Finally made it up to the unit I rented in another state.I swear its all 7-10 women walking around.Did a solid week of meeting girls.Whats even better is that there seems to be more women then men.I'll post a field report later
"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
finally moved to booty town
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"She Wants a Man, Not a Boy"
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
racerX
Don Juan
i typed in "booty town" in mapquest.com & nothing came up...hahha.
"I just moved here from Florida."
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
Sorry for being so slack guys will get a report up soon, and some pics of the babes (good idea bossdog)so long as i dont get caught out.Its always hot up here so I think thats why all the women keep themselves fit and attractive as they have to wear less clothes or suffer the heat.Im not going to name the town I dont want to pinpoint my position as all this don juan and game bull$hit has been hitting the local tv and cleo mags Ill just say its in QLD Australia.Been a bit busy lately but will get back to you all.
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They have a one bedroom with a decent sized pool in Shangri-La?
Oh, I need room for a Rottweiler.
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Oh, I need room for a Rottweiler.
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Now heres an interesting post. I think male to female ratio is SOO important when it comes to the opposite sex. In this ridiculous one horse town I live in now, the males outnumber the females on a ratio of about 6 to one. That means if a woman is sexually attractive, I have to automatically deal with 5 bozos hitting on her, and wanting to spend $$$ and time on her, trying to get into her panties. A one to one ratio would be awe inspiring. It would mean a HUGE change of attitude on the parts of the ladies. They would go from arrogant, to realistic. It would be them in competition!
Some friends of mine from work, are talking about a place like this, where the weather is always beautiful, and the ladies are in great shape, as they need to wear little every day, where the attitude is more lax, and the social scene is like something out of a dream. This place sounds like somewhere I need to be, as here in "Anchorage", I am not meeting any women of signifigance, either nun-like virgins, or skanks, who change men like underwear. There seems to be no "normal" women left here. So it might be time to go fishing where the fish are, so to speak. I cannot do it for a bit, I have some loose ends to tie up, in order to make a fresh start, but there, other than those insignifigant loose ends, is nothing (kids, wife, ect) holding me back. I plan on making a trip there in 2006, to see it for myself.
Some friends of mine from work, are talking about a place like this, where the weather is always beautiful, and the ladies are in great shape, as they need to wear little every day, where the attitude is more lax, and the social scene is like something out of a dream. This place sounds like somewhere I need to be, as here in "Anchorage", I am not meeting any women of signifigance, either nun-like virgins, or skanks, who change men like underwear. There seems to be no "normal" women left here. So it might be time to go fishing where the fish are, so to speak. I cannot do it for a bit, I have some loose ends to tie up, in order to make a fresh start, but there, other than those insignifigant loose ends, is nothing (kids, wife, ect) holding me back. I plan on making a trip there in 2006, to see it for myself.
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Male to female ratio is SOOOO important. If there are 7-10 males for each female, the biatches are having a fugging smorgasbord. They can be PICKY as hell, use men like toilet paper, and blow guys off no problem. For the loss of one is the gain of 9 others to take his place. And it makes the dating scene HELL for even the best DJ. All he has to do is leave for the toilet, and there are three creeps sending her drinks, and lighting her cigarettes. Her cell rings off the hook, and she is never at a loss for male companionship. A man is as expendible as a toothpick.
NOW lets reverse the situation. 7-10 females to one male. All of a sudden WE become the commodity, and Sweet Jesus, Dear Rockefeller, the ladies are fighting for our attention, and the competition is CATTY as hell, and can you imagine a situation where there are 2-3 ladies pissed off at each other because they all want you as a steady boyfriend, and you sit there, like Sultan Hamid, stroking your goatee, figuring out which one you want to f**k the most?
Even a 1 to 1 ratio is sort of like this. I remember a comic book when I was a kid about a sailor, who landed up shipwrecked, on an Island full of nearly naked Playmates, (Female Warriors) and the two who found him, actually had a battle over the mouth of a volcano, to see who got to keep him for herself. If this happened modern day, it would be an Isle of Lesbians who killed the man on sight.