| I'm new to the game and thought I'd start a thread where could share cold approach experiences. Here's my first, happened a few weks ago.
I saw this girl playing in a college volleyball match (I play in the band) and thought, “she is the finest girl I’ve seen all weekend. I have to talk to her.” She was the star player on the opposing volleyball team.
I took the team roster to see what her name was. I borrowed a pen and paper and scribbled her a note: “*****, if you have free time before you leave the island, call me”, and left my name and phone number.
Their team came out of the locker room for game three and I braced myself for the moment of truth. With the band behind me reminding me that this my chance, I leaned over the railing with my slip of paper, and screamed “excuse me, excuse me, excuse me.” She didn't see me, and everyone saw me get the shaft. I had been at matches for years, and that was the first time I was speechless from shame in front of thousands of people. I did my best to shrug it off and act like nothing happened.
I was trying to decide what kind of man I was going to become: a coward, or someone that sees something he wants and goes for it.
My normal voice was scratched from hours of screaming, my face oily and wrinkled from days of late-night studying. My shoes didn’t match my socks. The old me kept coming up with excuses to not talk to her.
It wasn't over, instead of giving her a note; it would be better if I ask her in person after the game.
Even though only a handful of people new what I had in mind, it felt like everyone was watching me, even the TV cameras. As the team approached I walked toward number six with a forced, yet genuine smile. Consequently my smile beamed at one of her teammates. I quickly nodded and extended my hand to ***** As we shook hands, I made sure her palm was the downward facing one before speaking. Our exchange went something like:
“Are you *****?”
“yes”
“Hi, my name is ******, I play in the band and I saw you playing, and I just had to introduce myself”.
I’m smiling. That’s good, but I can feel my dimple twitching from nervousness, just maintain eye contact. Keep the eyes locked!
“OH! Thank you sooo much!”
“I don’t want to keep you, but I wanted to say I don’t know when you leave the island, but I’d really like to have a conversation with you.”
“Oh im sorry, but we’re heading the airport in 45 minutes, I’m sorry but thank you so much.”
I don’t remember what I said after, I do remember one of my best friends saying “whoa *****”. She was surprised at what I had just done.
I was surprised too. There’s a certain feeling I can’t yet describe. That rush you get when you see someone that takes your breath away, and instead of just looking and forgetting, you react. If even for a minute, I got to talk to a really attractive girl because I was able to control my anxiety, I wasn’t a stereotypical “nice guy” that’s paralyzed by fear.
That’s something I better get used to.
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