This is a great example of how women will lead the interaction in a subtle but powerful way, and how easily seductions can flow when this happens.
I was at a bar after James’s gig, and was just about to leave when I saw a sexy and slender African woman glide across the room, and sit on the corner couch with her sister. I approached her, sat down and said hello. “I came over here to tell you that you have a very elegant and sexy walk.” She smiled and we started chatting.
This is in line with one of my main values – “I want to make women feel sexy and bring out their inner sexual goddess”. I saw the sexuality in the way she walked, and my impulse is to share with her how that made me feel in a respectful way. It's not about me 'doing an approach' it's about me flowing with the energy I feel when I see a sexy woman.
It also ties in with a really subtle but powerful form of social freedom – the ability to approach when the situation isn’t perfect. They were sitting on couches tucked away in the corner. It would be easy for me to think “Oh they’re probably having a private chat, I’ll just wait till she goes to the bar and talk to her then” as a subconscious way to avoid the pressure and tension of approaching a seated group. These are the kind of mini-excuses that really hold guys back and keep them stuck in their head, overanalyzing situations and waiting for the “right moment”, when really it’s just an avoidance behavior to not have to face uncomfortable situations.
Instead, just cutting it back to the simple process of “I want to talk to her…I'm going to go over there to talk to her and see what happens” frees up your creative powers and allows you to just start the interaction and see where it goes instead of trying to make it slot into some perfect game plan you have crafted.
We sat and chatted, and my energy was very relaxed. I attribute this to just approaching her straight away when I saw her instead of standing around and working myself into a frenzy about when the precise time to approach was. Of course, training extensively on state control with James Marshall helps too.
She was 30, but looked around 24. Her two sisters were there, one older and married, one a younger wild party girl. They were both very pleased to see their sister being chatted up by a charming man and were very warm and encouraging. The younger sister was really drunk, in great spirits, laughing and yelling and telling us we should kiss, and my girl said “Oh my god…she’s giving you the worst impression of African women.”
“Haha what does that have to do with anything. You’re just projecting your own paranoia about race onto the situation.”
“So you think you know me now, do you?!” she snapped.
“Yep…pretty much” I said, calmly.
“Well…you’re right” she sighed, burying her face in her hands, exasperated.
It turned out they were all half African and half Bulgarian anyway, so it’s funny that she didn’t say “worst impression of Bulgarian women.”
She made a joke about us getting married, so I proposed to her. The sisters said “You should take his number!” and I said “YOU should stop telling my Fiancée what to do!” and put my arm around her. It felt very familiar, it was like we were already together. This is a key point about the way I touch and interact with women sexually and what allows me to escalate so rapidly: I’m touching them like they’re already my lover. I'm relaxed about it, and it allows them to just enjoy my masculine touch and energy and bask in the warmth of my presence.
The reason I'm like this now is because I've put myself in so many sexual situations outside my comfort zone, doing missions like ‘try to kiss every girl in this bar in the first 10 seconds of talking to her’ or ‘try to get physical with every girl I talk to tonight.’ Exploring that energetic spectrum and getting used to touching girls allowed me to feel comfortable doing it, so that it just flows as a natural expression of my affection and appreciation for their beauty and is not a big deal. They can feel this attitude and love it, partly because it feels good at the time but also because it shows them that I'm going to be a confident lover (good in bed).
We swapped numbers and parted ways, her making it explicitly clear that she wanted to see me again, and asking when I would call and what day we would see each other. I attribute this to her being a woman who just wanted to meet a warm, confident guy who treated her like a human and could give her some good sex without judging her for it. I can imagine before she left the house thinking “Why is it so hard to just meet a man?”, so then when she did meet me it was like “Jackpot! Too good to be true! Finally, a guy who is confident, forward, single and straight.”
I had a crazy weekend and forgot to text her, so she texted me. “Hey Liam, we met on Friday. hope you had a good night. When are you free to meet up? We should go for a drink…could be fun.
”We agreed to meet on Brunswick st, and she asked if I had any venue suggestions.
I wrote back “Nope. We can just wander around till we’re inspired by somewhere. They’re all the same anyway. Rooms with people in them. Lets just meet on the corner.”
She liked that attitude. We met, wandered around, chatted about masculinity and femininity, sex, my job, social realities and social freedom.
I was hungry so I told her to come to the Natural Mansion down the road for some food. We got to my car to drive there, and she said “Let’s just drive to your house… That way you can drink too…”
“Ok. Cool.” I liked her blunt, forward style.
On the drive home she said “So…if I end up staying at your place…which may or may not happen…but if I do, will you drive me back to my car in the morning?”
“Only if you give me compliments about how cool my house is” I said. She smiled and we kept chatting.
We got to my place to find the house in good spirits; I had forgotten my housemates were throwing a party.
“Wow, a frat party! Awesome!” she exclaimed.
We helped ourselves to the cans of bourbon and coke from the fully stocked esky. As soon as it touched my lips I felt 16 again. She was cold, so I got her my bright green track pants, and changed into my Ruff Ryders tracksuit and runners too. We looked quite the item; the clothes really added to the teenage delinquent binge drinking aesthetic. For those of you reading from Australia, you’ll know this look as sported by the gangs of kids who hang around train stations on Friday nights looking for trouble, sometimes referred to as 'station rats' or 'lads'.
“We just need to get really drunk tonight” she said.
She had been telling me about how she had moved back in with her mum while she saved for a house, and how being back in that space turned her into a rebellious teenager again.
“So…you want to drink to rebel against your mum? You’re 30…”
“Shut up and just let me live out this frat party fantasy, I'm not going to be able to go to many more until I'm picking my kids up from one.”
She kept pressuring me to drink, and we committed to getting wasted together. The party raged on and we ended up all crammed into the front room, belting out sing-alongs on an acoustic guitar. I led a version of ‘Tribute” and “Fuck Her Gently” to much laughter and applause.
For some reason the song wont embed but if you google it you get the video clip too...this is just the audio.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Un1Q2JMP ... re=related
Eventually we stumbled into my bedroom, fumbled our clothes onto the floor and had very average drunken sex. I was so drunk that my dick was only three-quarters hard when I came. Not a very empowering or sexy scenario. Note to self: drunk sex sucks.
It was a bit better in the morning, I coated her tits with lube and gave her a breast massage/titty fuck.
I loved how easy this seduction was, how I just let my sexual desire and drive create the whole thing. It flowed so effortlessly.
The process went like this : See beautiful woman –> express that feeling in a respectful way –> she works with you to create a reality where you can consummate that feeling into sex.
She was driving this as much as I was. Being forward about taking my number, suggesting we meet for drinks, suggesting we go back to my place. It all just unfolded naturally as it should have, no game playing, no social masks, just two people meeting the real version of each other.
We were pretty honest with each other on the drive home and established that it was just one fun night for both of us. As she got out I said “I’ve enjoyed this. Let’s hug” and got out of my car to embrace her. It was a powerful moment of tenderness, as I felt both of us breathe in at the same time, our stomachs cycling the energy between our bodies. We said goodbye and I drove off, loving how simply the whole interaction had come together and played out.