[*note: This post was written Saturday afternoon, but I didn't get a chance to post then. The text below is unchanged from the original writing*]
I'm writing this post while sitting in a coffee shop in Boston, and am about to meet up with an RVF forum member later tonight. I am here for 4 short days in this gray, cold, dreary city. Winter is harsh and unrelenting in Boston. Everyone is wearing heavy jackets and their breath can be seen in the air. And yet today, I feel like I am on top of the world. In a dark, rough city, what could possibly cause this feeling?
The Bad Date
When I landed in Boston, I opened the Tinder app and started talking with a few girls. On my second night in town, a girl agreed to invite me to her apartment to drink wine "before going out." I brought two bottles because I knew we would not leave her place. I thought it was a done deal, but I would end up leaving at midnight with only a makeout. I felt it slip between my fingers. I blamed many things, but I should have blamed myself! I am a young guy in a big city and the world is my oyster! It was a bad date, because I liked her more than she liked me, and it hurt my ego to walk away empty handed.
But Boston is a city of Irish heritage, and the luck of the Irish would soon offer me a blessing.
I get back to my hotel room at 1 a.m. and feel depressed. I want to quit but I'm still wired and have an insatiable energy, so I throw on a blazer and go to a swanky hotel bar nearby. I find a dwindling crowd with one foot out the door. I spot two fly girls at the bar - heels, short dresses, very long hair - and they are surrounded by thirsty guys. Packs of them, from multiple social groups. I am energized but discouraged. I am thinking about the bad date. My head is hanging low. I see one preppy looking guy with his friends, and I decide to chat him up when he walks to the bar. I tell him "I just went on a bad date." To my surprise, he laughs and opens up. The preppy guy starts giving me life advice. He said he could relate, and he told me to be happy for what I did have in my life.
I thought that was cool. He was genuine to me, a complete stranger. It lifted my spirits. A few minutes later I had a similar conversation with the bartender.
The Highball Girl
Now I am feeling social, and the world seems a bit brighter. I notice the two girls again, and see that a tall guy is talking to only one of them, and the other is being ignored, if only for a moment. I move my feet and walk up next to her. Her body language was unwelcoming and stiff, likely from hours of fending off bad approaches. Arms fully crossed. She was closed off. But I had just become carefree! I look at her and blurt out: "have you ever been on a bad date?"
In retrospect it was a cheesy opener, but it was fresh in my mind and it was something I wanted to talk about. I had to get it off my chest, and I didn't care who would listen. I rambled for a long time about the nature of modern dating without really hearing how she responded to me. She drank her highball. Shivers down my spine as the light hit her face and I caught a glimpse of her beauty for the first time. I thought that I should have been more intimidated; she was young and fly and her long hair reached down to the top of her ass and she was…absolutely gorgeous. I do not normally have the balls to approach girls like her. The conversation dies down after five or ten minutes. As I am ready to leave, she surprises me by handing over her phone and asks to add my number. I do this and then call her so she has my number. It is a lame move, and I cringe at myself. I said good night at 2 a.m. knowing I would never see her again.
I get back to my room, settle in, and am surprised to get a text from the highball girl at 3:02 a.m. that read "It was wonderful meeting you, blurred. You have a great soul. May the road rise up to meet you and may our paths cross again in the future." An Irish blessing! Almost. Sort of. But what a sweetheart. I go to bed with a smile.
I call her the next day and invite her out for drinks. She is down and it is on.
Now, here I sit in this coffee shop at 6 p.m., and I think that what happens tonight is irrelevant, because the lessons I've learned are more important than whether or not I hook up with this one girl. I wanted to write this post before the date, because the experience tonight will influence how I remember this moment, and I don't want to forget it. Why?
Why did this even work out in my favor? How is it that my only approach of the night led to a strong hook and a date with an uncommonly high quality girl? I had 80 tinder matches and yet my one approach gives me the best results? I think it is because I arrived at a point in my mood where I wasn't putting on an act, I wasn't being a "player" with canned stories or lines…I was just being me. Beaten down but ready for the next fight. Take me or leave me but there I was. Maybe she liked that out of all the guys to talk to her that night, I was the first to be real with her. It didn't matter what I said but rather how I said it. "Vibe," as many of you say.
The Ever Good Feeling
It is one thing to read about it and another to see it work. To feel it work. I have read that being vulnerable can be bad game, but I walked up to her with no expectations and told her about my life, and that simple act was refreshing for us both. To have a person hear my story...it felt good. I learned last night that to show your heart and soul is better than to show nothing. To hide is to fail. The world can be a negative experience and so a hint of positivity is contagious.
To make a strong connection, you have to put a piece of yourself on the line and speak candidly about your experience in the world - for better or for worse. Last night, it was for the worse. We the people are all very much the same, and we can all relate to the human experience. It is how to you take that experience and process it before putting it back into the world that matters. I accepted the bad date but I was in that bar to turn my night around for the better. My presence was a testament to my own desire for positivity, and people could sense this from me. The highball girl felt it and liked it and wanted more.
Tonight, anything can happen. And tomorrow, I will leave this city and go home. But I will always remember this city and this girl and this moment, right now. I feel genuinely happy for my life and how the game has influenced it. To take nothing and turn it into something…it is a high that I will move mountains to feel again. And I know that if I can do it, so can you. You have the power to go from a place of negativity to one of bliss, and it will require you to be honest with yourself and with the people around you. It is easier than you think. Openness breeds positivity and that is an attractive human quality, whether your intentions are friendship or lust or love.
