Last night there was a two set of 9s in the corner of the bar. No one was approaching. They were well off in one corner and there was no way to avoid a very visible blow out if it went that way.

To add to that not only had I my wing but we had hooked up with a group of non pua friends. I could see this future of me being blown out spectacularly in front of everyone.
It took me a few minutes to nut up, but then, I turned to my wing said "watch this" and strode over.

I opened, I talked, they laughed, pure gold.

Then the little voice in my head started screaming at me "You're going to run out of things to say, you're going to run out of things to say" This is impossible I can talk like a mofo.

But like a bitch, for no good reason, after doing all the hard work I got up and left.

Sometimes the voice gets the better of us.

Learning is not a liner progression. You make progress, then you stall, maybe even move back a step. The trick is to keep practicing while others quit.

I'm going out again tonight and I bet you are too.