Make Her Want To Hook Up With This 1 Line


Dating and psychology go hand in hand like salt and pepper.

If you understand how the female mind works, then you can always give her that extra nudge in the right direction. :twisted:

One such way in which I exploit this, is to give the girl a sense of urgency by telling her that “I’m leaving soon”, “I have a flight to catch in a day or so”, “I’m not from here”, “I’ll be visiting some family for the Summer”, etc.

Such simplistic lines work fucking wonders in propelling the girl to either want to meet up or hook up!

Such lines create a sense of urgency in the girl’s mind where she thinks:

“I have to meet up/hook up with this guy ASAP because he’s leaving town”.

On the other hand, if you don’t indicate that there’s a sense of urgency, the girl has no reason to want to see you again in any hurry.

Get it?

Friday Night Field Report @ The Bar [June 26, 2015]- Girl Recognizes Me From Controversial Youtube Video

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I hit the bar Friday night around 7:45, grabbed a bar-stool, ordered myself a plastic cup-to-go of pear Vodka, cranberry juice with a splash of Triple Sec on top.

The spot was pretty much empty but for a drunk guy standing beside me yelling incoherently.

Checked my watch and realized that it was early though it felt latish.

After a while, a sexy fucking chick donned in a red dress took a seat on the stool next to me.

I immediately opened her [struck up a conversation].

She ignored me.

Cool!

A veteran PUA is never fazed by that.

I kept talking to her [over my shoulder while we sat shoulder to shoulder].

She finally cracked and cracked with a smile while trying to suppress it in order to not appear so easily taken.

My charms worked like a charm on this HB9 with a frosty attitude. ;)

She eventually opened up almost fully within 10 minutes of me doing most of the blabbering and poaching.

She then asked:

“You’re Socialkenny from Youtube, right”?

Me: “Yea. How did you know”?

Girl: “I seen your controversial video about women in g-strings.

Me: “Oh yea? How did that happen”?

Girl: “A friend of mine shared it on Facebook. I thought it was disgusting”!

This led to a long and spirited discourse about my controversial video and the motivation to put such content out there on the web.

Obviously- at least obvious to me- this girl was very much into me…especially upon learning who I was [Socialkenny] and what I teach [pickup].

I was still on my 1st of 2 drinks while this chick had already downed 3 fucking soda-mixed cocktails like they were water! :shock:

As a guy who cannot drink for shit: I was both impressed and felt somewhat emasculated that a girl was able to down 3 alcoholic drinks while I was still struggling with just 1. :( :(

Anyway, during the chat, I threw in a few sexual spikes:

“Hey, I must be real with you. Your cleavage is fucking tempting me”!

She laughed and looked at me with aa testy smile as if to see whether I would remain congruent or back down.

I stood my ground and reiterated what I said.

It was priceless!

My eyes were primarily zoomed in on her protruding cleavage which were nearly touching my shoulder blade as she turned and talked.

My gaze ran from boobs to lips, boobs to lips, eyes, boobs…

Most guys are too bashful to even peek at a woman’s bust while in conversation let alone stare.

It is thought to be rude and intrusive.

This may appear so, bet here’s the kicker: it is only deemed by women as intrusive and rude if the guy who’s admiring her package isn’t on her level…meaning her social status far exceeds him.

Women only get offended when men who are out of their league try to pass their place.

Hence, as long as you approach girls as though you belong [in her proverbial league], they will regard your advances as justified and normal.

A while later, I ordered another pear-flavored Vodka Absolute cocktail though I wasn’t even half done with the 1st cup.

We flirted sexually and playfully while I fiddled with my smartphone trying to multi-task between checking my FB notifications and gaming this blazing hottie in red.

Me: “Your tits are really tempting. Why couldn’t you wear something less revealing”?

Girl in red: :lol: “Anything I wear reveals my breasts”. :smile:

Some guy came and sat next to us- someone she apparently knows- ordered beers and our conversation flow was interrupted as she chatted with the other guy for a bit.