So I challenge you to go out there and introduce positivity to those in your surroundings. You just might be surprised how the world pays you back.
I'm writing this post while sitting in a coffee shop in Boston, and am about to meet up with an RVF forum member later tonight. I am here for 4 short days in this gray, cold, dreary city. Winter is harsh and unrelenting in Boston. Everyone is wearing heavy jackets and their breath can be seen in the air. And yet today, I feel like I am on top of the world. In a dark, rough city, what could possibly cause this feeling?
The Bad Date
When I landed in Boston, I opened the Tinder app and started talking with a few girls. On my second night in town, a girl agreed to invite me to her apartment to drink wine "before going out." I brought two bottles because I knew we would not leave her place. I thought it was a done deal, but I would end up leaving at midnight with only a makeout. I felt it slip between my fingers. I blamed many things, but I should have blamed myself! I am a young guy in a big city and the world is my oyster! It was a bad date, because I liked her more than she liked me, and it hurt my ego to walk away empty handed.
But Boston is a city of Irish heritage, and the luck of the Irish would soon offer me a blessing.
I get back to my hotel room at 1 a.m. and feel depressed. I want to quit but I'm still wired and have an insatiable energy, so I throw on a blazer and go to a swanky hotel bar nearby. I find a dwindling crowd with one foot out the door. I spot two fly girls at the bar - heels, short dresses, very long hair - and they are surrounded by thirsty guys. Packs of them, from multiple social groups. I am energized but discouraged. I am thinking about the bad date. My head is hanging low. I see one preppy looking guy with his friends, and I decide to chat him up when he walks to the bar. I tell him "I just went on a bad date." To my surprise, he laughs and opens up. The preppy guy starts giving me life advice. He said he could relate, and he told me to be happy for what I did have in my life.
I thought that was cool. He was genuine to me, a complete stranger. It lifted my spirits. A few minutes later I had a similar conversation with the bartender.
The Highball Girl
Now I am feeling social, and the world seems a bit brighter. I notice the two girls again, and see that a tall guy is talking to only one of them, and the other is being ignored, if only for a moment. I move my feet and walk up next to her. Her body language was unwelcoming and stiff, likely from hours of fending off bad approaches. Arms fully crossed. She was closed off. But I had just become carefree! I look at her and blurt out: "have you ever been on a bad date?"
In retrospect it was a cheesy opener, but it was fresh in my mind and it was something I wanted to talk about. I had to get it off my chest, and I didn't care who would listen. I rambled for a long time about the nature of modern dating without really hearing how she responded to me. She drank her highball. Shivers down my spine as the light hit her face and I caught a glimpse of her beauty for the first time. I thought that I should have been more intimidated; she was young and fly and her long hair reached down to the top of her ass and she was…absolutely gorgeous. I do not normally have the balls to approach girls like her. The conversation dies down after five or ten minutes. As I am ready to leave, she surprises me by handing over her phone and asks to add my number. I do this and then call her so she has my number. It is a lame move, and I cringe at myself. I said good night at 2 a.m. knowing I would never see her again.
I get back to my room, settle in, and am surprised to get a text from the highball girl at 3:02 a.m. that read "It was wonderful meeting you, blurred. You have a great soul. May the road rise up to meet you and may our paths cross again in the future." An Irish blessing! Almost. Sort of. But what a sweetheart. I go to bed with a smile.
I call her the next day and invite her out for drinks. She is down and it is on.
Now, here I sit in this coffee shop at 6 p.m., and I think that what happens tonight is irrelevant, because the lessons I've learned are more important than whether or not I hook up with this one girl. I wanted to write this post before the date, because the experience tonight will influence how I remember this moment, and I don't want to forget it. Why?
Why did this even work out in my favor? How is it that my only approach of the night led to a strong hook and a date with an uncommonly high quality girl? I had 80 tinder matches and yet my one approach gives me the best results? I think it is because I arrived at a point in my mood where I wasn't putting on an act, I wasn't being a "player" with canned stories or lines…I was just being me. Beaten down but ready for the next fight. Take me or leave me but there I was. Maybe she liked that out of all the guys to talk to her that night, I was the first to be real with her. It didn't matter what I said but rather how I said it. "Vibe," as many of you say.
The Ever Good Feeling
It is one thing to read about it and another to see it work. To feel it work. I have read that being vulnerable can be bad game, but I walked up to her with no expectations and told her about my life, and that simple act was refreshing for us both. To have a person hear my story...it felt good. I learned last night that to show your heart and soul is better than to show nothing. To hide is to fail. The world can be a negative experience and so a hint of positivity is contagious.
To make a strong connection, you have to put a piece of yourself on the line and speak candidly about your experience in the world - for better or for worse. Last night, it was for the worse. We the people are all very much the same, and we can all relate to the human experience. It is how to you take that experience and process it before putting it back into the world that matters. I accepted the bad date but I was in that bar to turn my night around for the better. My presence was a testament to my own desire for positivity, and people could sense this from me. The highball girl felt it and liked it and wanted more.
Tonight, anything can happen. And tomorrow, I will leave this city and go home. But I will always remember this city and this girl and this moment, right now. I feel genuinely happy for my life and how the game has influenced it. To take nothing and turn it into something…it is a high that I will move mountains to feel again. And I know that if I can do it, so can you. You have the power to go from a place of negativity to one of bliss, and it will require you to be honest with yourself and with the people around you. It is easier than you think. Openness breeds positivity and that is an attractive human quality, whether your intentions are friendship or lust or love.
So I challenge you to go out there and introduce positivity to those in your surroundings. You just might be surprised how the world pays you back.