I walk into the Spearmint Rhino in Vegas at 1
AM on a Saturday night. It’s dark. I’m alone.
I’m wearing sunglasses, and smoking my 30th
cigarette of the evening.
Then I see her walk up on stage. She’s not
the tallest. Not the longest legs. Not the
biggest boobs. But she’s got a smirk, and
sparkle in her eye I can see even under the
fake lashes, and a strut in her 8-inch heels
that tells me exactly what kind of trouble
I’m in for.
I walk by, slowly. Take a seat next to the
stage. Look up, fixing my eyes on her eyes.
Everyone else in the place is hammered and
hooting and hollering. But I am still. And I
am smirking too.
She circles around, twirling on the center
pole, running her hands over her toned tanned
belly and throwing her long tangled brown
curls back for all the boys to see.
They are watching and imagining it is for
them. But I am watching and seeing that she
is for me.
She never looks over, and never walks close.
She’s here for business, collecting the tens
and twenties at the edge of the stage.
The song ends. She walks carefully down the
steps at the corner (8-inch heels make every
step an adventure). And I stand up, take two
steps over, and look straight at her.
She looks up and holds my gaze. I raise my
hand and motion with my finger, c’mere.
She walks over slowly, stands right before
me, and looks up. I wait, one second, two,
three… silence, and still that smirk.
Then I say simply, "come over here. I need to
talk to you."
20 minutes later, we’ve got a date for
tomorrow.
Two weeks later, I’ve got a new girlfriend in
Vegas and a great story to tell my friends.
Two months later, I’ve got another chapter in
my book of why hooking up with a stripper
always sounds like a great idea, until you
live through the drama.
How’d I do it?
It’s all about the Movie Moment and
Art of Rapport.
Sean, Seaaaan. It’s clear you were cool (sunglasses at 1AM) and had your mojo working, but, some analysis, please! What did you do that made it work; and what was said in that 20 minutes?
I know it’s frustrating… I did the Movie Moment. It takes about 90 minutes to explain and demo in the Art of Rapport workshop, and then takes even longer to practice.
Basically, I took all the nervousness and excitement I felt about this beautiful girl, and used it to fuel my certainty that I DID see something special in her, and we WERE destined to meet.
I said what was in my heart. I said I saw her and had to meet her. Then I got to know her, and let her know me. No script, no routines. Not boring, but not jokey funny either. Just letting the attraction happen and looking to find what was special in her.