This totally fucked my situation as the girl was now distracted, forced to engage in convo with the other guy because they know each other.

I remained cool as a cucumber, intermittently commenting to her about something random while she does the same.

Since it was still very early, I floated around the bar talking to other chicks while she grabbed a seat at a table with 2 other girls.

Some time had elapsed and it was getting somewhat late so I decided to grab her phone number.

Recalling that she said she left her mobile phone at home, I borrowed a pen from the bartender and rummaged through my pockets for any piece of scrap paper I could find in order to jot down my phone number for the # swap.

The reason I didn’t this: apart from being cool, was to ensure that she does forget my name and number.

I called her aside from her girls:

Me: “We must stay in touch. Here’s my number. Sorta old fashion but better than nothing”.

I handed her the piece of paper with Kenny and my # jotted on it.

She laughed for a bit as this was really uncommon for her.

Note: this girl is about 21 years old.

In essence, she was too young to remember the pre-smartphone era where guys and gals used to swap phone numbers via pen and paper. So this sort of pick-up made her chuckle. :)

She gave me her number and we parted ways.

Ok, normally, I wouldn’t pick up a girl in this manner at a bar or nightclub.

What I mean is, I would usually try to take the girl home instead, since there’s a strong possibility that a girl who’s intoxicated may forget your number the following day(s). Hence, the safer bet is to try to sleep with her that night.

Be as it may, I took the gamble anyway and decided to bank on her remembering me whenever I do contact her.

Freeze-out Tactic Examples To Get A Girl Chasing Over Text

Example of a successful “Freeze-Out” tactic

“Freezing a girl out” is a seduction concept which in other words mean to purposely ignore a girl in order to make her chase you.

With this random girl whom I’d picked up on Facebook days ago, I froze her out via Whatsapp Messenger and she in turn messages me last night, wondering why I haven’t texted her.

If you want a girl to chase you, which deepens her attraction for you; then you can employ some freeze-out tactics like I did here.

Now, with this girl, who obviously wants me, I decided to freeze her out after she made a comment on 1 of my FB statuses, basically acting prudish and acting iffy about meeting up…hence I stopped texting her after I’d gotten her # and was set to meet up with her on the weekend.

Check out the chat log from last night [her texts in white…mines in green].

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Also note how she starts off by saying I’m the type of guy she should stay away from…meaning a “badboy”. ;)

BTW, don’t take my texts seriously. I was basically feeding her emotional spikes. So…once again; if a girl plays difficult: freeze her out and watch her chase you.

Wait! Before you get all freeze-out happy here- there are disclaimers:

Freeze outs only work on girls who like you.

In addition to that, an effective freeze out can only be used on a high point of texting wen the girl is engaged.

If the girl is non-responsive, the freeze out will have packed less of a punch.

Also, the most powerful freeze outs are utilized when the girl least expect them: when the vibe is going great.

The worst possible time to attempt to freeze a chick out is when she blows you off or pending a fight or argument.

Doing so will have made you seem too reactive as if you got your feelings hurt.

You cannot freeze a girl out in a way that makes her think that you’re butt-hurt in any way.

If you do freeze a girl out as a consequence of something she did/said that wasn’t agreeable: you have to do it with grace and not appear butt-hurt!

For instance: an argument over text (or phone call).

As was the case with this girl featured in the screenshot.

We had a disagreement over the womanizing stuff I post to my FB. She also wasn’t pleased with my insistence on rendezvousing too soon.

In such a case, a freeze out with calm works wonders!

Lying Doesn’t Profit You In The Game

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You Don’t Have To Lie To Women!

A while back, I wrote an extensive article making a distinction between players (so-called naturals) and pick-up artists.

What separates both camps is 1 factor:

PUA’s are taught to be forthcoming and transparent with the women in whom they deal with.

Your stereotypical player aka natural, doesn’t have that code within his game, hence his game is based on lying to numerous women in order to cover his ass.

That is the difference between your stereotypical player and a PUA.

Today, I severed ties with a long-time friend of mines, of a friendship which dates back to the early 90’s as a kid in New York City.

