^^ I chuckled at those openers... they're pretty good!

Day 1

Getting back on it

Objectives
-Get opening again
-keep it simple
-less is more

So walking around town, trying to get back into PUA mode. Simple questions to start off with.

I'm in starbucks and I say hi to the shop assistant, it's a guy but I make sure to ask if he's been busy today. Standard hired gun opener.

Then I sit down and drink my coffee. I use their wifi to sort out my work. I'm sat next to a mother and her daughter. I was wondering what a good starbucks opener would be? Probably something along the lines of, 'Wow that looks amazing?'

I have it ready but don't use it. Anyway I sit there doing my work. A woman who runs the martial arts centre walks in and orders a coffee. She sees me as she walks out and makes an effort to come and tell me the belts for the class are in.

She didn't have to come over and say that. She probably just wants to say hey. I just smile and say,' Great.'

Then I'm walking around town, I'm thinking I want to go back home! But no, I force myself to do the openers.

I'm thinking of planning a trip to France next year. So I use this opportunity to go in and enquire.

There's a cut blonde chick, she asks me if she can help?

I start talking about France, she has to squint. I realise I'm probably talking way too fast, I'm not making eye contact. I'm trying to be engage her and smile.

Finally, she understands and goes over to talk to her friend. She says something silly, I could have negged her and got a laugh but I don't. I just want to get my info and get out. There are glimmers of good body language.

I'm warmed up now. I go to another hired gun in town and ask where the photopassport booth is. She sounds nervous and tells me. I could have negged her and cracked a little joke... 'Why are you so nervous...am I making you nervous...but in a good way [Grin.]' It's too late now I move off.

Then I use the opener again on another hired gun she just tells me.

I walk into a clothes shop, the girl there is cute. She asks if she can help? I wonder what a good reply would be to this.

I just smile and say no.

Finally I walk into a suit shop. As I walk by I see the girl around the counter.

She looks bored so I say, 'Wow you look really bored, I bet you can't wait to go home?'

She laughs then says,' Yeah my feet are killing me, I still got three hours left.'

I tell her to 'call in sick tomorrow and spend the day with me.'

She cracks up... in a good way. I'm dominant and have a good body language as I'm walking off.

Lessons
I need to think of common openers for clothing stores or shoe stores.
I need to think of some for the harder target (non-hired guns). Walking through the mall.
When I open I'm quite nervous, I need to learn to SLOW down and accept my increased heartrate.

I need to look good as I open, let's not get back into bad habits. I need to open everyone. At this moment I'm in McDonalds on a table with my laptops. Curiously to black girls and sat RIGHT in front of my on my table!? But I didn't open them!?

Improvements
-Look good, dress to impress, open every one with proximity.

Starbuck opener
-Wow that looks amazing.
-Mind if I sit there... I'm glad they're not putting this on our tabs(if they're using the wifi too)
-Hey let me ask a quick question... are you a coffee or a choca-moca late girl [Smile]

Clothes shop openers

First:
Assistant: Do you need any help?
Me: Yeah I was wondering if you could help me find an Adidas hoodie, I wanna dress like one of the cool kids haha!

Second:
Assistant:Do you need any help?
Me: Yeah, can you tell me where the hats are... I'm looking for a present for my little brother...What would you recommend?

Third:

Assistant:Do you need any help?
Me: Yeah I was wondering what you're doing tonight [tongue in cheek].
Assistant: Laughing I don't know.
Me: [Deadpan face] I DO [Grins]

Will be doing this tomorrow...
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Just a few thoughts . . .

I think you have too many thoughts. Forget about looking good and opening everybody and everything else. These are the thoughts that you exercise at home. When you're out, you only need to think about ONE THING = The opener. The rest will fall into place.
Openers don't always have to make sense but it's got to 'fit' some how. If it doesn't make sense, it's got to be funny. If it's not funny, it's got to set up a joke. . . there's got to be something. Not sure if young people believe this or not but I just don't think coffee is ever 'amazing'. . . I'm just going to rattle off some ideas:

"Stock exchange open?" "Anybody sitting here?"(After you sit down) "Warning! contents are hot!"

