I was nervous, what else can I say. I decided to go to a club with a friend on Friday, we’ll call him “Jay” (keeping names hidden for personal reasons). We were in line and I was already panicking. I had planned to approach at least one woman that night with a stock opener I had read about. I got into the club, grabbed a drink with Jay, and proceded to scan the room for potential “targets”. As I looked around, I noticed a cute brunette, about 5’5, long hair, and a fairly attractive body. She was surrounded by three other girls who all seemed to be laughing and having a good time. I knew that I needed to approach quickly. I didn’t want to over think things, and I didn’t want to be that creeper who just stares at people from the corner of the bar.
I walked up to her with little confidence and alcohol induced adrenalin. Trying to avoid making a direct B line to her, I walked as if I was walking past her, and then stopped as if something caught my interest. As I stopped, I leaned in a said “Hey, um, I have a question. Who do you think lies more, um....men or women?” As I said this, I knew immediatly I had failed. They looked at me and said “Men!” and then proceded to walk away leaving me staring at nothing. As they walked away, every bit of me was demoralized. I had failed in what I considered, a train wreck.
I went home early that night and decided to study my game. I rehearsed openers in front of a mirror and filmed my approach with a video camera critiquing every word, sigh, and hand gesture. I went so far as to practice walking to make sure that I walked in a confident and cool manner. I needed to succeed, failure was not an option. While I may not have succeeded this week, I WILL NOT fail next week. I plan to go back to the club with Jay next weekend. I’ll continue to practice all my openers and critique my game till I am confident that I can approach.
Till next week,
Prince
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