What you need : 2 Laptops, internet connection, creativity.
I get on a bus from Quetzaltenango to Lanquin, Guatemala. It’s a 7 hour ride in a shuttle bus and I’m not looking forward to it.
When I step into the bus, im greeted with a nice sight, a cute, young 22-year-old Danish girl. We start chatting and about an hour in, I invite her to play a game of cards, then after that I explain the rules of the next game we will play.
The Swap iPod game.
I set the scene for the first selection -
‘Its friday night and its around 9pm, you’ve had an amazing dinner with your family and you’re getting ready to go out to meet your friends. You’re in your room and you put some music on… the song you play puts you in an amazing mood, your thinking about all the fun your going to have, about all the people your going to meet and your already smiling in anticipation. (Can anyone say NLP)
Now find the song on your Ipod that you would play, I’ll do the same and we will listen to each others selection.
I play
She plays
Next scenario is – Your driving along the highway in your car, its route 66 in the US, or the AP7 in Spain, a song comes on the radio that makes you want to dance, sing and tap your hands on the steering wheel. A la John Candy in ‘Planes trains a automobiles’.
I play
She plays
Next round – It’s Sunday morning, you wake up and put on your burgundy terry towling dressing gown and your brand new slippers. You walk into the kitchen of your house, you check the refrigerator and pull out eggs, bacon, sausages and tomato. You start cooking breakfast and you play this song, it makes you forget the slight hangover you have from last night.
I play -She plays
Next round – A song on your Ipod that gives you goosepimples.
I play -
She plays
As you can see, it goes on and on for another 20 rounds… we played this game for about 3 hours. every time the scenarios became more and more descriptive, with loads of NLP. It was pretty awesome… By the time we got to the hostel, I had her wrapped around my little finger.
Alas it wasnt to be, the hostel I arrived at was full of mid 20′s drunken douchbags who were hell-bent on validating and supplying all the neccesary attention her mind needed. But simply as a comfort tool, I think it’s amazingly good.

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