I've been dating on 'The Pro Tour' for the last decade or so:
That is to say, overwhelmingly my playmates are 'professionally beautiful' and as such, they are not seeking validation or affirmation from anyone because of their looks.
Therefore, the Mystery Method (and its spin-offs/variations) tend to have no application in this arena. Those methods are for attracting women who are low-self-esteem attention seekers, the kind of girls who PRESENT themselves as models, (maybe even have a modeling portfolio card, and have modeled a couple of times!) but in actuality they are dental hygienists, salon receptionists,
I've been using this simple method for bring home exotic dancers, models, actresses, pornstars and other similar girls for nearly twenty years, across cultures, languages, and continents.
I remember explicitly the first dancer I took home from a club.
I was 20 years old. The club was called The House of Lancaster, a long-standing peeler-joint in my hometown, Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
Her name was Irina, she was originally from Odessa, was also 20 years old, and she was stunning. Breathtaking, really...
This was in the late '80s, and 'lap dances' were unheard of in my hometown where instead we had 'Table Dances' which involved the girls' carrying around little foot-stool sizes "tables" from customer to customer, upon which they did their entirely non-contact shows.
She was having a slow night, the club wasn't busy at all, and I was sincerely interested in learning about her, since she was beautiful, exotic, had moved to Canada on her own from Russia, and clearly had the lights on behind her ocean blue eyes...
She wandered off a half-dozen times over the course of the evening to attempt to get dances, to do a stage-show, or hit the ladies' room, but kept returning to talk with me. I had just received my Massage Therapy certificate, and was lovingly bestowing a fabulous massage on her yummy back an shoulders while she was telling me her story - but the massage wasn't the kicker: She was loving the opportunity to share her experiences with an interested audience.
By this point I had already learned that the SECRET to becoming more-and-more attractive to women was to be a good listener, honestly interested in what they have to say - and that remains true now, and will forever, no doubt...
It was a Sunday, and in those days bars in Ontario legally had to stop serving at 11pm on Sundays, so by the time her shift was over, we were both still wide awake and enjoying each-other's company, so I invited her to come home with me. She declined, explaining that she needed to walk her dog or he'd freak-out and destroy her apartment.
I volunteered to drive her home, and offered to keep her company while she walked her dog (a HUGE King Doberman, named something Russian I can't recall) and she was delighted with that idea.
Her dog liked me, which was very important to her, and we spend the night having playful sex and a little sleep at her place, and I walked the Doberman on my own in the morning , to give her extra time to get herself ready for school. (She was dancing to support herself and cover her tuition at one of Toronto's community colleges, where she was in business school.)
We hooked up at least once a week for the next few months, although I would have LOVED for it to be more frequently, but she had work and school and homework every night, and I had my own work and school to deal with too.
By the summer, I had taken a gig in Manhattan, which cut down our visits to less than once a month (her Canadian students' Visa wouldn't let her into the States) and remember, this is pre-cellphones, pre-discount long distance calling, and pre-email...
SO I did what any normal, healthy, red-blooded male would do in my position... I went midtown to The Metropole, and picked up a new stripper girlfriend there! (Her stage-name was Trixie, I don't remember her real name...)
Basically I did the exact same thing I had done in Toronto - chatted and flirted an learned about the girls, their interests, their history, their dreams, and I REALLY LISTENED, becoming engrossed in their stories... And then I'd get invited out after closing the club, to head over to late-night food with the dancers - and then home with one or another of them!
So this has been a recurring theme throughout my life, and when I'm in a new town, where I expect to be only briefly, I'll hit the local peeler bars, looking to meet new hotties who're DESPERATE to meet a good guy who's interested in what they have to say, not just how they look - and offers them NON-JUDGMENTAL ACCEPTANCE.
Here endeth the lesson
Johnny Soporno
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She's cute and hot, but I kinda like her better as a friend I think. She does like me because she keeps coming back to talk to me between pursuing other dances. But, I can tell she's also trying to be faithful to her BF, AND keep her real life and the club seperate (a good idea).