And staying in tune with the 'simple' concept, I don't think you need to:
Just point at the cup and ask, "Latte?" . . .

"Oh . . a sugary mochacino" . . .

"A hot chocolate in disguise." . .

Even here . . . I think you could go with, "Yes, Adidas Hoodie. Yes, I wanna be cool."
Bratty brother. Birthday. Help.

Third:
How about . . "Cool, it's settled then."

???

"You're not doing anything. I'm not doing anything. Let's go get an ice cream shake at ______!"

Day 2

Today I was planning to simplify things...

Doing stuff like going around clothes shop and just pointing. Thumbs up that looks good on you. But I got side tracked with work.

So I'm at starbucks doing some work and enjoying a coffee and something strange happens.

A young girl comes over and sits on my table. I'm alone.

She says,' Hey my friends over there dared me to come over and speak to you.'

I'm completely taken by surprise like a deer caught in the headlights. She's much younger than me but, FUCK she has balls. She asks my age... I'm still a bit in shock and spit it out.

She cracks a joke, saying I better not be lying then touches my leg!? WTF.

I got nothing to say, I'm completely lost. I can't believe it. OK she's not that hot and probably a lot younger than me, but I got nothing!

I'm supposed to be the one on the offensive and yet, here is a golden opportunity and I got nothing. As she leaves I shake my head in disgrace. I go to the GYM after I finish my work. I should have stayed out.

As I walking back through town I catch one of those girls doing volunteer work. She comes over and says, can I talk to you I'm very friendly in a childlike voice (this is probably her opener.) I say no and walk off!

It's days like these that I feel gutted. All I need to do is follow through. Hmm.
Day three coming tomorrow, hoping to hit another city.

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Tonight was my gym's x mas party. I went at least but my performance was fucking shit! Sure i spoke to guys. This is easy. But could i open any chicks. . . No! Chicken shit. I'm writtin this slightly drunk. That girl who goes my gym showed up briefly yet i did nothing. Xmas eve. I am a loser. I can chat to guys no problem. Women. . . They just have vaginas . . Come on.

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day 3

so we end up going to a different city .myobjective was to open 3 sets per hour. overall it went ok but ended up getting dragged into my mates set.funny thing happened. told the girl i could do the end move from dirty dancing and ended up dropping her lol.

next phase of day game is to try taking more risks.

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New Year's Reflection:

Over the past year I've made progress. Ironically, it has little to do with 'Gaming' but more to do with personal accomplishments.

I have remained consistent with not-smoking, remained consistent with a daily gym routine, I have remained consistent with cooking and looking after myself.

However, gaming is inconsistent as ever. And finding a job?

Why is this? What is the difference?

I think it has something to do with learned behaviour. I used to hate going to the gym however, now I look forward to it. I look forward to seeing how my maximum bench press has improved and admiring my ripped body in the mirror.

This is simply learned behaviour isn't it? Associating pleasure with something I never really associated before. Same with cooking. A year ago I absolutely despised wasting an hour to cook, when everything was ready made for me by my parents. Now I relish the idea of cooking... Throwing in the spices, waiting for the meat to cook, I've even cooked for my family and they were all surprised!

All this reminds me of an excerpt I'm reading in a book entitled:

'Awaken the giant within' by Tony Robbins.

The guy is an inspirational teacher. He cites six things guaranteed to make a change and STICK to it:

Six points to change
-Decide what you really want and what's preventing you from having it now
-Get leverage: Associate massive pain to not changing now and massive pleasure to the experience of changing now
-Interrupt the limiting pattern
-Create a new, empowering alternative
-Condition the pattern until it is consistent.
-Test it


I like these points. They make sense. I wonder why it is if someone said go open that girl and had a gun pointing at your head you would do it instantly. Really, the only thing preventing us from reaching our goals is that the associated pain is not high enough for us to follow through.

