THE PERFECTION FALLACY
“Wow, you really know what you’re talking about,” said Carl.
I smiled. We were both sitting out by the pool of the Hard Rock Resort and Casino in
Orlando Florida. The sun was shining, and I had a nice cold Coke in my hand as I
watched the beautiful girls swim in the pool and lounge around.
I had come down to Florida for a business conference, and I had become a mini-celebrity
among the other people who were attending the conference, mostly due to the fact that at
night, I could walk into the bar and start holding court with the women in there.
The night before, Carl and some of his friends had been milling about. They said they
had heard of my skill and wanted to see for themselves. So I approached a group of four
women who were at a table in the lounge and joined them.
Seeing this, Carl and his buddies swooped in like vultures, scaring the women off from
my tried-and true strategy. I had to excuse myself and left the group to Carl and his
buddies. Within five minutes, the girls had asked them to leave.
Carl happened to spot me the next morning as I lay by the pool and we got to talking.
Carl was your pretty typical case. He was a decent looking guy with a good paying job,
he just didn’t have a girlfriend to “complete the picture,” so to speak.
As he sat down next to me, he asked me how I was able to go up to those four women the
night before. That’s when I explained my theory on approaching and starting
conversations.
“Do you think you could teach me how to do that?” he asked.
“Sure,” I smiled. I pointed to a girl who was laying by the pool getting some sun. “See
that girl over there?”
“Yeah,” said Carl.
“Walk up to her and ask her if she’s got some suntan lotion you could borrow.”
Carl looked at me funny. “What?” he said.
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