By definition: he is what we PUA’s would dub a “Natural” [or a player]: someone who grew to become good with women by osmosis, and without artificial means of learning such as books, videos, coaching, classes, etc. as we PUA’s have.

My friend being a natural with women, was accustomed to having a new girl in his bed every other week of the year.

Whenever he visits me here in the Caribbean (bi-yearly), he would tote along with him a new-hot girl each visit.

Unbeknownst to me: he was married all the while!

Really!

I had no idea that this buddy of mines was married.

Be as it may, as a womanizer myself; I don’t judge, nor am I opposed to the idea of married men shagging other chicks on the side.

Anyway, so all was well…up until 2 days ago when he had contacted me on Facebook in a tone that was very aggressive.

I paraphrase:

“Hey Kenny, what the fuck were you thinking when you posted those pics of me and those girls to your profile!? Yo my fucking ex-wife seen those pictures with me and the girl on the beach and she’s upset as hell and causing me problems right now. I’m so fucking pissed at you right now. Take those pictures down and delete them right now from Facebook! Don’t post any more shit with me in there”. Thank you”!

Talk about shocked! :shock:

I was dumbfounded when I read the inbox message from my long-time friend and fellow ladies man.

I couldn’t believe it!

Not only did I NOT know he had an ex-wife, but I didn’t even know the buffoon was married in the 1st place!

Aside from that, his tone, language and demands aggravated the fuck out of me! :mad: :mad:

You’re demanding that I delete photos from my own Facebook…photos taken with my camera…photos that I own!?

You’re essentially telling me how to manage my fucking Facebook: what to put, what to delete, what to upload, what to post, etc!?

Who the hell gives you that authority my man!?

Ok, so to fill you in on what happened, a year or 2 ago, he visited me here in the islands accompanied by a Puerto Rican chick from the New England area.

As customarily the case, we took a plethora of pictures of various sites, tours, events and so forth.

One such photo was that of him and the girl on the beach as they posed for my camera.

This was taken about 2-3 years ago.

I don’t understand what he thought the photos were meant for except to be posted online, i.e. Facebook.

Anyway, all was frikkin’ well!

Some weeks ago, while browsing through the stored files on my media card, I noticed that I still had a photo of my buddy and the Puerto Rican girls which wasn’t uploaded to my Facebook…so I uploaded it and tagged the guy: “Hey D, do you remember this photo”?

Weeks went by without an alarm.

I never thought anything of it since this was a norm with the pics we would take throughout the years.

Two days ago, I got blasted with the inbox message from my ex-friend, chewing me out for posting that photo, among other photos where he posed with other girls…these were photos taken by me with their approval of course.

He’s evidently pissed because the photo got viewed by the wrong person: his ex-wife…or current wife is what I suspect.

Listen- I have no qualms about pulling a sensitive photo upon the request of someone who has something to hide.

That isn’t my contention.

I am pissed at his approach, his language and the manner in which he addressed me about the situation!

Don’t balk at me because you got fucking caught living a lie dude!

Approach me cordially and like a man…or a friend!

Don’t jump down my throat in anger because of your own fuck-ups!

Don’t ‘DEMAND’ that I remove a photo which I possess, taken by me, with the explicit consent of yourself and the girl who’s also in the photo(s).

You don’t have the right to demand shit!

To be clear here: I never responded to his inbox message with how I was really feeling.

I simply replied with: “Ok. Cool”!

I was so shocked and thrown for a loop that I couldn’t muster up the words at the time to put this idiot in his rightful place!

He specifically wanted 3 tagged photos removed, so I assured him that I will: “Ok cool man”, was my only response.

Now, this is where it all boiled over for me.

Today, I received a phone call from a mutual friend of ours concerning the matter.

The mutual friend told me that the dude is irate and is cursing up a storm that I would post those pics of him to Facebook…especially knowing that he has a wife…or ex-wife. Also that he is stressing and going through drama over this.

I tried to keep my composure over the phone as I explained to the mutual friend the occurrence, and the fact that I NEVER knew that this dude was even married at any point in time!