Imagine each day if we had to eat a whole can of 'dog food' if we don't open. Wouldn't we all do it? Of course! This could be a break through.

The other important thing is to fill the void with pleasure. It could be eating your favourite meal, or watching a movie. Over time this behaviour becomes learned.

It is probably why, I now enjoy cooking and going to the gym. I just have to extend this to the most difficult part of my life - 'Dating'

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I've also took time to reflect on getting a job. My wing told me, if I really wanted to get a job, I could this week! And it is true, getting any job is probably what I need right now. That would mean going for more menial jobs.

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I've also decided to try out Kasabi's exercise of free writing. Here is what I came up with:

Free writing
Here is a spoon, it is sat on my table.

I want to write about this spoon not because of what someone else has written about it but what just pops into my head.

Let's see... The spoon sits on my table.

The spoon is an inanimate object. It is a cold piece of metal but I guess the surrounding temperature is what makes it either cold or warm.
I guess this is like people, we are influenced by our surroundings either becoming cold or hot. I want to pick up the spoon and
rap it on the table. It makes a sound like a beating drum but the sound is much more crisper... No boom - just a sharp crisp sound.

I wonder about eating utensils and why this is the standard? Why is it that a spoon is universally this shape? I wonder if our
ancestors, many moons ago, had they stumbled on a different shape to eat with, would the spoon be a different shape?

Much like the fork? Why that shape? It has evolved because it was proven to be the best most efficent shape. Evolution... Funny,
the survial of the fittest. The nice guys don't always win. The alpha lion gets full mating rights. ISn't this fucked...

Hmmm, OK I'm wandering, back to the spoon.

I look at the inbetween shapes. This is the empty void surrounding the spoon. The gap between
the spoon and the table. It reminds me back to GCSE Art. Our teacher presented us with a plant pot. She would say, 'Don't look at the plant and
try to draw it... Look at the empty spaces you see and draw those.' At the time, as kids we thought... WTF? Why draw the empty spaces.
But surprisingly, drawing and paying attention to the empty shapes we were able to draw the plant pot more attentively. Paying attention to
the gaps the leafs make. When we see the world we pay attention to the thing right in front of us. Not the gaps surrounding it.

What makes us Us? Is it us or how we interact with others, our environment as opposed to us? Take You or ME out of the environment and who are we? Great question? Could we even answer that?

OK seriously, getting back to the spoon. This meditating thing is tricky? How do you empty your mind and just concentrate on the object at
hand? Jesus!!!!? I've just realised... Look at how my mind wanders when I'm describing the spoon, so many different thoughts come into play.

No wonder I have such a difficult task concentrating on the task at hand. Getting a girlfriend, completing a C.V.? I'm all over the FUCKING place.

Back to the spoon, spoon, spoony spoon. Couples spoon when they're in bed? LOL, erm. The spoon is just a spoon.

Like that matrix scene? 'Do not try to bend the spoon. Realise that it is not the spoon that bends but it is you?' What the fuck?
I bend, I'm bending? Stop ... realise.

I pick the spoon up and thumb it. I rub my thumb into the bowl shape at the end. It's like a crater. Like the grand canyon. I've seen
pictures but hey I'd love to go there. What created such a vast chasm, was it meteorite. Jesus, it must have been huge, and must have wiped
out all life when it hit... Life is fragile.

But the spoon, is just an object, it lays there unobtrusively. Yet in violent hands it could kill. I saw a movie where they gave the prisoner a spoon, thinking he can't do much harm with a spoon... Wrong the guy drove the shaft of the spoon into another prisoner's neck.

Aren't we like spoons. What makes people harmless and others dangerous? Like that analogy... Guns don't kill, people do? Pffft. Spoons don't kill, people do.

