One on One
Master Don Juan
Tonight, I went to the Wizards basketball game. It had been a long day. I drove an hour from college to my house, picked up my brother and drove him 30 mins. to the airport, made a wrong turn heading towards DC, nearly got sideswiped by a white astrovan who didn't seem to care if he hit me or not, spent 30 minutes in traffic, and didn't get to the arena until midway through the first period. If there's one thing I hate, it's being late (something I'll elaborate on later).
So, I meet up with my friend and we are walking around the concourse to our section. This small, cute, tight blonde chick comes up to me and tells me that she is trying to meet her friends, but they aren't picking up their phones. She wants to text message them, but doesn't know how and she asks me how to do it. At first, I try to blow her off, not even thinking of a pickup. But, she insists. She kept insisting, saying "I'm alone," and basically wouldn't let me leave until I tried. So, I tried for a minute, but that phone was ****ing confusing so no luck. So, then she's satisfied that I tried and we part ways.
One minute after we walk by her, I think to myself, why the hell was a such a bafoon. I should have DJ'd her ass. I didn't even consider it. I was so worried that I was missing the first quarter of the game. What I should have done is tell her the game is starting, but I'd give it a shot so since she's alone, why doesn't she join me and my friend at our seats. Brilliant! Only I didn't think of that at the time when I needed it.
Here's the problem: I hate being late. I always plan things out ahead of time and leave myself time to spare. I generally am very relaxed, but if I'm late, I stress. It comes from my mom, I think. She was always like that and it's wore off on me. It's not a bad thing, great common courtesy, but it leaves me ill-prepared to deal with unexpected opportunities such as this one. It's been a recurring thing lately, which I think is a good sign, but I'm not taking advantage. I'm thinking of maybe wearing a rubber band on my wrist to remind me of priorities and stop blowing off these chicks because my mind is elsewhere.
Granted, chicks that approach guys are usually extremely forward, and, therefore, have a lot of guys in their life, maybe attention *****s/sluts. Still, these are the girls that make it easy on the guy and I'm not capitalizing. All I need is the quick realization that a PU opportunity is available because my game is best when its spontaneous. When I plan an approach, I overthink it and it doesn't come off as good. It goes that way with phone calls, too. If I receive a phone call, the conversation tends to always be better than if I am making the call because I paralyze myself with overanalysis.
Anyways, back to the main point: how can I be better prepared to deal with the unexpected PU opportunity?
So, I meet up with my friend and we are walking around the concourse to our section. This small, cute, tight blonde chick comes up to me and tells me that she is trying to meet her friends, but they aren't picking up their phones. She wants to text message them, but doesn't know how and she asks me how to do it. At first, I try to blow her off, not even thinking of a pickup. But, she insists. She kept insisting, saying "I'm alone," and basically wouldn't let me leave until I tried. So, I tried for a minute, but that phone was ****ing confusing so no luck. So, then she's satisfied that I tried and we part ways.
One minute after we walk by her, I think to myself, why the hell was a such a bafoon. I should have DJ'd her ass. I didn't even consider it. I was so worried that I was missing the first quarter of the game. What I should have done is tell her the game is starting, but I'd give it a shot so since she's alone, why doesn't she join me and my friend at our seats. Brilliant! Only I didn't think of that at the time when I needed it.
Here's the problem: I hate being late. I always plan things out ahead of time and leave myself time to spare. I generally am very relaxed, but if I'm late, I stress. It comes from my mom, I think. She was always like that and it's wore off on me. It's not a bad thing, great common courtesy, but it leaves me ill-prepared to deal with unexpected opportunities such as this one. It's been a recurring thing lately, which I think is a good sign, but I'm not taking advantage. I'm thinking of maybe wearing a rubber band on my wrist to remind me of priorities and stop blowing off these chicks because my mind is elsewhere.
Granted, chicks that approach guys are usually extremely forward, and, therefore, have a lot of guys in their life, maybe attention *****s/sluts. Still, these are the girls that make it easy on the guy and I'm not capitalizing. All I need is the quick realization that a PU opportunity is available because my game is best when its spontaneous. When I plan an approach, I overthink it and it doesn't come off as good. It goes that way with phone calls, too. If I receive a phone call, the conversation tends to always be better than if I am making the call because I paralyze myself with overanalysis.
Anyways, back to the main point: how can I be better prepared to deal with the unexpected PU opportunity?