He conveniently withheld that vital piece of information from me!

No rings on his finger during his periodic visits, no bands, no word or talk of marriage and so forth.

I had no fucking indication that this dude was married!

He never gave me any indication!

As the convo progressed between me and the mutual friend of ours, I got very ticked off that I’m here being accused of causing this dude marital problems over peanuts!

I don’t have a problem with covering for the boys!

That isn’t the issue here!

The fact is, this prick for whatever reason, never tipped me off about his marriage, nor the fact that he might have had a girl in his life.

He pretended to be a Bachelor while secretly having relationships here and there.

Hence, the reason why I hinted earlier that players and naturals have to always live a lie and cover their tracks from various women.

They lie to girl A about girl B, and lie to girl C about girl D…while brewing up another batch of lies and deception for girl E and F…lies which will all catch up to him sooner than later.

PUA’s will rarely ever face such drama because we don’t lie to women about these things…at least we are taught not to!

We don’t have to put our fucking phones on silent mode, out of fear that the girl we are in bed with will become suspicious of incoming calls and messages.

Saying that to say, If you’re gonna play and be a player; play it right!

Don’t blame the next man when shit blows up in your fucking face!

If you want to be a ladies man: learn to do it right by being forthright with women!

You don’t have to lie to women: whether they’re your wife, concubine, side-chick or hookers!

Digressing…

Ok, so before the phone call ended between the quasi-mediator [the mutual friend] and myself, I gave him a little message to deliver to my ex-friend:

“Listen- I’m a grown ass man! I don’t have time for kid fucking drama! Tell him that I say, I will NOT delete those photos- PERIOD! On top of that, tell him that from this day on, our friendship is terminated! No more! I don’t want shit to do with him and I don’t have shit to say to him ever again! Leave it at that”!

Mutual friend: “Hey Kenny bruh, you sure you want to take it that far over this”?

Me: “Yea! Point blank! I’m a man…a real man! I don’t hide like a bitch like he does! I don’t have to lie to my GF about my lifestyle! So deliver that message to his ass right now! Our friendship is DONE…for good! I don’t have time for this childish bullshit”!

Think what you want: “Kenny overreacted”.

No I didn’t!

I just don’t tolerate bullshit, nor do I respect wannabe players who play the game wrong, then bitch down when caught instead of taking responsibility and holding their own!

This is why I don’t have (male) friends neither wingmen.

Real men who own their shit are rare as flying donkeys!

I don’t want to be responsible for any guy’s situations, fuck-ups and dilemmas. Likewise, I don’t want any guy to think that they have to watch my back and vouch for me in anyway.

Guys such as my ex-friend need to realize that they cannot continue to live a lie when it pertains to women!

Lots of hearts will be left broken!

As someone who’s adherent to the old-school PUA philosophy, as Mystery once said, “Leave her better than you met her”.

In layman’s terms: that means a guy [a PUA] should enrich a girl’s life rather than break her down and leave her worse off emotionally than when he met her.

Lying to women about other women will only leave women worse off than they were before.

Hence, the “All men are dogs” mantra fostered by disgruntled women who were fucked over by a lying player.

By no means am I trying to merge pure ethics with game.

I’m not a fucking saint!

However, if I do get caught lying to some girl, it’ll NEVER be about other women in my life!

It is NEVER about me withholding the fact that I have a girlfriend and has been in a relationship 6+ years now!

My girlfriend of 6+ years knows very well that I meet other women.

Other women I meet and hook up with, know very well from the get-go that I have a GF, hence their expectations are NEVER shattered, nor are they ever hurt in the end.

You don’t have to lie to women about your womanizing ways!

Only Betas and men without balls do that!

Real men own up to their shit: married or legally single!

Getting caught out there, ala Tiger Woods and Koby Bryant style, then having to cry in front of the media apologizing like a giant pussy for loving pussy, is no way for a man to be a man.

In the case of my now ex-friend; I really don’t know why he had married while having the intention to continue to live the life of a bachelor.

