I was out with friends (including Jennifer) at another friend’s party at her house. Towards the end of the evening, she reminded me that she'd been asking me for ages to hypnotise her — and this was the first chance we'd had.
I sat her down, made sure she was comfortable and relaxed, then proceeded with the hypnosis. Everything was going well, especially considering that there were six of us in the room (at most three too many to be ideal). Feeling quietly confident, I was certain that nothing could stop me from a successful hypnosis. Her fingers and toes had started to lose their sense of touch, which is the first stage that I take my subjects through on the way to a full state of hypnosis.
Then a helium balloon that had been minding its own business suddenly hurled itself across her field of view, breaking her concentration and making her giggle uncontrollably.
We agreed to leave it for another day. Sometimes it’s just not meant to work.