I was talking to a Venezualan friend last night about the extreme flakiness of hot women. He’s been with over one hundred or so. “Man,” He says. “They have a cavity. Everything goes inside of them. We shoot out. That’s why they are afraid. They also want everything. You have to give them everything. Women…
I’m pretty much deep in writer’s block, so here’s a bunch of my stupid pickup routines. Have fun. “You’re not my Dad.” (Great reply for pretty much anything.) “If you were trapped in a well with a squirrell, would you eat it, or keep it for company?” (My opinion openers are weird.) “Do you like…
Most of my students contact me not because they lack charm, or courage; more so, they lack self-reliance. They lack the ability to carry their own weight. Early in my own development, there were no wingmen. I was forced to go out alone. It was scary enough to make me pretend to talk on my…
Last night at the karaoke bar, a very social place, my friend approached a group of girls and sat at their table. I don’t know what he said, but one of the girls, the fattest, least attractive one, said, “Go away. We’re having a ladies night out,” and dismissed him with a wave of the…
She was standing outside of the pub, leaning against the wall; all twenty one years old and five foot ten of her. French, thin, absolutely beautiful. She was a model with some pro experience—she didn’t brag. I guessed. For once, I believed it. She was all legs and hair. She wore a faux fox tail…