Here's how it went down.

I'm sitting in the coffeeshop working/drawing(I'm an artist) and I notice this HB9+ walk in. I was feeling pretty shitty about my attempts at sarging the night before. I blew myself out of every set I tried to open. I completely forgot everything I've been learning and I was about as big a chump as I've ever been --I mean ever...even before learning PU.

Anyway, I didn't have an ounce of confidence this morning when this HB9+ walked in. I decided rather than risk looking like a loser I'd just not pay any attention to her at all so I wouldn't ruin my chances if I ran into her again. BUT, to my surprise, I happened to glance up just as she was passing me and she gave me a smile --I didn't have time to react. She sat at the table beside me, facing me. I figure that's two IOI's. Still, I couldn't muster any courage and in the state of mind I was in I decided it was best to just ignore her completely.

We both sat there for almost an hour during which I didn't even look her way. During that hour, I had several people stop and ask what I was doing. Some of the staff came by and we had a little friendly bantering and I talked to a few acquaitences that happened to show up there. So now all of a sudden I was getting a ton of social proof and my DHV went up in her eyes. It also broke me out of my funk but I still didn't really know how to open to this girl --but at least I hadn't blown my chances yet.

Then she gets up to go to the bathroom and asks if I can watch her laptop. Of course, I can. I decided when she came back i was going to make my move. I looked at the book she was reading --Mastery of Relationships? Interesting.

She returned and said thanks. No problem. Then, with a smirk, I asked her about the book she was reading (a bit of a neg, no?). She was a little embarrassed and quickly changed the subject to what I was doing. I was in complete control now.

We yakked about my job for a bit and then I turned the questions back to her. Conversation flowed nicely and then she introduced herself as uh... HB9+(?) lol. and I said, nice to meet you. I'm War. Big IOI.

THEN the train screeched to a stop. I suddenly ran out of things to say. I panicked on the inside and I leaned back into my chair. I couldn't think of ANYTHING to say. complete blank. She leaned back as well. I started drawing again but I made sure not to fidget or look awkward --she hesitantly picked up her book and started reading again. It was a little uncomfortable.

I got control of my nerves again. Nothing is wrecked yet. I didn't lose my cool. Hell, maybe that actually worked to my advantage (what do you guys think?). Time to eject. So I started packing up and she looked a little concerned. I made a comment on how I can't stand sitting in coffeeshops for more than two hours and we chatted for a bit more. I put on my coat and had all my gear in hand and made it look like I was ready to go (I was going to ask for her email DavidDe style). I asked her a few more questions and then sat right down at her table with her. Since she was a personal consultant and makes a living advising people how to get what they want out of life, we wound up talking about how I want to shift my career. Time to close.

War: "So, how much is all this (advice) costing me anyway? I'm a starving artist, afterall. Go easy on me."

HB9+: "Haha. Well, if you ever see me around here again, you can buy me a coffee."

War: "Well, let's make sure that happens then. What's you email address?"

HB9+: (she pulls out a plain white business card) "These are my old cards, they're kind of plain --the new ones are much better."

War: "oh, you're right, these are awful. They're not inspiring at all. How can I take anything you said seriously now?"

HB9+: "haha. yak yak yak..."

War: "Ok, HB9+, it was nice to meet you"

HB9+: "Yeah, you too. You can email me anytime..."

War: "see ya."

And that's my story. Sorry for the length, but I wanted to get it all down but thanks for reading.

NOW. Someone please tell me word for word what to say in the email --I have a habit of screwing this part up. I also have her number --should I call??

Nice one. I think you should call. She's an advisor huh... What can you say during your call hmmmmmmmmmmm oyyy mate how about this,


You: "Hello HB9 I've been having serious problems lately....

HB9: WHAT:?....

You: I can't seem to step into a dollar store.

HB9: Huh or laughter...

You: You see, ever since I was a young ladd all I could remember was when I entered the dollar store there were these weird dressed up clowns that chased me down an isle in the store. I haven't mustered the courage to enter a dollar store ever since, and I'm wondering what advice you could give me?

HB9: blah...

You: Tag along with me in conquering my fear.

This is random bullshit. Do anything along those lines to be playful.

haha. Nice one, jacked. Thanks.

I have a phone number here, but I just realized it's her work number printed on her card.

Phoning her at the office is probably not good, huh? I'm not sure what the rule is on that one.

Email is probably the way to go.