Party! Party! Dance! Dance!

I love watching girls party. Not just because they are throwing their beautiful bodies around in reckless, organized chaos. But because each woman is a piece of art.

Art, although beautiful, sometimes ugly, frightening or absurd, can also be terrifying. Like a horror movie you can’t stop watching.

Have you ever tried dancing like a girl? Not actually like a girl, but with their energy? Put your soul on the line; offer it to all those silent drunken, stoned witnesses. Dancing is an exhibition for seeing, being seen, and feeling the human pulse. It’s self expression. If you are worried about looking foolish—just accept…you are foolish. Be honest and do it anyway. The only way to learn to dance is to dance.

Haven’t you spent enough of your very short, soon to be over life, worrying what others think of you?

Screw that.

In a situation like a club, it’s good to match their energy level, or exceed it slightly. Speak louder, take up more space, be dominant, fun, interesting in your body language and movements.

If you don’t know what this looks like…go to a bar and watch the girls party. If I’m dancing with a girl and she jumps…I jump higher–then bring her down to a level I can deal with.

You can raise and lower the energy of others. Have you ever calmed a friend that was enraged, frothing and violent? Or brought up someone that was sad and whining? The alteration in mood doesn’t need to be drastic. But in a situation like a loud party, you can still influence others to match YOUR energy. And it’s probably not as high as a 19 year old girl, if that’s what you’re after. Lead the women!

Watch the happy girls. See their beaming, smiling faces? They don’t want anything less than how they feel at that moment.

Girls love feelings. This is why they like men that are fun, witty, and aggressive. Fun is all about massive state fluctuations. Think about roller coasters, the age old metaphor. We Looooove that shit.

Then there’s social tactics–for the loveable sociopath in all of us. You can drag someone’s state down abruptly, and then fling it back up. Like telling a girl that your sister has the exact same shoes, and then complimenting her button nose and asking her to pull your finger. How’s that for an emotional rollercoaster?

Anyway, I don’t do a lot of the stuff above all the time. But you get the point. This doesn’t just apply to meeting girls, but charming anyone. With men, it helps to inform them of things, and toss compliments. Men love compliments.

The only reason I don’t talk to more dudes is because it’s hard to get rid of them. They want to buy you shots and arm wrestle and belch politics. All you did was compliment his Tapout shirt and ask what he thinks of a GSP vs Silva matchup. Now you can’t get rid of the loveable bastard. It’s not like he’s met any women that night, even though that’s the only thing to do other than drink, fight or dance.

Although…instant wingmen can really come in handy. “Hey, girls, you have to meet my friend!” Hopefully the guy can handle himself, or loves fatties. Random dudes are great help when you need some backup and your friends are nowhere to be seen.

Anyway…bring the party, don’t steal the party.