OBSERVATIONS-Movie Moment, man, it's the nuclear option
-Don't let little things like noisy music, waiters with food, or a table full of PUAs watching you deter you from your Goals
-Actresses are people, too
THE STORY
This is, by far, my greatest achievement in terms of approaches to date (at least in my mind). This is my first HB9+, my first actress, and my third genuine Movie Moment.
It's the end of AoA:LA and the remaining coaches, field instructors and master students head out to grab a bite to eat at the restaurant inside The Standard hotel. Everyone is dog-ass tired and we're just sitting and vibing with each other.
It also happens to be Oscar night in Hollywood and you can see it reflected in the restaurant's clientele: people dressed to the 9's, tuxes, diamonds, shiny shoes. Industry people. Actors. Directors. Key Grips. They all seem to filter in and out of the restaurant with nary a side glance, like old timers in the neighborhood bar.
Sitting, chilling, talking, relating, looking arou-- and they walk in. Two cute chicks dressed to kill catch my eye. They're seated at a booth about 20 feet away. The soft reddish glow of the bulbs makes things cozy and low-resolution, but my gut knows a hot chick when I see one. It knows it doubly well when I see two of them.
I pause internally. I glance over to their table from time to time to make sure my gut wasn't just hungry for some tortilla soup (which is delicious at The Standard, by the way). Originally the blonde of the pair had caught my eye. I fancied her for a bit, until her friend turned her head. WOW. Japanese-looking chick causes me to catch my breath for a second. I can feel my jaw slacken and my breathing get deeper just looking at her.
Chit chat, chit chat. Our table is having fun talking amongst themselves but I'm lost in my own little world, watching and waiting for the right time to stand up and talk to the pair. I've already resolved internally to go up and talk to them, now all I needed to do was time things right. In the past I had been cockblocked by a variety of people and inanimate objects, all due to poor planning on my part. I have a feeling all those miscalculations were a gift, since they taught me what NOT to do for this very moment.
I notice the waiter finishing up their order. I stand up, take a deep breath, shake it out. I focus on the excitement in my gut, that welling sense of great things on the horizon for me and this raven-haired beauty. I walk up slowly as I can, the whole time thinking, feeling, approaching, relaxing, breathing.
I stop at their table. I look at them both.
I extend my hand ever so slightly over their table in their direction.
A moment passes. I wait.
Another beat. The blonde one looks up. Hrrm. Not as cute up close. But that's besides the point at this juncture.
ME: "Excuse me... do you mind if I talk with your friend for a second?"
The space of several heartbeats pass.
BLONDE: "Sure."
I turn my attention to the target of my Attraction. Ba bum. Ba bum. Ba bum. I gaze into her almond-shaped eyes.
ME: "I know this may sound random, but... I saw you enter the restaurant... and I knew I had to meet you."
The silence can be deafening, even with Gnarls Barkley blaring over the house system.
A look of shock crosses her face. Then a small, demure smile appears on her lips.
ME: "I'm John."
HER: "I'm N_______."
Don't forget her friends, now...
ME: [To her friend] I'm John."
BLONDE: "I'm Anna."
ME: [To N.] Do you mind if I join you for a second?
N: Sure.
I sit, her purse a seemingly insurmountable cowhide barrier between us. I don't let it deter me from making that physical connection, though.
We vibe like normal people do. Like old friends do when they haven't seen each other in a long time. Very calm, very light. I kino her leg a lot under the table and she doesn't seem to notice it or pay it heed. Good, it means we're flowing. She's a little on the quiet side, but that's okay, it's my job to lead things, to share, to bring her into my world. I must be brave enough to shed my armor and to run headlong into the abyss.
"Hey, you look like you need someone to talk to while my friend flirts with your friend."
I glance up. My main man Niels. I introduce him to the pair. He slides in and keeps Anna's attention while I continue to vibe with N. Niels is smoooooth. I owe this man a drink.
N. and I talk for what seems like forever. There are minor blips and bumps in the conversation, but that's to be expected. Few flights are ever turbulence-free. I continue to kino her leg, under the table, away from prying eyes. Our knees touch, lightly, like Eskimo kisses on the patella. They remain that way for the entire conversation. In retrospect I could've ramped my kino even harder considering it was all hidden from view. That will be a lesson learned for another day.
She's from Canada, partly of Japanese descent. She's down here with friends for a couple of weeks. Business woman. Accredited Actress. Introvert in some ways. She sheds a layer of psychological armor for me in Rapport. Good, it means she's getting comfortable.
ME: "You seem really cool. We should hang out some time."
N: "Ya, definitely."
ME: "Cool, let me have your number."
N: "E-mail is better, since I'm traveling and doing business down here."
ME: "OK, here write it down."
N: [writes]
ME: "Write down your phone number, too, just in case." [credit: DYD]
N: [writes her phone number]
I pocket the number and vibe for a little bit more. I'm searching a bit for things she's in to. There are still many layers of armor on her, and that's fine, many Asian girls are like this. It will take some more privacy and sharing on my part to get her to shed that armor and meet me, emotionally naked, on common ground.
A pause in the conversation. She takes a sip of her mint tea. Now is a good time to leave, on a high note. I stand up, saying something about our food coming to our table soon. Niels is still locked in conversation with Anna, so I stand and wait. It's fine, just a minor miscalculation on my part. Their food arrives soon after, and Niels takes that as his cue to leave. I tell N. I'll email her tomorrow morning. I thank Anna for the pleasure of her acquaintance. Niels and I walk back to our table and sit. Calm. Shocked. Buzzing. All that. I'm happy.
I'm not certain how to adjust my day2 game plan for travelers from out of country. I figure keeping things routine will be fine. If I did my Attract and Rapport correctly, she'll come to me. And then we can connect even deeper. However, I must act with urgency, due to the obvious time constraint of her business here in the 'States. Go for the gusto. Claim what's mine.
Footnote: 30 minutes later, a guy approaches their table and strikes up a conversation with them. Bad body language. Simply atrocious. Lots of leaning in, psychological space not being respected at all. Fliz has his picture taken and captures the painful moment (over his shoulder) for future digital clarity and baleful example. The guy sits down at the far end of the table. His wing shows up. Second verse, same as the first. A THIRD WING shows up, they sit. It's bad. Part of me wants to go rescue these chicks from the AFC'ness of it all, but I'm advise by men wiser than I to lay back. My job is done already, these guys aren't getting anywhere but a polite handshake and possibly a bar tab.
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