| Hello all,
I wanted to share my first experience in which I approached a set after reading about pua's and having that new knowledge inside my head. And also I'd like to share the problem I seem to be having now. Any advice would be greatly appreciated!
If you want to know more about me, I posted in the "Introduce yourself" section recently. I don't really think everyone needs me to post all of my information here, after all.
Without further ado, my first field report:
(I was in a jazz bar, and had just finished playing trumpet on stage, so I was feeling good and my DHV's were high. As I packed up to leave, I noticed two guys sitting across from a blonde HB 8.5 or so. Guy 1 was across from HB, Guy 2 was next to him. There was an empty chair next to the HB. I didn't have any canned material; instead I went into the set with a few little goals in my head, i.e. talk to the guys more than the girl, figure out how to sit down without it being awkward, maybe throw in a neg or two, figure out and disarm the AMOG, etc. I had noticed that a fourth member of their group had left and they appeared to be looking for something.)
Me (behind and to the side of the girl, facing the guys): You guys need help finding something?
HB: Our friend lost her diamond earring. We think it might be at another bar we were at.
Me: Oh that's terrible. You sure it didn't get kicked or something?
Guy 2 (sounded a little drunk): Yeah we looked everywhere for it.
Me: Well hopefully you find it. (pause) So did you enjoy the music tonight?
All three said they did, Guy 2 tells me he wants to perform but doesn't play an instrument, HB asks where I went to school. I ignored the HB and talked to Guy 2.
Me: It's never to late to learn an instrument though man. You just gotta find someone to teach you. Then make yourself get up there.
Guy 1 (sounded sober): So where did you learn to play?
Me: Well, I studied music at... (tells story of undergrad, a few stories about playing in other countries and teaching around Indiana, some DHV's.)
HB: Wow! How old are you?
Me: 23
HB: You're so young! (found out she was late 20's later) How did you get so good?
Me: (At this point, I noticed a waitress coming by to clean up, and her only walkway was between me and the set, so I paused before speaking, trying to time an interruption):
Well, a lot of it has to do with...
(waitress crosses between us, I stop talking and act a little annoyed before using it as an excuse to sit down next to the HB, then continue casually)
...practicing and networking. If you can't do those two things, you're not getting anywhere as a musician.
(I noticed Guy 1 shift uncomfortably when I sat down next to the HB: I made a mental note of the AMOG and waited for opportunities to disarm)
(We all talked for a bit about different things, just casually, but I controlled the flow of conversation and talked a lot to the guys. I was getting light touches on my arm from the HB when she felt I was ignoring her. Then an opportunity arose.)
HB: So where did you go to school?
Guy 1: Don't you remember? He already told us this.
Me (immediate, gesturing to Guy 1): I KNEW there was a reason you were my favorite person at this table! You're the only one who listens to me!
HB: Hey!
(Two things occurred at once: One, the AMOG relaxed visibly and stopped watching me so carefully, and two, the HB wrapped her arms around my left arm, wanting validation as a favorite as well. It was a beautiful moment)
(We talked some more, casual conversation, and the HB said something was "retarded," but immediately said she "never uses that word." From my experience, the only people who make a point of saying this are teachers.)
Me: Hmm are you a teacher?
Guy 2: Here we go!
HB (staring in disbelief): How'd you know?
Me (Cold read based on her conversation and body language throughout the night): Let me guess, elementary school teacher?
All three lost it and started laughing in disbelief. The HB hung on me while laughing.
HB: I teach 4th grade. How did you know?
Me: You seem like you would be a good teacher.
(The HB was beaming)
(We chatted and joked around, all four of us, until they kicked us out of the bar. It felt like I had always been part of their group. When we got outside, we realized we were going in opposite directions, and the HB told me her name and asked for mine, then I hugged the HB real close, and went to shake hands with the AMOG and Guy 2)
HB (after hug, while I shook AMOG's hand): This is my husband, <name>.
Me (smiling): Nice to meet you.
(The AMOG looked pissed that I had hugged his HB wife right in front of him, but shook my hand)
(Guy 2 introduced himself and we parted ways. I kept steady eye contact with the HB as we parted, winking just for fun. She waved a small goodbye and I turned and walked away)
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I know I didn't get a close of any kind (unless there is a such thing as a hug close lol) but in looking back, I had a lot of control of the conversation and it was all because I used knowledge I had learned from reading about pua. I enjoyed the sensation a LOT, needless to say, and I wanted to get back into the field ASAP. Problem is, I went out with my buddies a few days later, and I found myself unable to approach. Without the feeling of having a high value established - which I got from playing trumpet in front of the first set - I felt a lot of approach anxiety. I ended up not approaching any women while my two awkward friends actually managed to talk to one set each. They both crashed and burned but they still APPROACHED. I went home pissed at myself and each time I have gone out, I seem to have a lot of problems approaching. I don't normally have low self-esteem, but I am thinking this could be some of that on a deeper level or something, I dunno. Since I had no problem approaching after my value was established. Anyway, I would appreciate any critiques, comments, or advice on anything I've said here. Thanks in advance!
-steep
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