She Left a Toothbrush
Week 4 Stats:
- 24 approaches (target was 22-25, hit the band)
- 5 numbers (21% conversion)
- 3 dates (goal: 3, hit)
- Goal hit: Yes
- Cumulative weeks hit goal: 2/4
Yesterday morning around 11. Megan left for brunch with her roommates after a slow morning at my place. I went to shower. When I reached for my toothpaste there was a pale blue Quip sitting in the spare ceramic holder next to mine. Rinsed, dried, positioned parallel to mine like she’d thought about the geometry of it.
She didn’t ask. She didn’t mention it before she left. She just put it there.
I stood in the bathroom for a minute looking at it. I haven’t moved it. I haven’t brought it up with her. It’s still sitting there, staring at me every morning I leave the apartment to go do more approaches for the experiment that’s supposed to be the entire point of what I’m doing rn.
That toothbrush is the actual story of Week 4. The numbers are good. The discipline held. The wine aisle date worked but the moment that I’m going to remember from this week is the moment I realized she’d planted a flag in my apartment without asking and I’d let her.
The Numbers Tell A Different Story Than I Expected
Week 1: 41 approaches, 2 dates. Week 2: 28 approaches, 3 dates. Week 3: 19 approaches, 2 dates. This week: 24 approaches, 3 dates.
The conversion math went from 5% (Week 1, approach to date) to 12.5% this week. I’m doing 40% of the volume I was doing in Week 1 and producing 50% more dates. What I’ve been figuring out over the last three weeks is actually working. Selectivity is producing dates without requiring volume, which means the “volume protects against variance” lesson from Week 3 needed adjustment. The right number wasn’t 19 (too tight) or 28 (slightly loose). It was 24, which is what I aimed for and what I hit.
The harder thing to articulate is that 24 focused approaches felt more exhausting than 41 autopilot approaches. Each one required me to actually be present, actually want to talk to her, actually invest. Week 1 I could approach forty women in a week because I wasn’t really there for any of them. This week I approached twenty-four and felt every one of them. By Friday I was wiped in a way I haven’t been since Week 1, except for completely different reasons.
The Wine Aisle, Wednesday 3:15 PM
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