Thanks for the heads up; I appreciate it. 
So I thought up another test subject last night. It’s me. Let me explain…
By all accounts, I’m seen as an alpha dog to other people whether I like it or not. I’ve done the personality tests where I think I’m one type and everyone else says I’m another and they always come back with me scoring high in the alpha zone. I’ve been told it’s how I handle myself, how I carry myself, how physically imposing I am, yadda yadda yadda.
Socially, my friends love to take me to the club as their wingman because whenever they feel intimidated and won’t approach a female, they ask me to go over and start a convo. I then will either bring her back to the table or inform her of my friend’s physical attributes and tell her that she can expect him to drop by shortly to say hello. They think this is some other-worldly talent that I possess…but little do they know.
In actuality, I’m a hopeless introvert. I do the things I do because I fight a constant mental battle to force myself into situations where the only choice of survival (read: save face) is to rely on instinct and preparation. For instance, once I’m within two yards of the girl, I tell myself that I have to just say one word. Then once that word has already come out, I know there’s no turning back or I’d look like a fool. That’s when instinct takes over. If I like what she’s wearing, I compliment her on it. If she smells nice, I always ask what scent she’s wearing. I love scent…
So here’s the rub – while I tell everyone I’m an introvert, no one believes it. And while I tell myself that I’m an introvert who loves to be around people (weird huh?) and that I’d like to become an extrovert, I can’t see it happening. My acting on instinct is a product of all the conversation preparation I’ve done. I mentally play out all sorts of scenarios in my head, and then when it’s show time; I’m just following the script. I swear I should’ve been an actor.
Take away that prep work and it would be like me trying to run a route given to me as a check down without knowing the specifics of the play. I’d look like a complete moron out on the field and I’d look like a complete moron in front of the female in the club. There is so many other things that I could talk about, but those things never come out…I always stick to the game plan.
So, what I think would be really, REALLY cool would be to cross-pollinate myself and see what happens without the script. Could I start the conversation and still appear confident like I do now? What would I talk about and how well will the conversation flow? Or would I flame out and crash in one spectacular ball of fire?
It’s sickening that I would do that to myself, but hey - it’s in the name of science, right? 
What do you think? Is cross-pollination a likely event?