But yet here is the spoon, made of what? Aluminium, and zinc composite? Did I make that up? I don't know. I grab the spoon and put it between my nose and top lip. I crack up, it is like a pretend moustache. I remember doing that as a kid. Shit that was funny. I used to love being a child. No worries, nothing. No-thing. I remember those times watching my favourite movies. THat was all that mattered, waiting for Friday then driving to the video shop with my dad and my little sister. I wasn't worrying about girls, jobs it was just when the hell is Friday coming.

I think about my dad and my mum. They loved me, they still do. I'm so consumed with my issues, my problems, no girl, no this, no that. I totally miss spending time, talking to my family. I wonder if they were gone, would I have regretted not doing that. Not sitting down with my old man, going out for a beer with him. Thinking about how much they love me and sacrificed for me...

I just dont know... I feel empty.

Oh mighty spoon guide me. Guide me. My destiny is not one of oblivion or destruction. It is one of compassion and realising my goals. Yesssss!

But back to the spoon. The spoon keeps me in the present. It guides me back to reality. What I am focusing on. I kinda like the spoon.
Can you either like or dislike an inanimate object?? I don't know. Sometimes we just don't know, but that is OK.

Being completely unsure but being happy is... fine.

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Day 4

Objectives & goals

-Look smart and open 3 sets per hour.
-Not to worry about anything else except opening

Summary for the lazy
Good night. I had an open goal but nothing happened.
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This Friday just gone my wing and I decide to go to another city. We went to another city last weekend and had an amazing time.
We thought, 'why stay in our own city when we can easily drive to another and totally rip it up!'

Tonight, it was my choice. And I chose a city I wanted to go to, one that is slightly more edgy and a bit more cultured.
Shall we say it has a bit more ethnic minorities... Just my cup of tea.

We wandered about a bit because neither of us knew where was good to go. It was a cold yet fresh night so we didn't
want to hang around outside for too long.

First set.
We wandered into a bar/club. I went with the tried and tested... I see a two set, one brunette and a blonde.
I ask them where is good to go tonight. The set opens really well and the girls are very chatty.

They tell me they plan to stay here for a bit then wander off to the 'Gay' part of this city. I guess girls like going to
gay clubs/bars because they don't get hit on as much. These two are married, I spot the wedding rings on one of the girls fingers.

I try to introduce my wing, but it is totally contrived,'Have you met my friend... Sorry I just thought I should introduce him.'

???? Terrible, my wing told me, after the set to always introduce him as:

'Have you met my friend _____, you'll never guess what he does for a living?'

This is better, point noted.


Second set
I've read a bit of 50 year's of challenge. He advocates when in proximity go with the 'Cheers' routine. I want to try this out
so I walk over to a smoking hotttt 3 set. These girls are 9s/10s. Everyone is gawping at them in the club. I make EC with all
of them raise my glass and say 'cheers.'

Two girls blank me, but I hang in there, the last girl, more out of sympathy, gives me the approval and cheers me back.

I walk off. No big deal.

Third set
We decide to change venue. We can come back to this bar/club any time as we have stamps on our hands.
We walk into another bar and OMG, there are hot groups of girls all over. Some sitting down. Most of them mixed ethnicites and
shorter than me! I'm in heaven.

I approach a three set. Two white girls and one smoking hot indian girl. If I'm honest the indian girl was the target. I open the blonde girland ask her where is good to go tonight. She engages well. But I notice to the end of the conversation she is making eye contact
at the indian girl and not so subtly with her eyes doing the, 'do you think this guy is cute?'

The indian girl cracks up in front... but it's good, more out of embarassment. I'm not sure what to do. I guess I should be flattered but I'm a little surprised by this.

The other thing which makes it worse is my wing opened the indian girl and her mate but got totally blown out!

So we both walk off to the next set!

Yes I'm working the room!

Third set
Right in front of the other girls eyes, and I know they're watching. I open a four set. Just like that. Again, holy shit, the blond engages well.
I know the ginger girl in this set was checking me out so I try to raise the temperature.

