wow.....that was a long reponse. i bet u got a perfect score on your sat writing.
Hahaha. No, actually writing/English was always my weak point. I used to hate the gay ass novels they made us read and then write about in English class. You know how they give you those questions like "When Alfred recovered from the car crash, he didn't tell his wife about the blue stockings. Explain why he was forced to keep them a secret" (I just made that up by the way, I wasn't quoting a real question)? Man I used to
hate answering that crap. I never knew the real answers. I used to HATE thinking about why stupid characters in stupid novels did this or did that or felt this or felt that -- because the fkkn author wrote it that fkkn way, I used to always wanna answer. Since then, I've actually come to enjoy writing essays, and thinking about characters' motivations in novels and movies.
so......when r u gonna stop talking and go do them cold approaches for real?
Yeah... you know when most people start an "approach journal" they actually write about, you know, approaches they have done. About five or six per post, roughly. I seem to write about everything else except approaches I have done. That's because I haven't really -- when you get down to it -- actually done any.
But look, if you've come this far, you may as well keep reading now. Things around here are gonna get a LOT more interesting, believe me. By the time I'm done with this thread it is gonna become so popular I wouldn't be surprised to hear it's still being read thirty years from now. THAT'S how big I expect my dj career to blow up.
When you (finally) do start seeing some REAL approaches from me, the floodgates are gonna open pretty damn quick, I'm telling you. None of this
me: hi how you going?
her: uhh... I have a boyfriend [walks off]
for 16 pages before they get a phone number. Just watch.
The first few are gonna be rusty and they will suck. I know this, which is a HUGE part of the reason why I am so hesitant. But once I get over the initial nervousness, I am gonna lay the charm on thick and fast.
It's similar to what happened with me and telesales. I never ever would have DREAMED that I would be the kind of guy that could do a business cold call. Yet, one day, this was exactly the kind of job I got. (This was business to business advertising sales, btw, not calling people at home trying to sell them a long distance service.) I wanted to get over my fear of rejection in sales, so I went for one of the tougher sales jobs -- telephone sales.
Well, it was not easy going. I had HUGE what is called 'call reluctance' -- that is where the salesman does everything BUT sit down, pick up the phone and make calls (instead he makes a coffee, goes over "figures", sorts through his files, reads his email, has a chat at the water cooler etc). And even when sitting down to make the call, it was a very anxious time, heart pounding, palms sweating, voice faltering. And yet, for all that, I actually had some pretty good sales skills, once I actually had a customer on the phone who sounded semi-interested. But sometimes I was just so nervous, it just ruined my voice and just ruined the whole call.
After a while, with my sales being near the bottom, my manager got a bit concerned, and he paired me up with some more experienced guys so they could listen in to my calls and correct some of my mistakes. This made me EXTRA EXTRA nervous -- not only was I doing badly, now OTHER PEOPLE were gonna hear exactly how badly (and word would get around the office, and people would smirk and grin when they saw me, and whisper and laugh behind my back at how hopeless I was... just kidding, I never actually imagined these last things. Gotcha!) But I was VERY nervous about having other people listen in. But what could I do, I HAD to let them listen.
So I do this first call, right, and it is an ABSOLUTE SHOCKER. I mean, it was just plain terrible. I went red all over, knowing what an embarrassingly crap call it was. The lady I was paired up with, I could tell, was sighing to herself, probably thinking oh-mi-god, this kid is HOPELESS. She started to give me some advice and I cut her off and said "hey, let me make one more call first. That one was just awful. I might not be great, but I'm a lot better than THAT." She goes, okay, and I made my second call.
Now, my moment of triumph. I had been so pissed with myself with that first call, that I said to myself, I am gonna do everything that I know I am SUPPOSED to do -- but sometimes I don't do cos I'm nervous -- and to hell with what the customer says. Well, man, that second call I totally KICKED ASS. The way I got through the "gatekeepers" (secretaries, people like that, whose job it is to screen callers), the way I made sure I was speaking to someone with the authority to make a buying decision, the way I overcame his objections first to the product, and then to the price, it was just a great great call. Get this -- the woman I was paired with was so impressed, she actually took down some notes for herself. I was brimming with pride.
That is what it feels like with this pick up game. I am gonna have to fumble my way through those first ones, but once I switch on, there's gonna be some serious picking up going on.
(Btw, the telesales career didn't have a happy ending. I got a lot better for a while. But then there were some personnel changes made around the office and I didn't feel comfortable around the new people, and my performance began to tank and then I quit. Oh, and man o man, there was this SUPER HOT Argentine girl there. Lol, she was model quality. I used to always wonder what the fkk she was doing working that stupid telesales job when she had such clear potential. A couple years later I heard she did move into modeling, so I was right. I was infatuated with her BAD. I was always REALLY self-conscious around her. I think she felt the same way (self-conscious, not infatuated) because she would talk to everyone else in a really friendly way, but she was really quiet around me. MAN, this girl is the best example of what I mean when I say that I have always had trouble approaching/escalating the ones I found breathtakingly hot. I could tell you stories about this girl that would make you wanna put your hand through your monitor and punch me in the nose. Just imagine, this chick that you are SUPER CRAZY about is at the office party with you, at night, drunk, and she kneels down to next to where you're sitting and puts her hand on your leg, her arm running right up your thigh from your knee to your belt, looking at you from the corner of her eye with her head tilted sideways, with a suggestive little grin on her hot little lips. And what do YOU do, you king fkkn jerkoff... oh man, I can't even fkk say it, it's SO fkkn stupid. Actually, fkk it, yes I will say it... what did I do? I was SO ffkn nervous I didn't know what the fkk to do, and for a reason that I still cannot, to this day, explain, I made out like I was upset by her "intrusion" and took her arm off my thigh, and she goes "sorry, I'm a bit drunk". Then she got up and walked away. Can you possibly be a bigger fkkn idiot than THAT? I'd like to see someone try.)
