a car?”
And the interaction is off and running…