Me: Wow your friend with the red hair. She's cute? Is she single?
Blonde: Hahaha, (suddenly she comes alive) You know if you think that you should go speak to her?

Me: Realllly!? (I'm totally surprised, she thinks I'm good looking enough for me to date her friend, I'm so out of the game I know!)

We both laugh a little and her mate with the red hair comes back from the toilet. I know her friend is going to tell her about what I said.
I watch them out of the corner of my eye. The four set stay where they are. They don't move. This is good sign.

I really want to ask them if they want to join us as we hop to another bar. But I don't have the balls to go this far...


Fourth set
We finish off then hit the original bar/club we came from.

This is where my best opportunity comes from.

OK, so there is this mixed race girl who I notice before. She's short but she got into a fight with a girl before and they both got
chucked out. It was difficult to miss. Somehow she has managed to get back in.

Me: Ha ha, it's you again, how you doing? I can't believe they let you back in...
Her: LOL, yeah I snuck back in and they didn't notice. My night's been OK, you?

Me: Yeah it's OK, you got a mean left hook?!!
Her:(She cracks up then she goes to playfully punch me in the jaw) [Guys if you didn't go to highschool, hitting is good... Hitch]

Me: How old are you?
Her:20

Me: Really? You look so much younger like 18?
Her:? REally, you think I look 18 (she takes this as a compliment and smiles)

Me: [Deadpan] No... that was just a line!?? I can't believe you feel for that one!
Her: (laughs)

Me: So what do you do?
Her: I'm a student studying events management.

Me: (I notice her voice is a little off) What's wrong with your voice it sounds kinda husky? HAve you got a cold or something.
Her: NO, this is how I normally talk.

Me: Oh hmmm. I think it's kinda cute.
Her: (laughs... at this moment I can tell she is very attracted to me)

Me: Let me show you a cool dance move. (I grab her and show her how to body pop.) So what can you show me?
Her: (She tries moonwalking, it's soo bad and quite funny)

Me: Look don't ever do that again... in public... Especially if you're with me (I smile at her my game is suddenly coming back)

ME: (this is where I do the ring routine. it is a cold read personality test if you don't know it it's in the rules of the game.)
You see when you wear a ring on your wedding finger it says a lot about you as a person. It means you are ruled my your heart.
The vein here connects straight to your heart. You're an emotional kinda girl. (I trace my finger from her hand up her arm)

Her: That's total bullshit! (But she is smiling and I know I've hit the cold read on the spot.)
ME: Yeah yea, if it was bullshit tell me I'm wrong ( I look at her deadpan in the eyes)

Her: (She laughs)

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At this point I know this is so on! It's an open goal. I've been in a similar situation where I can go for the kiss close and #number.
I'm pretty sure if I wanted I could have taken this girl home and f-closed her. But I don't... She's not that great looking and her voice
is off putting. She talks like she is restricted to a loud whisper.

We kind of both dance awkwardly as I'm debating to myself and to my wing what I should do. By the time I pull my finger out it is too late.
The moment has passed and the bouncers recognise her as the girl who started the fight and chuck her out.

But overall it was an amazing night, even at the end I managed to walk up to another indian girl and just outright tell her she was smoking.
To which she smiled at the compliment.


Reflections

Social momentum. It makes the difference. Here's my questions. I had an open goal that night, but I didn't do anything.

I didn't kiss or number close???? Why? Isn't this the kind of experience I need. OK she wasn't an oil painting but nevertheless,
why didn't I do something? Maybe this is the next stage of my game. Following through, with girls who offer it on a plate
but I wouldn't necessarily date...

I've also started salsa lessons! And it's very very good if you get what I mean [wink]



I had an open goal but I didn't do anything.

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Job Updates
I've completed my CV and I think it displays my talents well.

