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May. 24th, 2003 01:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pluralIf you can't play in the man's game, you can't close them, you go home and tell your wife your troubles. Because only one thing counts in this life: get them to sign on the line which is dotted. You hear me you fucking faggots?
'A,'
'B,'
'C.'
'A,' always,
'B,' be,
'C,' closing,
Always be closing.
-Glengarry Glen Ross
I see this attitude in life, mostly when it comes to business, I agree with it, but I see it in a lot of the guys out there trying to pick up women. Allow me to correct, I see it in a lot of the guys who are out there successfully picking up women, the losers can't close at work or in a bar. Not that they dont seem to try just the same, they are just resoundingly unsuccessful at it. Everything always seems to be more about closing the deal, making the next step, rather than enjoying whatever moment you are in.
I see guys who are always closing, and just seems to me, that it makes social interaction too much like a business. If getting laid is your business, then go for it. Enjoying life is my business, my business once my bills are paid anyway. Getting laid can be a nice part of enjoying life, but it cannot be the only part.
Yesterday, I was on the train to Maryland after a lunch meeting in DC. A particularly cute brunette caught my eye as I walked into the train, there were no seats available, which gave me a natural opportunity. I stopped in the aisle just before her seat, made eye contact, flashed my trademarked #11 smile then turned around, knelt in the aisle to wrap and ribbon some things from victoria secret.
[but thats an entirely different story which I wont go into here]
She couldn't resist,
[of course I recognize the inherent inequity of the situation, there is something about those little pink and white striped bags that charges a woman's knees with opposing magnetic fields]
She inquired playfully if it was for her,
to which I replied by
looking her over with some estimation,
as if seeing her again for the first time
a playful wink and turning back to my little project
she just smiled that inward smile not thinking I noticed.
we chatted for a minute or two
while I took advantage of the clear space in the aisle
to finish wrapping the package and affix the ribbon and bow,
then I excused myself and went to the front of the car,
where my companion from lunch was standing
We continued our discussion, of politics and humanity
which we started in our two [or was it four?] martini lunch
as much as I enjoyed the conversation, I was distracted by
occasional furtive glances and lingering eye contact
with the above mentioned lovely.
The train was slowing for my stop, and I made a decision.
I did not want [perhaps need] to close her
Phone numbers and what not would only
in some sad way try to stretch what instead
could be a bright flash, a vivid moment
something fixed in time not lost but not gained
I approached her
excused myself for interrupting the conversation
she was having with the elderly gentleman sitting next to her
lent in
cupping her face, her neck in my hands
in raising her chin to me
I kissed her
a brief moment of shock
the kiss was returned
a moments spark and deep hunger
followed in short order by
a decidedly un-motivated slap
cross the left side of my face
I put a single finger to her lips
flashed my ever charming trademarked smile #27
[especially reserved for such situations]
and took a step backward out of range
before turning and joining my companion
I paused on the platform
ever so briefly
to meet her eyes as the train pulled away
a bright flash
a vibrant moment
and
you know what
fuck closing
I have infinitely more fun
'A,'
'B,'
'C.'
'A,' always,
'B,' be,
'C,' closing,
Always be closing.
-Glengarry Glen Ross
I see this attitude in life, mostly when it comes to business, I agree with it, but I see it in a lot of the guys out there trying to pick up women. Allow me to correct, I see it in a lot of the guys who are out there successfully picking up women, the losers can't close at work or in a bar. Not that they dont seem to try just the same, they are just resoundingly unsuccessful at it. Everything always seems to be more about closing the deal, making the next step, rather than enjoying whatever moment you are in.
I see guys who are always closing, and just seems to me, that it makes social interaction too much like a business. If getting laid is your business, then go for it. Enjoying life is my business, my business once my bills are paid anyway. Getting laid can be a nice part of enjoying life, but it cannot be the only part.
Yesterday, I was on the train to Maryland after a lunch meeting in DC. A particularly cute brunette caught my eye as I walked into the train, there were no seats available, which gave me a natural opportunity. I stopped in the aisle just before her seat, made eye contact, flashed my trademarked #11 smile then turned around, knelt in the aisle to wrap and ribbon some things from victoria secret.
[but thats an entirely different story which I wont go into here]
She couldn't resist,
[of course I recognize the inherent inequity of the situation, there is something about those little pink and white striped bags that charges a woman's knees with opposing magnetic fields]
She inquired playfully if it was for her,
to which I replied by
looking her over with some estimation,
as if seeing her again for the first time
a playful wink and turning back to my little project
she just smiled that inward smile not thinking I noticed.
we chatted for a minute or two
while I took advantage of the clear space in the aisle
to finish wrapping the package and affix the ribbon and bow,
then I excused myself and went to the front of the car,
where my companion from lunch was standing
We continued our discussion, of politics and humanity
which we started in our two [or was it four?] martini lunch
as much as I enjoyed the conversation, I was distracted by
occasional furtive glances and lingering eye contact
with the above mentioned lovely.
The train was slowing for my stop, and I made a decision.
I did not want [perhaps need] to close her
Phone numbers and what not would only
in some sad way try to stretch what instead
could be a bright flash, a vivid moment
something fixed in time not lost but not gained
I approached her
excused myself for interrupting the conversation
she was having with the elderly gentleman sitting next to her
lent in
cupping her face, her neck in my hands
in raising her chin to me
I kissed her
a brief moment of shock
the kiss was returned
a moments spark and deep hunger
followed in short order by
a decidedly un-motivated slap
cross the left side of my face
I put a single finger to her lips
flashed my ever charming trademarked smile #27
[especially reserved for such situations]
and took a step backward out of range
before turning and joining my companion
I paused on the platform
ever so briefly
to meet her eyes as the train pulled away
a bright flash
a vibrant moment
and
you know what
fuck closing
I have infinitely more fun
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Date: 2003-05-23 11:25 pm (UTC)I'm wishing and hoping that this is honest. If it is fiction, I love it still.
fuck closing
I have infinitely more fun
yes, yes you do.
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Date: 2003-05-24 01:37 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-05-24 04:23 pm (UTC)welcome to my little peice of mad mad world
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Date: 2003-05-26 09:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-26 10:23 am (UTC)and hello, new friend.
if having fun/enjoying life is your "business" (or more appropriately - goal?), your definition of "closing" would be much different than those other guys anyway. of which it seems you're well aware.