An HB10, definitely. She had dark, piercing eyes, the endless black hair of an Italian goddess, and a white sundress with cute, blue flower patterns—she was easily one of the most passionate, beautiful women I had ever seen in St. Louis. And yet it was effortless: I met her eyes and held my hand out to her in invitation. She immediately put down her drink, smiled at me, accepted my outreached hand, and followed me out onto the floor. That was my “opener”. And it worked 100% of the time.

This never happens, right? Or does it?

Listen up, friends: have you ever been Salsa dancing?

Ok, now stay with me, here: I am no dancer. Even though I’ve been a musician almost my entire life, I’ve never quite picked up on this “dancing” business. I mean, in addition to my lack of leg-hip coordination, I just didn’t get the appeal: do people actually find it enjoyable to shake parts of their body around? Now, don’t get me wrong: women seem to love it (almost as much as most of us love watching them dance.) But I assumed most men “loved” it just because the women did. I never thought I could see value in dancing.

Ok, now I get it. In addition to never taking the time to appreciate the complex system of dance, I had just never been to a Salsa club before.

Let me paint this picture for you: this Salsa club, Vida, on Euclid Street in the Central West End of St. Louis, MO, is a PUA’s dream. Beautiful (and oftentimes exotic) women in numbers that vast outnumber the men. Dressed to impressed. And dancing. And waiting for you to approach them.

Of course, that assumes one thing: that you know how to dance.

Now, above when I mentioned my “opener,” I did not lie—at that club, I easily and effortlessly danced with some of the most beautiful women I have ever met. But let me tell you: after that initial contact, I never felt like more like a failure in my entire life. Everything that worked for me in so many other places became nearly useless: I tried all the PUA tricks: my favorite opinion openers, some quick routines, some sound bites, some cute jokes, some clever remarks. I tried winning over the less attractive friends as a means of sparking admiration/jealousy in the others. I tried honest, penetrating questions. I tried playfully teasing. I tried disqualified myself as a potential suitor, showing no attachment or neediness. I tried speaking offhand, as if I were just a social kind of guy, interacting with another of the five-hundred people I would talk with that night. Nothing—that Salsa club came down to this: if you can’t dance, you are a Failure. You could be Neil. You could be Mystery. But if you can’t dominate, dizzy up the girl and treat her like your stage prop on the dance floor, you have Nothing.

In some ways, it makes sense: in the Salsa club, I found that the only DHV is the skill of dancing. But these women were vicious—it seemed like that was the ONLY acceptable DHV. Everything else seemed like children’s tricks—questions about ESP? Cute comments about her jewelry and dress? Questions about her passions and her future? Kid’s stuff. I mean it: most of them wouldn’t even listen to me; their eyes were on the dance floor, scanning the room for partners that would spin them around in ways they never knew possible.

Something kind of disturbed me about it: most of the women don’t even know the dance “moves” that make for the impressive showmanship. Ask them to teach you. I asked a handful of people. Most showed me the basic steps and maybe how to spin someone. But on the dance floor, most of the women just sat back, did the basic dance steps, and expected you to do the rest. As a feminist sympathizer it kind of sickens me, but as an aspiring PUA, it’s just something I’ve come to accept: The women are the sexual selectors—if I don’t step up an differentiate myself from the thousands of other men out there, she isn’t going to give me the time of day. “Impress me,” was the subtext of every dance I entered. In some ways, it was a blunt, funny (and somewhat symbolic) reduction of male/female relations—something like starting PUA all over again, and realizing that you don’t know how to smoothly break the barrier between strangers. The whole experience turned even worse as I found that most women are too “polite” to step out mid-song, and will rather gaze idly around the room, stepping along in a repetitive pattern, waiting for you to do something. They were unwittingly tearing my soul apart. God help me. And I assure you: my cute comments about my inability to dance didn’t win me any grace points. After the song ended, she almost always darted away. I failed every time. How could this be? My opener was perfect every time. But my mid-game was a disaster?

Dancing is an extremely complex system that I’m now learning to appreciate. I've found that the thrill of performing a couple of good spins and the accompanying smile form the girl is almost priceless—its like the first time I successfully ran Style’s EV, and the girl looked me in the eyes like she had just met her soul mate.

My enthusiasm about PUA extends from my love of humanity; from my desire to understand people from all walks of life, to connect with them, and often—if possible—to love them and in return receive their love. I have cultivated many friendships and relationships as a result of this.