Why the fuck marry dude!?

Frankly, I don’t care!

In the end, it all comes down to principles and respect.

You wanted something done [me deleting those photos]: should’ve gone about it with respect!

Don’t attack me and talk shit about me to others, saying that I’m ruining your marriage or post-marital issues by posting to my Facebook, then desire for me to fulfill your request!

If a guy wants to cheat [a term which I don’t agree with]: I have no problems with that!

Just own your shit whenever shit hits the fan!

Don’t blame anyone else like a coward for outing you!

No guy or gal can out me because I’m already out!

Whenever a girl in the blind (jokingly) says to me, “I’m gonna tell your girlfriend that you hit on other women”.

I laugh!

Little do they know that I operate above board about my womanizing ways.

My GF understands that I’m a man with a loaded dick in my pants and I love to flirt and meet other women for work and play.

She doesn’t jump down my throat for this because she well knew ahead of time what she had gotten into by getting with a pick-up artist.

It profits you NOT to lie to women about other women!

Read: No need to keep lying about having a GF

Difference between PUA and Players

Beware Of The Boyfriend Zone…If You Only Want Sex


The friend-zone and text-zone are terrible enough. But the boyfriend zone is equally self-defeating for the guy who doesn’t quite have ‘Boyfriend’ at the top of his agenda.

I watched a video recently on Youtube from Todd Valentine, the pick-up instructor, who talked about the boyfriend zone, just that he didn’t attach a label to it as I am doing here.

Every now and then, I would get put in the boyfriend zone, due to no conscious fault of mines whatsoever.

As Todd had cited in his video: this would periodically happen to him also.

He would pick up a girl, run the gamut of a normal seduction, get the girl to meet up for a Day2 [1st date], etc. All seem well until he tries to take the girl home, or even remotely implies that he has a sexual agenda: everything goes South in that the girl doesn’t necessarily want to sleep with him [then], but she begins to see him as boyfriend material.

If a girl sees you as boyfriend material: fine!

If you’re looking for a girlfriend at the moment [sans sex, i.e. without the perk of sex]- then by all means- have no fucking fear of the boyfriend zone!

However, as with Todd’s dilemma, so was mines.

I was NOT looking a girlfriend!

I wanted sex first and foremost!

What occasionally happens to some guys- as to why they get tossed into the boyfriend zone- is that they present the girl a too-good-to-be-true image which inadvertently makes the girl not want to ruin things if she happens to succumb to the guy’s early sexual advances.

I find myself in this precarious quagmire with every 1 in 10 girl whom I pick up.

I would meet a girl, get her to rendezvous somewhere, we would hit it off romantically and so forth- but she declines to have sex with me (too soon)!

In no way is this Last-Minute Resistance [LMR] which a guy will undoubtedly encounter while in bed with the girl.

When a girl puts you into the boyfriend zone, you’re not even making it to the bedroom, let alone to be faced with LMR! :( :shock:

Whenever a newly met girl gets to experience [not sexually] a guy unlike one she’s used to, at some point, this crosses her mind:

“This is so good that I don’t want to risk losing it”!

Every now and then; you will come across a girl who gets so drawn into your vibe [no fault of your own], that she fears having sex with you too early will cause her to lose you…and this is largely because of the stigma that most men want to hit it and quit it.

Guys of intellectual minds are often tossed into the boyfriend zone if they aren’t friend-zoned otherwise.

As an intellectual, and a guy who would sometimes fall into a habit of preaching and counseling, I was always finding myself in the boyfriend-zone with every 6 in 10 girls I picked up..and this was deep into my pick-up career.

The reason why intellectuals don’t get laid, and are horrible with women, is that we operate [in the seduction of women] on an intellectual plane, thinking to ourselves that women are attracted to intelligent men and are repelled by guys of lesser intellect.

Now- I know such a declaration is likely to have raised some eyebrows…but I’ll explain.

Logically; a woman does want a guy who has some intellect about things: life, love, relationship management, education, values, etc.

Emotionally; a woman doesn’t give a rat’s ass about a guy’s IQ!

