I guess he is right though, as since I have started reading it again it has opened my eyes to everything I haven’t been doing or have just forgot. I also have noticed the more time that had elapsed between readings the less and less I was actually pushing myself to open sets. I was taking the easy way out and after so much effort that was not going to be acceptable.

This past weekend was just incredible. It started on Wednesday and ended early this Monday morning. Yeah I’m tired and my throat is sore from all the yelling, I’m hung over and not feeling very motivated today but there is something else going on too. Normally a day that I am beat and feeling it I would have dreaded going anywhere. Maybe through on some shorts and a T-shirt and a hat and off to StarBucks not really caring about appearances, or even worse just staying home.

Not this time! Oddly enough I was yearning to get out, even though I am super tired and not feeling very social I still busted out the ironing board, pressing even my shorts. Avatar is who I am and I am ALPHA and as an ALPHA I am confident and am always aware of whats around me.

So how does this all tie into reading the VAH book again? It’s really simple. I’ve been relearning the skills that brought me so much success and with those skills come responsibility. Not so much to anyone else, but more to myself. First impressions start with myself and as such they start internally. This internalization has caused a spark inside me to ignite the inner fire of challenge. You see I believe that theory is only power if we can transpose it to application and application can only take us as far as we are willing to push the envelope.

Last night I closed an HB9 and I’ll say that she was easily that because she had drive that makes me want to be around her. Sure she is a Beer Goddess at the Beale Street Flying Saucer and yeah the more she flirts and talks the more tip she gets. The difference is just how far I was willing to challenge her to be a challenge to me. I set myself up, not as a customer, but as a fun guy who made her laugh and cry and feel frustrations, heat, sadness, love and many other emotions each time she came around. She didn’t know what to expect of me every time she came by.

I watched her interact with many other tables last night and every guy was just falling over themselves to appease the babe. They made it a point to thank her and tip her and ask her “normal” questions. SteveO challenged her to serve him better than any of the other waitresses there. Be something different than the typical customer, make an impression. The only way you get better at something is when you push things to the extreme even at the risk of failing. After all is it failing if we learn and can then push further next time?

I watched as every guy watched mine and her interaction and for the first time in my life I heard a guy call me an asshole to his buddy. He said I wouldn’t get anywhere with her, or something to that matter. Funny thing was that guy was me many years ago. The nice guy, the follower, abiding by the rules, but always alone.

Our table was the wildest and the drinks and conversation were flowing. Pictures were flashing, our loudness was the loudest and all my lair friends were working the room. At the end of the night everyone knew us and some dude hater snickered to his friend on what an asshole I was. When I came back from the bathroom Jennifer had taken my unsigned charge slip and gave it to a friend. I called her a punk ass and stared her down until she smiled. I smiled and caught dude hater looking in awe as I said I like your style kid. Write down your info for me. I watched as every guy in the room stood in awe as Jennifer, the hottest one in their without question, took a beer coaster and wrote the info down. With a big smile she hands it off and I grab the pen from her and say I’m keeping this as ransom. She smiles and tells me she is going to get her pen back and that she guarantees it. I say deal and walk off. When I passed the table of dude hater I say loud for him to hear it,”Yep I’m an asshole.”