I went to work today. My job is one where I am sent out to various large companies. So I go to this company and I'm riding the elevator and this beautiful, I mean fucking BEAUTIFUL perfect 10 walks on. There are about 7 people in the elevator. She looks at me, but it's nothing special. I try not to look at her. We get off at the same floor and I go my own way.

Since I arrived to work early I have about 30 minutes to kill, so I head over to the cafeteria to look over some notes. All the tables are full, except for one table. Guess who is sitting there. So I walk over to the table, take off my business jacket, plop my notes down on the desk and start reading over them. After a minute of two I look up and HB10 sees me looking up so she looks up. I then introduce myself in a very confident way, shake her hand, she introduces herself, we make some small talk and then I go back to reading up on my notes. She eats her lunch, does her makeup and I just keep my nose in my book the whole time trying to think of ways to reopen her again.

About 10 minutes later I reopen and we get to talking with more excitement this time. She tries speaking English to me and tells me that she is saving up her money for this job as a part timer so that she can go to Europe. We start talking about travelling and she gets real excited about that. I then tell her that she can practice English with me if she wants.

So when I number close, her phone is unable to send its data to my phone, so I send her my data. She says she will text me later. I'm on a fucking high like you wouldn't believe. I just number closed an HB10 with awesome vibes. She jets off to work and I stay there and look at my notes some more. After about 5 minutes I get up to go to work. I stop in the bathroom to take a leak, go wash my hands and take a look in the mirror when all fucking horror strikes and I see a big ass booger hanging from my left nostril.

I was horrified and embarrassed. But how the hell could I have number closed her in this state?? Maybe she was just being polite taking my number. There was no way I could redeem myself really since this was her first impression of me. I did pass her one more time later in the day and of course my face was cleaned up by then.

It's 11:30pm and I just got a text from her. Can someone please explain to me how I could number close an HB10 with a booger on my face?

maybe the booger wasnt there when you were talking to her..

Hahahahhahahaha...

Sorry, this reminds EXACTLY of a story Swinggcat sent around in a newsletter a while back.

He got a haircut and felt great, then went out sarging, F-closed a 9, then looked in the mirror and saw a huge ugly-ass boil on his nose. It was there in all the pictures of the night as well.

The point is, you could number-close because you thought you could. There are wayyyyy too many examples of this in nature to even list off. One example is the bumblebee-- it shouldn't be able to fly, scientifically, but it can because it thinks it can. How, I don't know. The point of this, though, is:

LOOKS DON'T MATTER. They help, true. But you ran solid game there, so it didn't matter what you looked like.

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this is what's known in academic economics as "the tinkerbell principle". You can fly, but only if you believe you can fly. monetary policy in a liquidity trap only works if everyone thinks it will work...

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Props on the economics terms, but I don't know enough about them to understand what you mean

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This was the case many moons ago, but they got the maths wrong, there is no black magic involved in Bumblebee flight it's all physics.