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The party ended up outside in the streets of campus. My game wasn't really 'on', but I was feigning that confidence and feeling of self-comfort that you put on when it's not on. "Fake it till you make it."
I was remembering one principle to guide me through the night: University game is about being the fun, sociable guy. It's different here than on the street. Approaches have consequences. Day 2 game is essential and inevitable. Simple opinion openers won't always do the trick here. So I was trying something completely different; smile, have fun, meet and talk to everybody.
One of the groups I approached consisted of two chicks, both HB7-8s, and one guy. I approached with as much confidence as I could muster.
"Hey, have I met you before? Sorry, I'm terrible with names."
Which led into some fun small talk. I tried to number-close after a few minutes (perhaps too soon, far too soon) and got completely blown out with a mega shit test.
"Hey, I'm adding contacts to my phone, I might as well add you too."
"Haha, okay wait, give me one good reason that I should give you my number. You've got three minutes."
My mind was like: FUUUUCK. What now. There must be some clever thing to say, some witty retort that will charm this chick and get me past the shit test. But I couldn't think of it.
This is where I crumbled.
"Alright, well I honestly can't think of anything. I'll admit it, I suck with girls. My game blows. Like, I suck. But thanks for being a challenge, I appreciate that."
Ha, I know, I know. One of the worst things I could do - completely eliminate any dominant social frame that already wasn't there.
She told me thats okay and blah blah blah, and said I did good but I could do better. She was actually pretty nice after that. Then we parted ways.
I didn't end up getting her number.
Suggestions? Comments? Constructive / ego destroying criticism?
I appreciate your help.
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