You Need Momentum

Some guys ask me how I managed to get good so quickly. I had one friend tell me I had, “magic powers.” As much as I admire Gandalf, I am no magician…I don’t even have black nail polish. And my skill did not come quickly. I wouldn’t even call it skill. More like experience, belief and momentum.

The other night I was teaching a friend and he was freezing up, losing momentum. I said, “Give me a two minute challenge–anything. I’ll do it in two minutes.”

He perked up, smiled and said, “Get a phone number.”

“That’s it? Start the clock.” I replied. Eyeing the dance floor I spot a petite college age blonde. I take four strides, reach over and pull on her hand. She turns, looks me up and down, then gives me, “the hand of NO!” Followed by her tanned back.

I glance back at my friend. He’s not impressed. I laugh. A girl brushes past me, I grab her shoulder lightly, spin her to face me and say, “You’re so freakin hot! I need your damn number right now!”

She blinks a few times, sizes me up and say’s, “No.” I reiterate but she brushes past. This isn’t going well. I laugh louder. I feel the momentum. Success is inevitable. I grow stronger by the minute, like a hulk. “Don’t make me horny! You won’t like me…..” errrr, never mind. Anyway.

I spin to my right, grab the first girl that I see, open my mouth to speak….but nothing comes out…a squeak. She is….not my type….to be polite. It’s not her fault. Probably genetic…yeah, genetic.

I have about one minute left when I spot her, a cute little brunette sitting by herself. I strut over, lean beside her until she looks, don my gayest smile and say, “WoooooooooooHooooooooo!!!!”

She laughs.

I fist pump and say, “Yes!!!!”

She say’s, “Yay!”

After lots of banter, teasing, hugging….I give her my phone and she keys in her number. I return to my friend and ask, “How long?”

“Ten and a half minutes.”

“Haha.”

“I’m just up in my head. It’s that easy.” He say’s.

“Yeah bro. Too easy.”

My friend then proceeded to approach girls until he made out with a hottie. “You were supposed to get her number,” I said. It’s like skipping the text book and passing the test.

This is one example of momentum at work. I don’t need to go out, and hit on every girl at a bar to get numbers, but it works, and it’s a microcosm of for success in life. Instead of remaining static, move forward. As you accelerate the big obstacles become little tiny bumps.

Look at your life. How many bumps have you turned into massive roadblocks? Up your momentum and cruise over those little bastards. You could start….right now?