Pickup is Easy. You Make it Difficult

From your seat in the busy pub you spot her. The prettiest girl in the room and she’s surrounded by chatty friends, both men and women. You assess the body language within the group. Is anybody physically touching her? Is she giving more attention to any one person? Both answers are no, so you assume she isn’t dating anyone in this group. That means she’s fair game and you can approach.

You walk towards the group. You aren’t nervous. You have the same anxiety approaching this group as you would have picking up a leaf. You’ve approached thousands of strangers. It’s not big deal. It doesn’t mean anything. There are no consequences because you’ve trained yourself not to care what people think. You don’t think. You just do.

As you approach the table, one of the group, a somewhat attractive girl looks up at you and since you’re smiling, she smiles back.

“Hi.” You say.

“Hello!” She replies.

“Who’s birthday is it?”

“Oh, it’s Jimmy’s birthday.”

You made a guess, and you were right. Though, you would have been fine with, “How’s it going over here?” Or, “I was lonely over there.”

You introduce yourself to the group, shaking hands with everyone. They don’t seem bothered by you, not even the guy who is loudly talking about this afternoon’s flag football game.

You haven’t spoken to her yet, but you could have. You could have walked straight through the group and said “Hi, I’m Chris.” Or you could have said, “You’re the prettiest girl in the room.” You could have said something strange or funny like, “I had to move over here, the bartender is a Republican.”

It doesn’t matter. All that matters is you moved from over there, to over here, opened your mouth and said something.

You ask if you can sit down. They say sure. You move a seat next to the hot girl and strike up small talk. She seems charmed by you, and gives you more attention than her friends. Because you said hello to her friends and you gauged their protectiveness, you conclude they won’t cockblock you. So you focus more on the girl.

Five minutes of flirting later, and you ask her to meet your friends, over there. You excuse yourself and walk the girl out of the group, over to your friends, and introduce her. Your friends are smart, and don’t steal the spotlight or run game on her. They make you look cool. You move her away from your group, around the corner, and grab her phone number. After another minute of flirting, you lean in to kiss her. She turns her cheek and blushes but you stay cool and happy. A minute later you try again and she let’s you kiss her.

This is what many pickups look like. Not like magic. The conversation might not even be interesting. But we get so uptight, so nervous, so anxiety ridden over this whole affair.

This is a true story. It happens every night, all across the world. Men meeting women in seemingly intimidating situations, that really aren’t.

Pickup is easy. Pickup is fun. But it takes practice.

There is nothing wrong with approaching women.

You don’t need to be rich, or incredibly handsome, or smart, or famous.

You just need to do what most people won’t.

Something.

***I’m still signing up students for my Las Vegas Bootcamp, which will be late November or or Early December. Christmas presents for the family? Psshaw. Picking up girls!***