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When You’re Not Her Type

When You’re Not Her Type

She pulled out of my embrace. I couldn’t help but stare at her breasts.  She didn’t mind. “You know,” she said, playfully wrinkling her nose, “you’re not really my type.” Here was another random bar girl, and I was doing my charming thing amongst a throng of drunks. It was working. “I’m usually only into tall guys. You’re too…

Self
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Self

There’s a woman beside me reading the paper, drinking a pint at 1:42 pm and belching softly into her fist. Beside her is a young girl with large thigh tattoos. She’s engaged in a valiant struggle with her twelve foot Mac cable. The cable is winning. Being single isn’t so bad A girlfriend read my…

Why You Fail
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Why You Fail

Most of you will fail. You will never, ever, get good at picking up, and likely never land the girl of your dreams. Not because you aren’t good looking enough, rich enough, or the right race. The answer is simple. You will give up. When a player is out to pickup, he doesn’t go home…