I used to be so laid back, non-pushy, relaxed. My time wasn't respected very much.
Now I'm getting a hell of a lot more demanding, pushy, and abrasive. My time is getting respected infinitely more.
Today I was running through a plan to make a client lots of money. We had fleshed out all the groundwork steps that would take 10-20 hours or so, but were just getting the entire thing down on paper.
It was a good plan, but he was kind of losing interest and mentally checking out.
We were halfway down the page. I said, "Okay, go back to the top and write this. 'If this project makes tens of thousands of dollars, I'm taking Sebastian to Boracay to go scubadiving.'" He laughs and does it, and then is a lot more engaged.
Since I'm doing the radically honest thing lately, I said a while later, "You know, you were kind of dragging ass, and then I say you've got to take me to Boracay if this works, and you got a lot more excited and locked in... that's kind of weird, don't you think?"
He says, "Yeah. Actually, everything just felt a lot more real after you said. I could imagine it all working out, going well, and then we'd go to Boracay."
I was seething. I was furious. And I was even more furious that I was furious. Agh, this is so bloody irrational of me, I can't believe I'm getting bent out of shape over this.
I'm transitioning into meta-furious. This is both bad and ridiculous.
I had been waiting for a shuttle bus and met two Chinese girls from Guangzho. Pretty girls, very so-so English, seemed like nice people. And as we were striking up a nice conversation, a very awkward guy jumped in to CHAT!!! Let's CHATTT!!!! HEY WHERE YOU FROM WHERE YOU GOING HOW LONG ARE YOU HERE?!?
Now, I can deal with someone jumping in to a conversation. Okay, maybe it's not always great. But you can roll with it. Usually. But not this time.
This time it was the proverbial Bull in the China Shop.
This is a continuation of the story, How I Became a Famous Pickup Artist Part 1. If you haven't read that already, you should do so before reading this article.
Papa was notorious for being in contact with everyone in the pickup scene. I couldn't blame him, either - he was the business side of "Real Social Dynamics", a company that taught seminars and workshops to aspiring players. Not surprisingly, he was the only person at the seminar that I knew.
In order to extract every last precious second out of my experience, I had gotten on the earliest flight to Chicago that I could book. I called Papa when I arrived at the hotel at 10am. I could hardly make out his voice. He'd been out in the clubs until very late and was still sleeping.