My old roommate in Montreal had no idea I was a dating coach, but like me, he enjoyed going out and meeting women. Pickup became our favourite topic of discussion. His seduction philosophy was quite rigid. It always went like this, or so he said:

1. Get really drunk
2. Pick a corner and stand there, or pick a spot on the dance floor and shimmy
3. Scan for eye contact. Don’t approach without eye contact
4. Only approach girls that are by themselves, never if they are with other men
5. Say “Hi, my name is pickup guy.” Anything else is weird. Creativity is frowned upon
6. Go for ugly girls first. Aim for the floor and you can’t miss

I scoffed. “Wait for eye contact? Look at me man. If I took that advice I’d be waiting all night.”

I’m down to try new things, so one night we went to a club together. I stood there and drank a few pitchers with him and stared out at the dance floor, waiting for eye contact. Not one girl looked at me. Finally I’d had enough and approached three girls. “Hi, I’m Tony.” They were polite, but disinterested. Maybe if I’d waited for eye contact, I thought.

I tried a few more girls with similar results and returned to the corner. He looked at me, finished his beer, and poured another glass. “You’re too aggressive. You’re going to look creepy” he said.

“It’s a price I’m willing to pay. Hey, when are you going to do something?” I asked.

“I’m not feeling it tonight” was his reply. “You need to wait for eye contact. You’ll never get it without.”

“Where did you read this?”

“Oh, it has just worked for me.” He replied.

“Well I’ve picked up a lot of girls, and I rarely needed eye contact” I said. “The most important part of my game is talking to girls. Just standing here won’t get me anything but drunk.”

I put down my beer. “I’m going to look around” I said, and started towards the bathrooms. I took a wiz and on my way back spotted a wonderful looking blond dancing with five guys. I could tell that she wasn’t dating them since they all kept a safe five foot perimeter around her. I walked up casually, touched her arm and said “You are the best dancer I’ve seen in the last twenty minutes.” She laughed and put her hand on my chest. That meant she liked me.

I made a few dumb comments and she laughed some more, and touched me some more. So I touched her back, on the shoulders, on the arms. I told her she should meet my friend and she agreed; so we walked hand in hand to my roommate who was still standing in the corner drinking up his courage. I introduced him to her. She was very hot and I could tell he knew it. I’d proven my point. Don’t aim for the floor, aim for the moon.

I took her dancing. She was a twenty four year old blond beautician/cheerleader. We snuck upstairs to a roped off section and made out for ten minutes. She showed me some of her cheerleader moves. I touched her boobies. She couldn’t leave with me that night, so we set up a date for the next Saturday.

Forget about people’s rules. I broke them all. I approached without eye contact, I didn’t introduce my name, she was with five men, and I went straight for the hottest girl.

The only rule you should follow is this: Take action. That’s it. Everything else is a work of fiction.