But apparently, if I want an “in” with some of the most intense, beautiful women in this city, I need to learn some more dance moves.

Thoughts, friends? Any insight would be appreciated.

Peace,
Shaman

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join a dance class ASAP

Me and my wing actually just started taking salsa classes about a month ago and we don't even go to salsa club's but,I know what you mean.I was at a house party a while back and there was a latin HB10 sexiest thing in the room,who was

dancing salsa.Every man in the room wanted her but,no man could have her
because no one knew how to salsa and everyone that tried and went in CRASHED AND BURNED!

It was in that instants that i said to myself better safe then sorry,next time!



yea there are two kind's of men in this world ones that cry about it and theos that do something about it.Which one our you?

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There is no such thing as failure only learning lesson's, and in life class is always in session.

In England there is a plethora of Free Salsa Classes. Its normally on a mid weekday, there is an instructor that is normally very charismatic and there is a great ratio of guys to HB's. Everyone is learning there so naturally it's a great place to meet other people that are learning. Are there any places like that in St. Louis?

I went with my GF at the time and a couple of friends a few times. All I was thinking was "if I was single right now" and now I am

I really like your outlook on life ShamanDocumnet. You have good inner game.

"My enthusiasm about PUA extends from my love of humanity; from my desire to understand people from all walks of life, to connect with them, and often—if possible—to love them and in return receive their love. I have cultivated many friendships and relationships as a result of this. "

Salsa dancing is great. You can effortlessly put your arms around dozens of gorgeous women and hold them close - and even if their bf is there, he won't object! Plus the women significantly outnumber the men, and few of the other guys are single, having been dragged along by their girlfriends. All of these hot women are looking for that sexy guy who actually knows how to dance, and they will literally fall at your feet if you're that guy. Plus dancing with a guy who kows what he's doing is a real turn on for girls; they guy has to lead, which immediately gives him that alpha male characteristic of appearing to be strong and in charge.

The only problem is, the same women seem to frequent the same dance clubs every week, and everyone knows each other. If you hook up with one woman, the rest will find out, and you'll then find it more difficult to hook up with them. Plus the woman you already hooked up with will probably be in the same club, glowering at you. Dancing is good if you just want to flirt, or if you want to pick off the hottest women and date them. It's not good for getting a different girl every week though.

Hey guys, I am a complete newbie to the community, I read the David Xs book two days ago and I am finishing The Game today. I read a shitloads of materials on the forums and I am really excited about being a part of this community. However I have something to tell here.

I have been dancing salsa for 3 years now. I was literally forced to this by my exGF, but it turned ou to be an amazing thing! What you say about salsa parties is totally right. There is no shame on the dancefloor, since nobody looks at those who cannot dance. Everybody observes the: 1. Most beautiful girl 2. The best dancing girl 3. The best dancer. So basically from the very first observation of the dancefloor you can pretty surely determine who is the alpha-male of the club. At the same time, from my perspective, when there is a 10 on the dancefloor, with really lame movements, and 8, who dances like a devil, hot, sexy, nasty, and I would have a choice, I would go for the 8. So this psychology you were describing in the first post also works the other way around.

Regarding Salsa, if you go deeper in the movements and physiology is a great form of workout. You exchange several t-shirts during a party, because of sweat because it is really exhausting. Once you get better, it is like a sprint. You have to run the song, then get a rest, then run another song. Good thing about salsa is that you can dance it in as many ways, as many there is PUA techniques. You can go romantic, dirty, gentleman, "dumpingly", etc. The girl can cooperate, and if she is good, she will. The biggest challenge is to make the kind of dry, boringly dancing girls make smile, and make them try hard. If you get them laugh during the dance, it is a victory. And it feels great!

I took maybe 350 lessons (plus four international festivals, where you dance 4 times 24/7) altogether in three years, plus parties two times a week. It takes time and effort to learn it, but it is worth it. I can say now, that if there is no proffesional dancer or some crazy Cuban guy on the dancefloor, I am the alpha-male on the 90% of the parties.

I had a HUGE problem with appraoching girls and take them dancing, until I was not forced to do that on the other side of the continent. I could say that I have a similar problem with leading the conversation the right way in order to have sex, or make out. After reading the David X and throwing some of the worries, I got a number last time on the party, so I guess I am on the right way.

I will keep on working hard on myself and I will post how it continued in salsa bars later.