Sexually: a guy’s intellect isn’t indicative of what he can do in the bedroom.

With those pointers raised, we now see why (so-called) intelligent men do poorly with women.

On a biological, survival-replicative and evolutionary level: a guy’s intelligence level means shit!

You have to bear in mind that on a fundamental level: a human’s greatest feat is to bear offspring.

The most worthy accomplishment a female can ever reach in life is to bear kids.

No career, job, promotion or experience holds more weight to a woman than the act of bringing forth children.

This is her God-given goal in life…if you subscribe to religion.

“Be fruitful and multiply”!

The reason why intellectual men don’t get laid, is because they don’t understand that fundamental role in life for a woman.

They [intellectuals] don’t realize that sex means more to a woman [and her survival] than how much money, prosperity and sound advice for the future they [intellectuals] can bring to the table.

We intellectuals also often fail to realize that what a woman says she wants, is entirely different than what she actually goes for.

She wants a smart guy with tons of money, knight in shining armor, great job or career, super attentive to her every need, spoils and pampers her, etc, etc, etc…yet she’s screwing an auto-mechanic or an unemployed chap who does nothing but party and pass time free-loading off of society, friends, family and women.

Yes- that is the average guy who women go for!

Logically, she doesn’t!

Emotionally, she does!

Her emotional circuitry are connected to her vagina.

Her logical and rational circuitry are NOT.

Hence, the guy who makes her emotional and simultaneously gives her that uncertain feeling of whether he’ll stick around or leave, likely a non-intellectual guy, will almost always get the sex bright and early without a hiccup [presuming he’s a guy with killer instincts such as a skilled pick-up artist].

On the other hand, an intellectual who rarely ever stimulates a girl emotionally, will almost always get strung along and treated as a non-sexual prospect…hence the boyfriend zone or the friend-zone.

Myself for example, even when I was doing everything right, following the PUA script to the letter: KINO escalation, touching, flirting, push-pull, etc, I still blunted my chances with the girl by trying to show how intellectual I was.

The problem with such approach as I cited above, is that intellect doesn’t get a girl’s pussy pulsating for cock…AT ALL!

Intellectualism is synonymous with nerd-ism.

Do nerds get laid?

The answer to that is pretty obvious!

Ok, so with that, am I advising you to become a dummy in order to get laid?
Not quite!

I’m advising you- that is if you are an intellectual like myself- to dial it the fuck back!

Though it is difficult for an intellect to do: you must put the intellectual side of you on the back burner if you want the girl to take you seriously as a sexual item any time soon.

Apart from the intellectual who gets strung along with the hope of sex some way down the line, I want to expound a bit on the other type of guy who gets boyfriend-zoned.

As I stated earlier, with every 1 in 10 girls I picked up, I was getting tossed into the boyfriend zone…though I was doing everything by the book as it relates to the pick-up script.

I damn sure wasn’t getting friendzoned since I wasn’t coming off as a friend.

Then how come I was faced with this situation?

Too much attraction and comfort material!

I would meet a girl, blow her mind something ridiculous with attraction material, but it wouldn’t lead to sex.

Little did I know, I was running too much attraction and rapport material to my own detriment.

The attraction was so powerful that the girl couldn’t imagine losing such an awesome guy…moi.

Hence, a one-off sexual romp wasn’t in the cards for her.

She seen me as an item in which to hold onto for the long haul…which means no sex.

Now, this is great fucking news…if I were looking to dump my girlfriend for another!

However, I just wanted a fling for however long it may last.

Upon the realization that I was using too much attraction and rapport [overusing them], I quickly refocused my game by laying off of the attraction and rapport and focus more on the seduction phase of courtship.

As for you, if you find yourself in similar situations where the girl definitely fancies you romantically but won’t have sex with you [the boyfriend zone], it likely boils down to 2 things:

1.) You’re coming off as too intellectual and too preachy like a farther figure

2.) You’re using too much attraction and comfort stuff at the beginning and not enough seduction stuff to offset the imbalance

Ciao!

