Been doing the deep inner game stuff for a few days and its powerful. most notable is destroy the fear of rejection. its like more the fear of the idea of rejection.

kind of reminds me of "the only thing to fear is fear itself."

ive embraced a totally new mind set now. im going to have a lot of fun approaching women from now on.

if you haven't done the course, do it now.

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Shoot for the stars. If you miss, you will still end up on top of the world.

Cool, give me an example of how you would react.

If you approached me in a busy bus station, and I was a girl, and I shouted "fuck of you dweeb I'm not interested" and your mates heard and they started laughing! How would you react with that rejection after learning your newb material?

I just wanted to pick a really bad situation but a possible one.

As I'm guessing your original and natural frame of mind would have meant you would have gone red, beenembarrassed, walked of kinda of laughing or possibly angry etc. Lets just say the normal reaction the average male would have had lol

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"I guess a little small talks in order here now."

"Do I look like a gentleman to you in this shirt and these pants?"

"I know you from some place."

I know you didn't ask me but
I'd assume she has issues. I don't think people have any basic right to display anger and hostility at a stranger's expense when the stranger hasn't really done anything to deserve it. My thought is that this is a low person, with a low mentality, and not worthy of me. My emotional response would be anywhere from pity to contempt. I might chuckle at her, roll my eyes, or say "You've gotta be kidding me." Then I would move on. This person is not worth my time.

In front of mates I'd clown it. I could scream, "Tell me about your childhood!" at her. Wait a few beats; then, "I'm INTERESTED!!!" I'd get a shit-eating grin and bow grandiosely, mocking her and the situation. Then I'd turn away from her and make the "kung fu crane" stance ala Karate Kid to my mates. Sooo awesome! If she hit me I would laugh. If my mates cat-called me and told me I was the loser not her, I'd make the "sign of the L" on my forehead like a good little post-grunge Seattlite, purse my lips and drool a little. I'd clown this as long as it was funny. We might all die laughing. Maybe we'd all just roll around on the ground grabbing our ribs. Without an audience though, I wouldn't bother with the theatrics.

Every once in awhile I've met someone so uneducated and "ghetto," with so little upstairs, that I don't have or care to have any response at all. That's pity to the point of not even wanting to disrupt their tiny little world, because it can do them no possible good. I have a vague memory of that happening once when I was out signature gathering. It wasn't a pickup. It was just surprising and a bit socialistically upsetting that people could be that lacking and absent, that our educational system and socioeconomics in the USA are really that miserable.