Listen, gents – I’m going to tell you a secret:
Most guys don’t think about how to get what they want. They spend a lot of time wishing and fantasizing, but precious little planning. Even fewer guys execute their plan.
This is especially true when it comes to women. They “luck into” something – a woman ends up near them via the Machinations of The Universe, and (ohthankyouthankyouthankyouGod!) she actually likes him. It’s like having DB Cooper’s bag of cash whistle out of the sky and smash through the roof every two or three years. Surprising, a little scary, but extremely welcome, provided the roof damage isn’t too bad, and no pets or children were flattened by fifties.
Once that money disappears, they start hoping another robber with a penchant for parachutes does his thing…
If you have even a rudimentary idea of what women find attractive, you’re in better shape than most men. Seriously – spend about four hours reading through some sphere blogs. Check out Roosh’s forum for half an hour, and hunt down a few of Badger and Dannyfrom504’s field reports. Read three posts each from VK’s Empire of Dirt, Gmac, and Fly Fresh and Young. Go find out who KrauserPUA is, and bask in that knowledge. You don’t have to agree with those gentlemen – just read and retain.
Congrats, man. You’ve got more accurate information than 60% of the men you see. The deck is definitely stacked in your favor. If the Almighty BootyLord sees fit to place another woman who is sort of sweet on you nearby (ohthankyouthankyouthankyouGod!), you’re going to have a better shot with her than…well, any girl you’ve ever met so far.
A lot of guys are content with that, relying on their theoretical knowledge and superior Wish Power to eke out a slightly better deal. I do not understand this. Hope is not a method, gents. Don’t you want a say in how your life goes? It’s so fucking simple:
Find a woman you think is attractive. Walk up to her. Start a conversation. Roll your own, or parrot a routine you read about – doesn’t matter. Do it at a bookstore, bar, shopping mall, coffeeshop – doesn’t matter. Ask for her phone number, or if she wants to go across the street with you to do X – doesn’t matter.
Just to relieve the suspense – she’s going to say no.
Doesn’t matter – you’ve done something most men fear to do. And it is scary the first bazillion times or so. It also feels fucking awesome. It’s like riding a bicycle the first time. Fuck walking – you’re pedal powered, bitches! Your world just got much, much bigger.
Here’s another secret:
Most guys lack the discipline/courage/drive to overcome that fear. Women desire men who can do that, who have that power.
By walking up and talking to her, you’re giving her a gift she wants very much. Don’t think for a minute that you’re bothering her – no matter what happens. If you’re so nervous your tongue cements to the roof of your mouth and you emit a two squeaks and a guttural croak – well, she’s happy she made a guy tongue tied. Validation! Experiment with eye contact go wrong and you creepy-stalker weird her out? She’ll be bragplaining to her girlfriends about it in 3…2….1…. enjoying the female bonding, support, and basking in the attention of her friends. What girl doesn’t like that?
Maybe she’s got a boyfriend she loves and politely turns you down – she still feels desirable. Maybe she is quite taken with you, and you two end up naked and sweaty…
Any way you slice it, you are adding to her life by walking up and talking to her. In a sane world, she’d interrupt you as you begin to speak and say,”Thanks for coming over here. I’m going to benefit from this.”
I’ve been flirting with girls as much as possible for about seven years now. Granted, I’m not a PUA – I just like making attractive women laugh, and I get a kick out of running my mouth. Not once in hundreds of instances have I suffered permanent negative consequences. No woman has pepper sprayed me, or called the cops, or turned out to be some alien creature that laid eggs in my brain. I’ve been turned down a lot. I’ve been embarrassed by them, or embarrassed myself. I’ve done shit that made me wince, like asking a woman if she needed a hand with her bag, then realizing she was a below-the-elbow amputee. There are a couple other funny ones on this blog somewhere, too.
I gained something from every single interaction. Embarrassment morphs into humor if you wait around awhile. I’ve met some women that were enjoyable to be around, and some who taught me what I don’t want in a partner. One of the women I met is bringing me some Egg McMuffins in an hour or so, and I’m supermonkeyhappy with her.
Find an attractive woman. Walk over to her. Start beating your gums.
You can’t lose.