If you don’t leave I’m going to call security! October 31, 2006
Posted by Niels in : Dating coach, Personal , trackbackIt’s the second day of the Art of Attraction workshop, and the entire class is rocking Hotel Gansevoort, the hottest club in New York City’s meatpacking district. I see two girls sitting in the corner and send one of my students in with “Sorry I’m late”.He’s back 30 seconds later. The girls told him to get lost - someone had tried that line just a minute ago. Bummer. But no one blows off my students and gets away with it! Those girls are going to laugh and have fun if it kills me.“Think they’d like it if I went in with the same line?” I ask my student. He grins.
I walk over, pick up a chair, and slowly carry it over to the girls’ table. They’re watching me suspiciously. No smiles on their faces. Huge grin on mine. “Wait for it…” I tell them.
I sit down. I wait. I grin at them. “Sorry I’m late!” The one on the left glares at me. The one on the right is starting to smile, just a little. She gets the joke.
“You know how the traffic is on the bridge, and the boss didn’t want to let me leave, and I told him my friends were going to be upset, and the wife wanted me to pick up dinner for the kids….” I’m off and running, and the girl on the right is about to fall out of her seat laughing.
“Where’s the camera?” asks the laughing one.
“Cameras?! This is New York! People are just friendly here. We’ve got to get you two out more!” I tell her.
“Go back to your friends,” says the girl on the left.
“Oh, I’m way too shy to have friends,” I tell her, grinning.
“I see them over there laughing. You’re annoying us. Go away.”
I turn to the girl on the right, who’s still laughing. “Man, your friend does NOT like me, does she? Here’s what we’ve got to do. You’re going to help me explain that I was just fooling around…”
“Seriously, get out of here,” says the one on the left.
“Oh, c’mon guys. I’m really shy. When you talk to me like that, it’s like a little piece of me deep inside just dies.” I’m smiling for real now.
“Why don’t you go find us our waitress,” says the one on the left.
“Oh, waitresses don’t pay attention to me. I don’t think I could ever track her down.” I have a huge smile on my face. This is the most fun I’ve had all night.
The girl on the right is still smiling. “You’re really persistent!”
“Anyone this persistent can go find a waitress. Go find her,” says the one on the left.
“Man, you guys are just like the mean girls from highschool!” I say. “You must go out and be like, I’m not going to smile tonight, no matter what! No matter how hard anyone one tries, I … am… not… going…. to… smile! Oops! There’s a little smile poking through there! Oooh! I think she’s starting to laugh! Better watch out, your friend’s going to get mad at you!”
The one on the right is practically in hysterics, but the one on the left is having none of it.
“Look, we don’t want you here,” she says.
“Yeah, isn’t it tough? Well, we’re just going to have to make the most of a bad situation.”
“If you don’t leave, I’m going to call security,” says the one on the left.
Damn! The trump card. OK, she may have won this battle, but she hasn’t won the war.
“Sorry guys, I was just fooling around. I’ll catch up with you when you’re in a better mood. My name’s Niels.” I extend my hand to the girl on the left. She doesn’t take it. I leave it out there. She doesn’t move. I don’t move. Finally she shakes my hand. “What’s your name?” I ask her.
“Why should I tell you?” she asks.
I turn to the girl on the right. “I’m Niels.” “I’m Melanie.” “Cool. It was a pleasure to meet you, Melanie. I’ll find you guys a little later.”
I get up, but I’m not done. I work the room with my students, and for the rest of the evening, every time I pass the two girls, I make eye contact with the girl on the left and throw her a huge smile. I wink and point at her. I fake like I’m going to sit down, then grin at her and walk away. I pull faces.
An hour later, she’s laughing and making faces back as I walk past. I’m in. Unfortunately, I’m with students and the girls leave before I have a chance to sit down with them again, but I take consolation in the fact that I made their evening a little bit more fun.
Lessons learned:
1) Everything she does is cute.
2) Everything she does is cute.
3) EVERYTHING SHE DOES IS CUTE!
Comments»
You have bulletproof confidence Niels. Good on you. I would have run a mile after that much rejection. Actually after about a tenth of that rejection!!
Sounds like she had a bad case of PMS.