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HOW TO GET GIRLS FROM TINDER TO THE END OF YOUR PENIS
Like everything in life, you'll do better by starting with WHAT YOU WANT and WORKING BACK FROM THAT.
What do you want?
To be fucking a girl.
Where?
In the back seat of her car. No date, no money spent, no wasted time.
How you gonna get her there?
That's the question. And here's how I do it.
I'll match with a girl, give the bitch a chance to message me first. If she doesn't have the sense to message me I guess I'll make the first move.
Just don't say "hey". Be SORTA interesting. You've got one focus, getting her number.
If you can't get her number within the first 5 or 6 messages, drop that bitch. She's a time murderer, sent to kill your time.
So you've got her number. You've now got one focus again. This time you're trying to schedule a meetup. Lots of girls will be busy. I give them ONE reschedule but if they do it again, drop that bitch. Another time murderer.
To save money, my "date" that I go on every weekend is a drive around town in my car. I frame it so it sounds like we might go and get some food to eat, but we'll mostly listen to music and talk and get to know each other.
(we ain't stopping for any food, ho)
And I'll ask them some simple questions about themselves, just playing it cool. We can talk about "negs" and other bullshit but all I do is act like I'm better than them...because I am...
I'm the man...she's just some tinder slut, of course I'm better than her.
And then after about 15 minutes of driving around establishing that I'm the man, I'll pull back into the parking lot we met in, keep the music on, unbuckle my seat belt, and give her a look. I don't say a word, I just lean in to kiss her, and it's all fun from there.
So as it relates to text-attraction.
No such thing.
Texting is for scheduling purposes. Anyone who tells you different is a bitch. YOU TEXT WHEN YOU WANT TO SCHEDULE SOMETHING. NOT WHEN YOU WANT TO FLIRT.
All you're doing when texting is trying to get that bitch to come see you. That's it. If she doesn't want to...
it ain't my fault she's got bad taste and no clue what a man looks like. Her fault, not mine. NEXT!
What a stud.
