I went to the usual beginning spot. There are 2 girls who I started sarging one of the first nights I had been there and they called me over. I started making conversation with them and they go to the same spots so although I feel like I have more peer pressure if I do an approach then it is good to be with people as opposed to going to the next venue alone.
After 20 mins we go to the next venue and I must admit that I was in a really good state. I was laid back and unpressured. I got on the radar a nice little girl to my left. Went over, did the approach.
I use canned stuff. It was my first approach of the evening, I must admit that the delivery possibly sounded a little rehearsed and I didn’t feel so congruent. Although I think that the girl knew it was rehearsed, she still played along... which is positive.
I did a few jokes here and there and she laughed. All in all pretty good, really, I mean she was OK with me. She was receptive. Did the “thumb fight” game- and she gave me her hand and it was cool and then I said , “ok, you guys have a nice time” . I got nervous. Her friend seemed to see right through me and know what i was doing as if I were taking advantage of the girl i was talking to.
Although thinking about it, I wasn’t doing anything wrong. Jesus. My heart was about to bounce out of my ribcage, I was shitting myself!!!!! I was afraid that she was going to blow me off. It was the first time I had gone into midgame and wasn’t sure how it was going to be taken.
It was a 2 set and her friend seemed to be scowling at me, or maybe it was my imagination. I ejected and went back to the girls I had come to the venue with. I felt embarrassed being with the two girls I had come with. I felt like if I crashed and burned then they would think that I was a failure.
I was there for a little while longer then went to the last place. It wasn’t exactly full. I went over to the first and did my opener but then ejected as she didn’t seem receptive, although after I ejected on neutral ground she was definitely looking over.
The last one was probably the one when I was coolest. I was OK and the stuff flowed really well. I even told her that I didn’t bite.
I did my opener. The woman was really insecure and acted like she needed her friend to answer for her. I ejected but perhaps was stupid because she had just told me her name and we were just getting to know each other. The guy who was trying to hit on them just had to stand back and watch me do my stuff as if he might learn something. He shut up and watched. In fact others I noticed also were watching with a curious smile quite intrigued by my little spiel.
I had nothing to drink and just relied on my own confidence to pull me through which it did relatively well even though I was shaking. I just need to practise and practise and practise and practise but I am scared of approaching and part of me still feels creepy doing it- up to no good.
Maybe there is light at the end of the tunnel again guys.