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"Why don't you come up and LISTEN to me sometime?" M. West???
The actual study is hard to read, full of jargon.
Anyhow, thanks GLENN,
I love to tell myself how smart, clever and intelligent I am...it makes me feel good (I guess quite literally*)...
Until I discover what a Dumb AZZ I really am.
In 1969 I found two mentors, the best PICK-UP artists on my boat. At 19 I was like the boys in STRANGER THINGS who thought girls were a different species.
I was as clueless as Alicia Silverstone, dumber than a rock. So, I looked for help.
We reached Hawaii later that year, and had 90 days off the boat, so I apprenticed with these two girl getting geniuses, sort of.
One was a clown. He would approach girls with his hands held out, in each one was a little plastic figure, a Disney character or one of 4 he had: Mickey, Donald, Goofy and Daffy. He would hold out Mickey and Donald and in one of their voices he would ask the girls who they preferred...and before they could answer the other one would chime in. Always got a laugh.
Then he asked her to hold them, while out came Goofy and Daffy, and in their voices started complaining about being the second banana in this act.
He then told them he was in the Navy, getting out soon, going to Hollywood to become the next Mel Blanc (or voice artist is they didn't know) and asked them what they thought.
This is how it began for him. I sort of became his silent wing man. Once a girl who got stuck with me asked what I could do like that, my off the cuff response was,
"When I'm around an attractive girl, I do a pretty good Elmer Fudd, but it isn't by cho choi choice." From there I want into question mode.
Now at the time, I was already a student of persuasion, influence and salesmanship and had an interest in neuro sciences, but (and this is where the Dumb AZZ part comes in), I never connected the dots between what these guys did and what the brain chemistry was.
The other guy took a part-time job at the Hilton hotel in Waikiki as a bell hop, luggage carrier. His approach was this:
"I'm a Taurus, a real stubborn guy, what is your sign?" Sure it is LAME today, but back then, a pretty pat intro ice breaker.
Whatever they said, he got excited, said his REALLY FUN high school girlfriend was the same thing, that she loved to go dancing and went off to college and broke his heart. Followed by where are you from? No matter where, he had ridden his motorcycle through there a couple of years ago, and asked then what they liked about that place.
It sounds cheesy as heck today, but these two guys were pros, until the clown fell in love with a twin sister act and his mentoring became useless...when a pick-up artist gets smitten, game over.
Now, I've never given their "techniques" much of a thought, always assumed it was more personality than anything, but both of these guys innately knew how to get their targets in that endorphin pumping state of mind early and keep them there to a satisfactory conclusion. Now all this way before NLP and advanced Neuroscience studies.
I was too dumb to connect the dots.
What we have now, is the Glenn Masterclass (and I've taken a dozen of those) and what he has shared is probably more valuable to me than a Morgan Freeman drama education, albeit, his is pretty, pretty, pretty good.
If Glenn were to drop the Mic and leave the bldg with Elvis, we would still have as much useful, practical, and applicable information as we need to keep our own shows on the road.
On my PictoGrigm Of Persuasion, I am going to add ENDORPHIN to the brick I have you throw into the bubble of preoccupation of your target, it just makes more sense now.
P.S. *literally, no, for reals. he he
Last edited by GordonJ : June 5, 2021 at 11:46 AM.
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