Last wednesday I got dragged out from my computer into the real world to the Phoenix pub in the city. It took me awhile to get adjusted to RL again but after 2 beers and a road side pepperoni pizza I was there.
The short story: sarged 2 strangers, and a friend of a friend of mine I met ages ago. End result - I got the two strange girls initiated conversations to me (my preapproach and approach invitation work) and walked out of the bar with one.
The experiment was this - Do you remember how sometimes you see this pimp dude or popluar jock type who just walk up to a so girls, hugging them and feeling them and the girls are loving it? And you dont know why or how they get away with it? That was the experiment. The idea was that girls love attention like that, especially the ones that are just out there showing off thier assets. There mind game, drama, incredible experiences. When guys play games to get that thrill, how do girls get their thrills? Definitely not from games. Why do they go out and buy the sexist clothes? Why do they like meeting new people? Being a social butterfly? Coz they get a mightly kick out of it.
Think about it. Do they want to go out to a pub to talk about philosophy? Do they want to go out to make you happy? Are they looking for the best friends they could have in the world? Probably not. Have you ever heard girls talk? "Lets go out and dance, have fun!" "OMG, I met kissed this guy at the bar last night!". I can see it more clearly now. You have to tap into that mindset - if thats what you want. The secret slut thing is in a lot of girls.
Now, this was what I did. I was eyeing every cute girl in the place and I look at them with flirtatious admiration, basically saying "hey sexy, I am gonna perve on you for awhile, yeah baby". 2 seconds or more eye contact. Then I made a lot of noise, I talked to the pawns around them, laugh out loud with my friends. Talk about sex loudly.
I teasted them to make them talk to us. 1st one - She took a tarot deck out. So I turned to the guy next to me and said "hey, u think tarot is bullshit?" I said it quietly deliberately, he said "what" so I had to say it louder. Girl heard it and said to me "you think its bullshit? did you say tarot is bullshit?". The guy next to me jumped at the opportunity to voice his opinion and I started talk to her about reading the cards (Tarot card skills baby!) She was so into it and was reading it for herself and her friends. I was accomodating and got my friends to be involved. It was cool.
But then her hot friend arrived. She was obvioulsy craving for attention. Turned out that the guy next to me knew her. Told me all about her and her jealous boyfriend and how he has the hots for her. She took off her top exposing her cleavage and tats. She wasn't holding back at all. So I made eye contact and after awhile guys are feeling her up and and hitting on her here and there. I feel sorry for her jealous boyfriend. But I was cool about it so I was talking to her and we both laughed at his girlfriend together. She was loving the teasing, the guy liked me too. Later, some fat dude went up to her and started feeling her and her fat friend proceeded to cockblock the guy. Then I told the guy next to me to feel her back where the tat was. He did and she jumped. She turned around to give him an evil look and I said "sorry, it was my fault, I was encouraging him". SHe said ok and started talking to me again. Later I was having curry and she asked if she can join me, we had it with our hands together and we chatted some more
Then a chick I know turned up and she started talking to me. I was on a roll there and I grabbed her into my arms immediately, she rested her head on my shoulder and said "awww" I squeezed her harder and said mmmm, this is nice... Then I was feeling her exposed back from her low jeans, it was nice. SHe had to go back to her friends once in awhile but she kept coming back. bla bla bla, to cut the long story short, I was just fully being physical to her and flirting sexually with my eyes and voice, never words. She likes cuddling with me and that was cool. At the end, she was telling me "hey look, I am going to go home" I replied "ok, BYE!" she went but she came back to talk again... LOL LOL.
So I asked where she lives, hows shes going home and she complied with details. I took her to the cab, went home with her, gave her a kiss and went back to Second Life.... HA HA A HA H HA
I have been an occasional lurker on this blog for a while now. I cannot resist joining the fray today because of the topic.
I am not sure how all of you will respond to my post. I think I can offer a unique perspective on today's topic.
I was lucky to have a happy childhood with a few close friends and a loving family. I was not popular, and had few girlfriends as a teenager. I went to Uni, then worked for ten years as an Economist at a well known bank. Although I had a well-paying job, I still found it difficult to approach attractive women. I would get too nervous and make all kinds of embarrassing blunders.
It was painful to see co-workers of mine with gorgeous girlfriends, and to hear all of their stories about the things they got up to. I felt like my teenage years were being replayed, and that no matter what I did, nothing would ever change.
On my thirty-first birthday I sold everything I owned and went backpacking around the world. My friends and family, while surprised, assumed it was a belated rite of passage taken by many 20 year olds.
I visited (in order) Bali, Manila, Angeles City, Ho Chi Minh City, Phnom Penh, Bangkok, Pattaya,
then over to Europe... Bucharest, Budapest, Kiev, Odessa, Prague
and finally South America... Caracas, Cartagena, Lima, Santiago, Rio, Sao Paulo, Recife.
Some of you may already be able to guess the kind of holiday I had planned. These cities are well known as places foreigners visit for cheap sex.
Over three years (one year in each of the regions) I spent just over $300,000 on accommodation, food, travel expenses, and lots of sex.
I experienced just about every calamity that can befall a tourist in a foreign country. Food poisoning in Manilla, extorted in Budapest, beaten up in Kiev, mugged in Rio TWICE, and had my wallet stolen three times.
I also had the pleasure of bedding just over 500 of the most exquisite females to ever roam the earth. Some of them wanted my money and no more, others became my girlfriends for extended period s where no money was exchanged. I indulged in the most passionate, erotic love that any man could ever dream of. I learnt more about women, men, and most importantly, myself, over those three years than I had learnt in my entire life. I sampled just about every physical pleasure known to man - food, drinks, drugs, women. All of these in varied combinations.
I admittedly lied to many women, mostly about my intention to bring them back to Australia with me at the end of my trip. I still feel guilty about this, though at the time, my promises were genuine.
I also met quite a few men enjoying the same kind of holiday as I was. I became well schooled in "monger" ways (code word for sex tourists) about how to avoid the inevitable pitfalls of such journeys. I still keep in contact with many of them, some still remain "out in the field".
My post is not meant to be about re-living my adventures. Only a handful of people (none of my close friends of family) will ever know what my "backpacking trip" was really about. My post is meant to add to the discussion about relationships and money.
I spent three years surrounded by women who wanted money. It was transparent and their was no deception involved. I in turn, wanted sex with beautiful women. The honesty of these interactions to me, seems much more beautiful than the lying and deception that you see in places like Sydney (or any other big city).
I returned from my trip just over a year ago. I no longer fear women. The sight of a dolled up princess walking down Pitt Street, craving attention with a too-short mini makes me smirk. I have a wonderful girlfriend who I began dating three weeks after returning. I had one thousand dollars to my name and she didn't care one bit.
We run a successful business consulting firm and I plan to marry her soon. I will never tell her about my past, and I am not interested in hers. After travelling the world and sleeping with more women than a man like me ever should, I found my true love at the local on a trivia night.
I do not regret what I did. It was the greatest choice of my life. I will make the money back in time, but the memories I made, and the new memories I am making with my new love will last forever.
I have not told people close to me about this because I can't be bothered defending my choice to people who would never understand.
My message to all the men, who throw money around trying to buy love. If it is sex you are paying for, then you are getting a nasty deal. If it is love you want, then put your wallet away, and go play some trivia.