Friday 12th February, 2010 in Covent Garden.
Eight months ago I did my first ever day game approach. I was shitting myself. I didn’t know what to say and I had no idea how to move the interaction forwards. The subtle arts of body language, hooking, NLP, stacking were all mysteries to me. Over the past eight months and 400 approaches I’ve hit the streets day after day.
I grinded this shit out. I’ve had moments of inspiration in the glorious sunshine of a summer afternoon. I’ve also trudged shambolically through wind, rain and snow to make sure I got my approaches in no matter what. Never once did I doubt that every flaw is fixable. Never once did I let the seeds of doubt stop me taking right action. Even when I was really struggling. Even when I couldn’t hook sets much less close them.
Sometimes you run an approach and you surprise even yourself. You look back at all the progress made, all of the distance covered and you realise you are getting good. You feel the tremendous satisfaction of claming a hard earned reward.
I had such a set on Friday. And I caught it on video with simulataneous audio. Heh!
Everybody has this inside them. It took me eight months and 400 approaches to find it. This is why I do daygame.