So, I’m following…what’s her name…thread about PUAs. The general consensus is that the techniques don’t work. Same thing, in the thousand of other threads about the subject.
Sooooo, that begs the question. If those techniques don’t work…then WHAT does work? What are these mystery magic words that will make warm purple silky thongs hit the floor?
I’ve come up with all kinds of things to get women hot, once they’ve ran cold. Still struck out.
-I’ve once told a woman I loved her (shitty) art work. She said I was like the only person who complimented her work. But, she still would not let me dip my paintbrush into her ooey gooey tempura paint.
-I fixed a woman an awesome lunch. She said it was the best she’d ever had. The tastes were orgasmic. Guess what? The day did not end with me sticking my soft fingers into her perfectly-prepared ham sandwhich.
-In Chicago, I told a girl at a night club, that I had a pad (well, a relative’s) that overlooked downtown. At my disappointment, the night didn’t end in balcony sex nor her going down while an elevator went up.
Well, what would someone have to say to you to get your titties flappin’ in the wind?
There’s no magic around it. He has to be sincere without pinging my bullshit meter the tiniest bit, or these labia lock shut like a pair of department store doors at closing on Black Friday.
There are no magic words. I have to like you before I want to sleep with you and no cheesy line is going to make my non-existent panties hit the floor just because you say it.
Or you have to offer me a big enough incentive to overcome my disinclination to intimacy with you and override my inherent distaste for being considered a whore.
I’m a wealthy celebrity in a band/movie/sport you like. Of course that only works if you actually are a wealthy celebrity, and you are with a woman who is a starfucker who recognizes you.
Aside from that, not much.
Also try ‘I’m the dictator of the country you live in’. That works to get you laid.
“I am extremely rich–like Oprah rich–and would love to find someone to share it with. Also, we only have to have sex once a quarter, and I don’t mind if you sleep with other people.”
LOVE. CONNECTION.
No such thing. There are people I’d simply never share a bed with except for body heat and with a ton of clothes on; there are others who could touch my shoulder and have me be the one asking “do you happen to have rubbers?”
I’m sure The Idiot Boyfriend thinks it was his speeches about marriage that got me into bed with him, when they were actually quite irritating. What got me into bed with him was pure horniness.
As for my titties flapping in the wind, if yours do you really need to see a doctor about it, because I’m twice your age and mine don’t. Speaking more like a grown-up humanoid and less like a teenaged goat might be helpful.