| Friday night I go out to a bar. I am with my friend who does not make meeting girls too conducive. He is semi quiet and not too confident in dealing with women. A good wing man can make things easier, but a bad one won't stop me. I walk about the bar, smiling, talking, dancing. I meet a number of women, and I introduce them all to my friend. I want to show him that this can be fun and easy. It's not about getting the girl, it's about doing whatever you want, and having a good time.
There are two girls across the room. They are dressed so sexy and have the complete attention of the bar. They have a handful of guys hovering around them at all times. I laugh at these guys who are watching and wishing they could only have the balls to approach them. I know the thought is in their head, waiting for the "right" opportunity to talk to them and they are probably feeling anxiety about it. "Fuck that, I will make that opportunity if I want to" I think to myself...
I go over to the dance floor, jump in the middle of a circle of girls, but my target is non of them. I am looking at the two girls across the room, on the outskirts of the dance floor...the brunet in the white flowing shirt specifically. I know they see me, I can see it out of the corner of my eye. As I glance over, I notice the brunett is looking at me, so I just smile and turn away as if I am flirtatiously not that interested. I look again and she is smiling, so I use my cocky/funny, sexy dance moves to entice her, but then act again as if she can't have it, and turn away.
She is talking to a group of guys and is looking through them to see me. She knows damn well that I am on my way over. I stick my hand out to invite her to come dance with me and she happily grabs a hold. I pull her through the semi circle of guys that surround them and start dancing with her.
I don't say anything, we are just dancing close. She is not shy and there is a lot of sexual energy. She is a good dancer and asks me my name. Then asks me what I do for a job...
"Work is a boring subject, I'm sure there are plenty of other interesting things to talk about." That is always my response. I like to keep them guessing. Then I lead the conversation into traveling, interests, things like this.
A long story short, I am leaning against the bar. She is dancing, rubbing her perfect ass all over me. I am grabbing her waist and we kissing and I can see the rest of the envious guys looking at me. I have spent the last 30-40 min dancing and talking with her. The AFC's in the bar are undoubtedly wondering why she is with me, and how I picked up the hottest girl in the bar. I must admit, it was even an off night, I need a haircut haha.
My friend was in awe. I wanted to spend more time with her but I didn't want to leave him hanging. I tell her I have to go. I rarely ask for phone numbers, I usually leave the window of opportunity in their hands. I might tell them of all the interesting things to see in my area, things I like to do, and tell them they should really check it out sometime.
As I am about to leave her she wants to know when we are going to see each other again.
"Wednesday, you're going to come over for some wine, and maybe I'll show you around..."
"I don't know where you live? Are you going to take my number or anything??"
I have her wright her number down on a napkin, and I tell her to write something cute so I remember who she is haha. I also write my number down and I write something cute. I little poem, something generic but funny, and I fold it and put it in her purse. Phones are boring, notes are fun...and I do have too many Christine's in my phone to remember which one she is.
If I didn't already have pre-set plans for after the bar I might have tried to stay with her that night. Regardless, She texted me that weekend. I called her on Monday, She is coming over tonight. I have a few bottles of Cabernet, her wine of choice, conveniently stocked in my wine rack. I may also take her out for a drink on the town. Tonight will be a good night, and maybe I can relay this story into lay reports tomorrow!
If I could reflect anything about this night, it would just be that I was the most confident guy I could be. I did things as if I wouldn't get rejected, because rejection doesn't bother me. It happens and I move on. I tell girls what I want to do and I go where I want to go. I am not an jerk, I just know what I want. This attitude has helped me jump my game to the next level, and it took quite some time and a lot of practice to realize. Internalize the ideals of an alpha male, and be as outgoing as you can... _________________ The Bachelor's Code by Tyler. Check it out...
http://www.thebachelorscode.com/
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