Intimate Positioning When On Dates


Ok guys, I’ve touched on this a few times in recent history, but I’m obliged to periodically twist your arms on this one.

Traditional-dinner dates are NOT conducive to sex in the way that they are set up!

When one goes on a traditional date- especially the first date- there are some unspoken and unwritten rules which guys tend to follow religiously:

*No touching

*No intimacy

*Keep hands to ‘self

*Sit as far away as possible in order to not make your date feel uncomfortable

The list goes on in relation to the dos and donts which are akin to imaginary lines that aren’t there, but people abide within those imaginary lines just out of custom.

Meeting up with a girl to grab a drink and or dinner, is 1 such traditional date which enjoins upon it these unspoken restrictions.

Hence, you have the custom where guy sits across the table from girl where she’s safely outside of his dirty-manly reach.

As quite often the case; this is a recipe for no intimacy, let alone sex after the date.

What guys aren’t getting is this truth: Women want intimacy…but they are prohibited by social rules to say so…especially on a first date!

As the man, she relies on you (consciously and sub-consciously) to know this, therefore take action since her hands are tied in that regard.

However, most men being highly deficient in the social-intelligence department, drop the balls here almost every fucking time by keeping great distance between himself and the damsel!

Ironically, after the guy will have completed such a non-intimate date, buzzed from a bit of red wine or champagne, he attempts to get intimate at the worst-possible moment ever: at the girl’s doorstep…when the date is over!

For clarity sake, by “intimate”, I mean trying to smooch the girl’s cheek or hug her goodnight in a non-sexual manner.

Hence, an entire date was wasted with just a hug in goodbye at its end to show for it.

Also, what a lot of guys are unaware of is another truth which follows: If you’re non-intimate with a girl and then try to get intimate after a great deal of time has elapsed, the girl will become uncomfortable and weirded out by the guy’s sudden attempts at intimacy…especially if he’s highly un-calibrated [non-confident] as most men are.

This is why in pickup, we teach you to get intimate A fucking SAP!

“Intimate” doesn’t always have to denote “sexual”.

Simply holding a girl’s fingers, hand, hand on her shoulder, hugging casually, etc, are all forms of intimacy.

Once you do this right away, the girl rationalizes to herself that you’re the kind of guy who generally does these things and get away with it…hence why you’re confident at it.

However, if you’re on a 2-hour dinner date and by the 1st hour you haven’t remotely done or said anything of intimacy to and with the girl, then attempting to do so after an hour of showing the girl that you don’t have a dick in your pants [figuratively]; things will get fucking awkward!

The girl didn’t see this coming!

Sure the element of surprise is awesome in other areas of courtship. But it backfires like a poorly loaded RPG in your face when it comes to intimacy and closeness on a date.

Saying all this to say: when on your so-called date, ensure that you sit close as possible to the girl!

I didn’t say to stifle her with her presence!

However, you want to sit within arm’s reach!

Most guys foolishly do the opposite and position themselves where it is impossible to reach out and touch their date.

The only how you’ll be able to get away with sitting at a distance yet being a sexual threat, is if the girl already knows your shtick, and she already knows that you’re the kind of guy who has balls and isn’t shy about taking action.

Not trying to blow my own horn, but myself for instance, I can afford to sit/stand wherever I please while on a so-called date and still be comforted in knowing that I can try to sleep with this girl at the last second without weirding her out nor causing any awkward energy in the air.

This only happens [weird energy] on dates where the girl doesn’t see you as a sexual item because of your asexual, non-sexual and non-intimate energy throughout the date and beforehand.

It’s like being friendzoned by a chick for being a non-intimate coward, then try to fuck the same girl who had friendzoned you.

AWKWARD!

Once a girl deems you a non-intimate and non-sexual item, there is NO way to redeem yourself in her eyes!

Hence, you want to establish your first date with intimacy in mind.

Quit worry about the food, activity, price, cover charge, venue, etc. and always bear in mind that intimacy outweighs all other factors in the girl’s eyes!