I've also got my first job with maths tuition (hopefully). I had a meeting with the kid's parents and it seemed to go well. This will be a steady form of cash flow each week even though it is not much... it is a start.

Objectives
-I want create template pages to showcase my knowledge of .net technology
(I will download visual studio and create a database project. I can use some of the code I used at the place I formerly worked for)
-I want to create a template page to showcase my knowledge of HTML,CSS and javascript.
-(In order to I reckon I can buy and download an admin template from a website I know and change it to pretend it is something I have created- this won't be too hard to do.)
-I want to apply for menial jobs. In order to do this I will apply to sites like McDonalds, Tesco's, Bar work, Shop floor work and cleaning jobs. ( I will do this three times a week.)

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Aww shit man, I sometimes do web work in starbucks and have staked out an amazing spot. Girls come and sit down near me all the time.

All I have to do is smile and strike up a conversation,

'Oh no... not guy trouble again!'

'Wow you two are the cutest girls that have sat down here since 5.'

So many crackers, but as per usual I sit there regretting my missed opportunities.


Well, anyway... I've got a tripped plan to Dublin... This weekend which should be good. Onwards we go.

I'm not gonna talk about that girl from salsa, or that girl at the gym unless I do something. I've noticed this journey is becoming less and less to do with pickup then anything! Less talk more action..

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Indeed!.

Some updates

I'm pretty happy with my online work portfolio it is taking shape and should provide me with more opportunities.

My trip to Dublin was OK. Nothing special to write home about. Chatted to a few guys n girls on our bar crawl. Didn't pull though.

Salsa is OK, but I have SERIOUS SERIOUS problems maintaining eye contact. It is disastrous. There's a cute petite brunette who goes there sometimes. Would be nice to hold good eye contact.

Recently I've stopped jacking off for a about a week. And it has some positive effects. I feel more on edge but wanting to take more risks. I went out yesterday and spoke to a hot two set. She blew me out and said to go ask her friend.

Normally, I would have been embarrassed and ran off. But I found myself getting a little bit pissed off and angry. And I stuck on in there. Also, cutting down on jacking off, I find myself making and holding good eye contact for longer... although still can't do this at salsa.

Next week I'm gonna, try to open every day and try to introduce a high risk once every week. Something that makes my heart race or saying something risky like number closing!

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Great, getting things done gives a huge boost and really empowers ourselves from my experience.
I actually think a huge part of the dancing skills are actually about the eye contact. I suck at it when it comes to look at my dancing partner. I think that's why having great dancing skills is a great asset in the Game. You're working on it. Keep that going and eye contact will become an habit. I have to find a way to take some dance classes myself!
Tweeby, stop jacking off. Some people feel great about it. We obviously don't. Stop it completely and get things done. You'll think clearly, get into action and feel good about yourself. Join this subreddit: http://www.reddit.com/r/NoFap/ , get yourself a badge and get some help from the community. I didn't have to go this far, but I know that if I fail, I can count on this bunch of guys to get back on tracks. Do it. Challenge yourself.

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Day 5
A recent death of a close family member has meant I taken time to chill out and grieve. I guess it underlines the importance of the time we have 'HERE' on this earth and to make the most of every opportunity.

Work wise I've acquired another student to mentor... Things were going great but the student has an illness so he is in and out of hospital. I got a phone call from his mother saying she's thinking about discontinuing the tuition and ringing me when he needs it.

Partly this may be because I wasn't as prepared for the last lesson and struggled with some of the questions! Bad... Always be prepared.

In any case this is great way to earn money. My target is five students weekly which should give a steadier income. In the mean time hit the menial jobs. Will do this again.

As I was walking around town I decided I need to get a mobile broadband. There was this girl in the shop and I was surprised at how easy it is the generate sexual tension.

I wasn't looking all that great but I smiled as gave me her standard sales pitch... She worked in T-mobile which is branded pink over here and I asked if she painted her nails pink because of that.

