So there I was having serious issues with getting around to the later parts of the bootcamp. Eye contact and all that went just fine, but striking up conversations with random HBs just was not working out.
Enter random female friend of mine. I've known this girl for several years and have no romantic interest in her. She gets to talking and I revert to tampon form and try to help her out with her issues. Then suddenly it hits me that I can use her to my advantage in my DJing explorations.
Apparently her friends dumped her or something and she was having confidence issues. I start talking to her about the things in the Bible and bootcamp, but certainly not in reference to those things. Instead, I tell it to her LIKE I AM DOING IT ALL. Suddenly as far as she knows I am a confident DJ that goes to the mall and talks to strangers. I have several numbers and have been on a few dates with girls I have met.
She tells me great, but she can never do that for she lacks the confidence, which is just what I expected. My plan comes to its peak as I tell her that, being the great guy that I am, I will take her to the mall and do IT WITH HER. I know how lame that sounds and that it violates whatever rules you hold dear, but I saw the opportunity and went with it.
Cut to the mall. I'm walking around as confidently as I can muster, trying to explain things to her as if I've been doing this my whole life. Of course I am eventually forced to prove myself and my techniques to her on a HB8 or so that we see. Now by this point, I have been acting like this is all second nature and I FEEL like I have done this stuff before. The mind is an amazingly powerful tool. I was as convinced as my counterpart that I would get this girl's number. How couldn't I? It had worked before as far as she knew.
I went in for the approach and I COULDN'T back out. I had put my self in a position that I had to do it no matter what, and I'm glad for it. To make a long story short it went well. I had a decent conversation with the girl (no number) and did several other approaches with my friend watching. One resulted in a number from another 7 or so.
Not only did I help a friend out, I manipulated the situation to force myself into the next step of bootcamp. In conclusion, though I violated all the rules, it was a positive step for me in the end. The mind is a powerful tool, and as Pook states so often, think and you are. She thought I was a DJ. I thought I was a DJ. For that day, I was a DJ.
Enter random female friend of mine. I've known this girl for several years and have no romantic interest in her. She gets to talking and I revert to tampon form and try to help her out with her issues. Then suddenly it hits me that I can use her to my advantage in my DJing explorations.
Apparently her friends dumped her or something and she was having confidence issues. I start talking to her about the things in the Bible and bootcamp, but certainly not in reference to those things. Instead, I tell it to her LIKE I AM DOING IT ALL. Suddenly as far as she knows I am a confident DJ that goes to the mall and talks to strangers. I have several numbers and have been on a few dates with girls I have met.
She tells me great, but she can never do that for she lacks the confidence, which is just what I expected. My plan comes to its peak as I tell her that, being the great guy that I am, I will take her to the mall and do IT WITH HER. I know how lame that sounds and that it violates whatever rules you hold dear, but I saw the opportunity and went with it.
Cut to the mall. I'm walking around as confidently as I can muster, trying to explain things to her as if I've been doing this my whole life. Of course I am eventually forced to prove myself and my techniques to her on a HB8 or so that we see. Now by this point, I have been acting like this is all second nature and I FEEL like I have done this stuff before. The mind is an amazingly powerful tool. I was as convinced as my counterpart that I would get this girl's number. How couldn't I? It had worked before as far as she knew.
I went in for the approach and I COULDN'T back out. I had put my self in a position that I had to do it no matter what, and I'm glad for it. To make a long story short it went well. I had a decent conversation with the girl (no number) and did several other approaches with my friend watching. One resulted in a number from another 7 or so.
Not only did I help a friend out, I manipulated the situation to force myself into the next step of bootcamp. In conclusion, though I violated all the rules, it was a positive step for me in the end. The mind is a powerful tool, and as Pook states so often, think and you are. She thought I was a DJ. I thought I was a DJ. For that day, I was a DJ.