She craves an intimate date.

The last thing she can care about is what sorta meal she can stuff her face with…unless she’s a vagrant who hasn’t had a semi-balanced meal in a while.

With my most recent lunch date, I had picked up a random girl on the streets and took her to a bar and grill joint to grab a burger and a soda.

As expected, I sat close as possible to her as logistically allowed.

If the chairs weren’t so darn awfully shaped, I would’ve sat closer than the photos below depicted.

However, the point still remains: Position Yourself Within (Close) Proximity Of The Girl…Close Enough To Touch Her!

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(Sexual) Chemistry vs Looks – Which Is More Important

As I advance deeper into the art of seduction/pickup, every now and again, I’m hit with a novel revelation or realization into some nuance aspect of the game.

Over the months, I’ve come to realize that chemistry doesn’t necessarily go hand in hand with looks.

What I mean is, I can meet a girl today, spurred on by her physical appearance [looks]: nice tits, ass and face to my liking, but the (sexual) chemistry between isn’t as brimming as it ought to be…giving the hotness of the girl.

Contrarily, I can meet a not-so-hot girl who doesn’t have the perfect tit-to-ass ratio to my liking, but the mutual-sexual chemistry is blaringly obvious.

Conventional wisdom would have it that I should feel more of a sexual spark with the sexier girl than the not-so sexy girl…right?

Right!

However, it doesn’t quite pan out this way in most cases.

For instance, you guys would have seen my insane-mega day-game video from a week ago where I had picked up more girls on camera in less than 24 hours, than any other pick-up artist practitioner or instructor in the business has ever done…not even close to doing!

Be as it may, as I edited the video throughout the week prior to its release, I was forced to recollect the vibe and the interaction between me and those women.

As I tediously did that, I slowly realized out of all the girls featured in the video, the 1 I shared the most sexual chemistry with, was the least sexier one.

Now, what is this all saying in relation to you potentially facing such a dilemma?

Since I’ve been in this peculiar situation many times, and mishandled it countless times, I can realistically say that it will almost always be the wiser decision to choose to pursue the girl in whom you share (sexual) chemistry with, even though she’s not the hotter one.

Chemistry doesn’t spark with every girl whom you will have met.

In fact, chemistry, whether sexual or non-sexual, cannot be wielded into existence at will.

Chemistry cannot be controlled, directed, redirected or channeled.

It’s either there or it isn’t.

Chemistry is something you cannot force.

The problem here is that lots of guys try to jam sexual chemistry through the door when it isn’t present.

I lose + 70% of the girls I pick up simply for the fact that chemistry isn’t and was never there from the beginning.

When you base your pursuit of women on how hot they looks, you will find yourself in the precarious situation where you lose more girls than you manage to sleep with.

The more prudent strategy is to choose based on chemistry and if it exists between both parties or not.

I’m not advising you to bang girls who aren’t hot or to your liking. But if you don’t share (sexual) chemistry between a particular girls and yourself, then it’s a gross waste of time to pursue her still.

Since chemistry cannot be created, any pursuit of a girl whom you don’t have chemistry with from the get-go, will result in the all-too-familiar failed attempt at getting laid or getting a girlfriend.

You may very well desire a 10. But the chemistry just isn’t there! Whereas you have less desire for a 7, but you two share lots of chemistry.

The wiser decision would be to go with the 7 though she’s less hotter.

The chances of sleeping with the 7 whom you share chemistry with, would’ve been much greater, while pursuit of the 10 whom you share little to no chemistry with, would result in no sex at all.

Thus, I’m beginning to learn to go with the chemistry and not necessarily my looks criterion.

Ironically enough, whenever I do go with the girl with whom I have chemistry, I almost always manage to sleep with her: 95% of the time.

On the other hand, when I decide to pursue a girl who’s hotter but with whom I share little chemistry, my chances of sleeping with her is between 5-10%.

See the stark correlation in contrast?

In conclusion, I see it as a give and take.

Sure I want to sleep with the hottest girls possible. But sometimes, the chemistry just isn’t there.