The other day I was reminiscing about one of my favorite pick up success stories. It got me so inspired that I started a thread titled “Your Greatest Pick Up Success?” Thanks to all you guys who read or posted…Now I want to share my story with you--not to brag, but hopefully to motivate:
A while back I was flying to Dallas from London after a business trip. While waiting at the gate, I noticed a gorgeous chick. She had black, curly hair and blue eyes—along with a killer body. Best of all, she was traveling alone. I made it my mission to Isolate her and work my game during the 9 hour flight.
I was hoping for a number. But I was on my A-game and ready for anything. Unlike most air travelers, who roll out of bed and throw on sweats, I was peacocking nicely--wearing a stylish coat and tie, sporting a nice haircut, sweet shades and the swagger of a man who felt good about himself and his inner game.
As luck would have it, we were seated across the aisle from one another on the plane. God obviously wanted me to have this chick, and I wasn’t about to disappoint either one of us. I settled in and waited for takeoff—thinking about my strategy. As we went wheels up, I noticed that she was crying softly. It was the perfect opportunity for a situational approach / opening.
Once we were airborne and leveled off, I turned to her and said, “Anything I can do to help?”
She looked at me with puzzled and teary eyes. I added, “You’re far too attractive to be crying like that.”
This comment was my variation of push / pull. It not only indicated that she was hot and got my attention, it also made her aware that people were observing her--and not in the best light. In a perfect English accent, she thanked me and apologized for making a spectacle of herself. Bingo! I told her that it was alright because she clearly had some things on her mind. I added that I was available to talk and that she would be doing herself a service to get it off her chest.
“After all, we’re stuck here together for the next nine hours,” I said.
She took me up on the offer and started talking. We talked for a couple of hours—so much so that he lady sitting next to me even volunteered to switch seats with the girl so the both of us could talk more comfortably. Sitting side by side allowed me the opportunity for exploratory kino. After me listening to her unload for that long, she was very open to gentle touching. By way of “comforting” her, I stroked her shoulder and arm as she spoke, and that got her to open up and talk that much more.
Her story was that she had recently relocated to the U.S. from England and that she was scared, lonely and having a hard time adjusting to the move. She had just finished visiting her family at home, and that only reinforced those feelings. I suggested that she should look at the entire experience as an adventure and that being scared is a prelude to excitement.
“You should do something that scares you every day,” I told her. “That’s the emotion you usually feel when you set off on an adventure.”
She asked me what kind of adventures I had experienced and if they scared me when I set out on them. So I told her that I had gone skydiving and had recently learned how to surf, and that both of those experiences scared me the first time out. Then I turned it to the topic of sex.
“But one of my all-time favorite adventures was getting inducted into the Mile High Club,” I offered. “It happened a while back, but I still think about it fondly every time I fly.”
That really turned her on. She started asking me questions about it.
Her: “Who was the girl?”
Me: “My girl friend at the time.”
Her: “Weren’t you afraid of getting caught?”
Me: “Sure…..that’s what made it dangerous and exciting.”
Her: “Have you done it with anyone else?”
Me: “Not yet. But I’m up for it.”
Then I shut up, maintained great eye contact and let that long, quiet pause fill the space between us. I could see the gears turning in her head. After a minute of thinking about it, she asked me, “OK….how do we do it?”
Jackpot!!! My answer: “Easy. Go into the bathroom and leave the door unlocked. I will be there, two minutes behind you.”
I got out of my chair to let her pass, and to reach into my carry-on for rubbers. Two minutes later, we were in the bathroom together.
I must admit that it wasn’t the best sex of my life. Those airplane bathrooms are not very spacious. But the girl was a spectacular HB and the circumstances were brilliant. To this day, one I still remember fondly.
I have picked up chicks all over the world and under some unique circumstances. But that one remains among my favorites…..
As I said above, I share this to inspire others: When you evolve your inner game, build a solid foundation of confidence and develop instinctive situational awareness…..anything and everything is possible.