YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE AS A PUA.
You're walking in the mall, about to do some sarging, dressed in some flash looking clothes, your mood is just right, it's relaxed but engaged.
You check your watch......... .......1.00pm, the sun is out, people will be happy, perfect for day game, this is going to be a fun hour or so.
Wow! Every HB in this city must be on the streets right now!
You've got the jitters, not the ones you got in first grade when you forgot your lines at the nativity play, the good jitters, the one Axel Rose must of felt when he walked out on stage in front of those many different crowds of screaming fans.
Those women are so lucky, they don't know how much of a rush they are about to experience.
Bottle of water in hand you down the last of it, you've already spotted your first set standing outside ben and jerries.
You head about 10-20 paces to your left to dump the water bottle in the bin, however on your 8th step, you here a soft voice, not speaking to you, but to someone else. It's the tone of a secret, of a peice of plump and juicy gossip, but this peice of gossip has a malicious edge.
As you head towards the escalaters you strain your ears, only to be rewarded with the sneering comment of a girl to her friends.
"That's the guy I told you about, the creepy one who approached me in the street"
You glance over, it was her, that chick, the one who blew you out after the inappropriate remark about her bf that she mentioned in conversation.
Her friends eye's stick to you like glue, like the hot, shameful and unshakeably embarressing glue of failure.
You glance down at your watch again, your palms gone sweaty, and your bright T shirt no longer feels cool and colourful, but garish and attention grabbing.
Attention...... ...........right now that's the last thing you want.
You head for starbucks and walk straight past the girls standing outside ben and jerries.
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I'm not writing to rescue you from this problem, undoubtadly you will face this at least once.
Now from one fictional story to a factual story.... trust me, it'll make sense in the end!!
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I use to approach like mad, roughly, 12 sets a day, 4 days a week 11 n-closes average a day.
It was awesome, I was on top of my game, I could pull numbers from anywhere and I was in love with it.
However, a month or so down the line, girls were talking to their friends about me, and they were finding something out, this had happened before, to their sisters, to their friends, to their colleugues.
Now as an extra note, I dated very few of these women, I infact maybe texted 5% of them.
I lead alot of people on, and made alot of girls feel used.
And the result of that was the previous story happening alot!! Infact the last time that happened was about 2 weeks ago. I stopped doing mass approaches 6 months ago!!!
And this is one of the reasons why I now oppose the "mass practise" learning mentality.
But what hurts more, is knowing that these girls enjoyed my presence, had a great time with me, and if I had just aproached less and followed up more, I wouldn't be in the position I am now . (Don't get me wrong my social and romantic life is incredible when compared to your average 18 year old)
These girls changed thier story, I wasn't creepy, they weren't scared or laughing at me, they handed over their numbers, I have them as bebo friends and msn contacts!!
About 4 months ago I approached a two set, the first girl said "no don't talk to him he's wierd" and continued walking, but her friend stopped to answer the opinion opener. And hilariously our first girl got about 20 yards away before noticing her friend was deep in conversation with me and LOVING IT! She stormed back before grabbing her friends arm and literally pulling her away from me.
Now come on guys, it's suppose to be metaphorical to have to have women physically pulled off you
Again, the girl who I had never initially approached loved me and wanted to talk, her friend who I admittedly had acted like a dick with, wanted nothing to do with me, suddenly, "prince charming" was now "henry the basement dwelling freak"
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So here's the lowdown that I have gathered.
My approaching wasn't wierd, my transtitioning, my closing etc non of that was wierd, it was simply framed as such by the events that followed.
You know that saying?
"genious and madness are measured only by degree's of success."
Guess what, charming and creepy tend to fall into the same category.
You fail a shit test, and your smooth direct approach becomes lame and desperate.
With this knowledge, arm yourself.
Although opinion opening someone with the jelous gf routine may be weird, as well as transisting for that matter.
Knowing that your ability to charm and attract should smooth that right over.
You know you can be charming and attractive and cool and funny, so use that to prevent failure, avoid the negativity by being positivity.
And this can be applied to AA or transtition anxiety or direct anxiety, this rule applies anytime you feel that your behaviour may seem abnormal.
I don't advocate "wierdness", but recognising that exceptions are made for the charming and smooth is a huge advantage.
