All right, let's start talking moves.
We've talked about what you do whenever you enter a room. You take
Your absolute, steely confidence
in exactly who and what you are allows you to walk
into any situation, a wedding, a party, a bar, a meeting at your office, whatever, like the king of the jungle. Not Godzilla, no chip on your shoulder, just confident and in charge.
Okay, you're finally inside. Great. Now, what comes next?
Next, of course, you do whatever it is you're supposed to do wherever it is you are (obvious, I know, but some guys need every little detail spelled out), until finally, you spot... her.
And, there she is, across the room. Everything you've always wanted. The dream girl you've fantasized about ever since the day you got your first
It's her, just as you've
always imagined her. The right hair and eyes, the lips you've
imagined against yours, those perfect breasts, endless legs, that waist that will just fit so snugly in between your waiting hands. Fuckin' God, her.
So what?
What? Come on now; do you really think this goddess of yours has been dreaming about you, too? Do you think her pillow's all soaked and stained with tears because, despite all her desperate searching, she hasn't found you yet? Think that well-used
of hers has your name on it? Think again,
Chauncey. Then go soak your head in a bucket of cold water and wake up to the reality the rest of us are walking around in.
Don't take that last bit personally. Trust me, all guys do this. We feel our heart racing, our fingers curling, stretching, reaching, the blood boiling in our veins, and we can't imagine that the woman pushing our buttons doesn't feel the same. I mean, it can't be possible she wouldn't feel the same. Right?
Wrong.
100% wrong.
In fact, make that 150%.
Get this through your head, Fred, this dream gal of yours does not know you from Adam. She has not created a picture of you in her mind the way you have of her. It's all in your fucking right? Maybe she'll like you. Maybe she'll
think you're cute or even hot. But she's got to get to know you, okay?
And, if we have to bother with the obvious, okay, yes, as Mr. Spock might say, there is a thin chance she'll feel the same way you do. But, the odds of her having spent puberty
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fantasizing about someone exactly like you are approximately 1,345,289 to 1 that that's the case. Approximately. In case you can't guess, those are not good odds. So, on the off chance she's just a woman out for a good time and not your god-damned soul mate, let's try an approach that might get you somewhere.
You've spotted her. She's the one you want. Being cool, not staring at her, not stalking her, you approach her calmly, causally, and you smile. That's it. As soon as you've made eye contact, and you know that she's not looking through you but at you, you acknowledge her existence with a pleasant smile.
Do you understand? A pleasant smile. Not a feral, let's
show our vampire leer, not something that's going to convince her she's being stalked by Charlie Manson’s cousin.
A confident, disarming smile.
You aren't going in for the kill here. This is not the big
move. This is the opening gambit. You see her. You approach her. You make eye contact, and then, you give her the big, confident smile.
If it's feasible, you walk directly up to her right then and there and say, "Hi, my name is
This approach will completely disarm practically any
woman you'll ever meet butIt won't get you laid on the spot, but only the worst kind of bitch is going to do anything but introduce herself back. After all, it's a social setting of some sort,
gym, dog park, vegetable aisle at the supermarket, a nice, safe setting, and you're a nice, safe guy.
So far.
Anyway, contact has been made. She knows your face, knows your smile, and knows you don't drool whenever you see a woman. You don't stammer when you talk. You don't ask stupid questions.
Now she is thinking about you. If this is a situation where you can wait until later to strike, you wait. Every time. Let her keep thinking about you. Let the mystique of you build up in her mind (women have great imaginations) until that magic moment comes when you finally call, and then, let the games begin.
If you have to go for it right meeting, no
way to find her again if you don't go for it, well, a man's got to do what a man's got to do. Of course, what a man's got to do and how he should do it are sometimes two different things. So, make sure you finish this book before you do any
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MEN AND WOMEN:
WHO'S HORNIER?
Big question. And one that, before we go any further, we had better stop and examine.
Most people, and by that I mean men and women, think that men are a thousand times hornier than women. Men just have to have it, they jerk-off morning, noon and night (and then have wet dreams after they go to sleep). Most women think that men are playing with themselves on their daily commutes, in the bathroom stall at the office, anywhere and everywhere.
Now, there's nothing wrong with taking things in hand squirting out some tension once in a while. Hell, as
Woody Allen said, "Don't knock it, it's sex with someone you love." But, let's not get off the track.
As for women, there are those who think they're far hornier than men, but those are mostly porn addicts who
believe that the moment any two women are alone that they instantly start finding reasons to drop things near each other so they can start touching each other's legs and then working their way up to the good stuff.
As beautiful a world as that would be, it ain't the real one. Okay? The answer to our question is that men and women are equally horny. We can't help it. It's build into our human programming.
Men just have to have sex. Well, yes, that's true. If we need to get scientific about it, male DNA is conditioned to search for partners. We can't help it. It goes back to the days (only a few thousand years back, really), when human beings were just another minor rung on the food chain for the larger predators. We had to reproduce as often as we could just to keep the species going. So, even today, guy's can't help turning their head and eyeing prospective birds even when they've got the quail of their dreams hanging on their arm.
But, what about the ladies? They can't be as horny as men, can they? I mean, men are disgusting and have sex on their minds every minute and well, women are different.
They're special. They're clean. They're ...
Turn it off, will you? Stop listening to the programming
that's been drummed into your head since you were two fucking years old. You're not Jesus Christ, your mother wasn't a
virgin, she sucked dick, so do your aunts and cousins and so will your little sister some day. They're people. They're human beings. They have needs. And you, my horny friend, should be goddamned glad of that fact.
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The simple truth is that women are every bit as horny as guys. They've got hormones, too, and like cats in heat, they've got to get stroked once in a while themselves. But, since they can pick and choose a lot more freely than we can, they can wait for the guy who knows how to provide the mood and the atmosphere and all the other crap they need to finally give in and uncross their legs.
So, long story short, don't let the fact that you want some tie you up in knots. Women aren't any kind of special creatures.
They stepped down off the pedestal during the sexual revolution and only a jackass would suggest letting them get back up there.
Don't let myths shatter your confidence. Both sexes need to get laid. With that in mind, let's get you a little closer to getting some.