I told her if she did that would be very sad... with a cheeky smile. And you tell just in that instant there was sexual tension, and a assumption of dominance. I wasn't at all dressed that well, but it is SO easy to create tension.

As she was entering my surname into the computer you could tell she was nervous. And she kept making mistakes and having to ask me three times for my spelling. I was quitely smiling to myself and as I recited the spelling of my surname I made a mistake too, then said 'Look even you've got me making mistakes now!'
And she laughed.

I wonder how easy it would have been to push it a little further. Maybe cheekily ask her if she has a boyfriend. This scenario is more than possible with the correct frame. Like the 'Shock and Awe.' And to be honest there was tension at all up until I started asking her non-work related questions.

So it's back to Day game... and to keep pushing... pushing myself is my hardest motivator. Sometimes I have all these outside activities like Spanish and salsa and I still find myself not being friendly, not speaking to everyone and staying by myself. The whole point of joining these social activities is to broaden my social circle and meet people.

...I have to continually, remind myself to smile, make conversation, lead... After all I'm trying unlearn bad habits of a life.

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Great! Lucky for you, she's not a door to door saleswoman or the member of a traveling circus. She'll be there tomorrow, the day after that, and the day after that. Whether you puke from nervousness or piss in your pants afterwards or you land a date will be something we can discover AFTER you go and get her number. GO GET HER FUCKING NUMBER TOMORROW. And let me tell you something. You're even in a better position now. . . You can ask her some questions about phones, plans, etc . . and then go, "Actually, I just came back because I though you were really cute and I couldn't help thinking about you. . . " - You're not some flakey fucktard who hits on every chick he meets with some cheesy shit. You came back because you couldn't get her off of your mind. - Yeah this is cheese . . .but it's the type of cheese that chicks dig.

Do this. Go ahead and stutter, go ahead and piss in your pants . . but please do this. Go back there please . . . And not just because of this one girl . . .but because YOU. You need to get this off of your chest.
Smile: Find and create things to smile about.
Make Conversation: Do things that are worth talking about.
Lead: Learn leadership skills and embrace them.

Day 6
OK, so I decide to go back into town in the morning/afternoon. I'm absolutely bricking it. In fact, my heart rate started going just by reading Kasabi's reply.

I decide to open a girl on the way into town. I just ask her for the time. No big deal. She engages looks a little surprised but just spits it out. I tell her thank you then walk into town. In my head I've got an idea of what I want to say... I want to ask about my T-mobile contract, but I don't want the plan it too much.

I have a problem of over thinking/analysing. I'm walking into the shopping centre. I'm thinking of going around the back which will take longer so I can prepare myself...
But I know better, I did this last time with a girl I wanted to talk to at KFC and ended up psyching myself out.

Today I'm just gonna go in and ask about the contract them spit out the line.

My heart rate is off the scale as I approach the store. I walk in and...

She's not there! It's not her shift!! Or something.

So I just circle round the store and walk out. Now... I don't want to end up doing this every day like I once did with a girl at KFC. By the end of that week I was an emotional wreck and I had psyched myself out. Or should I? Kasabi what should I do?

On the plus side today... I have another mentoring job! This one is going to be three times a week up util her exams.So more money is coming in.

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It's probably not an issue of "over" analyzing but rather "incorrect" analyzing. In every other part of your life, you'll probably tend to think less of things that you plan out well. Usually, anything that you have swirling in your head are things you couldn't organize well into simple, basic steps.

1. KFC is not Tmobile. That was then, this is now.
2. The process of gaining her number will require less than 5 sentences. . . most likely 3. Go ahead and try to write up more than 5 sentences to 'ask' for her number. You can't because it's not required.
3. Once you have these sentences in mind, that's it. Just go do it.
4. This is not to say that your heart won't pound but hey, what I can I tell you; ever hear of anybody who died from a slightly raised heart rate? Going through these moments are a fact of life. Happens to everybody. . . and sometimes you'll hit a home run, sometimes you'll f it up.