Approach Anxiety Attack; AAA

Fuck me! I went AFC to a massive degree last night.

Two buddies and I decided to head out for some sushi last night in Costa Mesa. A very good place, with very fresh fish on Wednesday night. I went with the intention of picking up a waitress.

It was dark out, and I drove at a fast pace up the 405 weaving through traffic. The strength in my foot pushed the peddal, but the excitement in my mind pushed the speed limit. As I arrived, I cooly walked to the door of the restaurant. Two set walks by me, another two set walk by me, and another, I did nothing. Fuck.

As we're being seated I noticed only three waitresses. None were of high caliber but we got the best of the worst. She's my target by default. I C&F'd her the whole time. Dinner came and it went down the hatch. Shit, I know what I should do.

Then came the massive attack of the AFC. I'm AFC my mind tells me. Lots and lots of internal noise, and more internal noise, until I give in to it. I leave without meeting my objective. Mission failed.

It's difficult internalizing what I learned a few weeks ago. Giving in is easy. It was the easy way out, and I didn't learn a thing.

I need to learn from the field training.