Sometimes phrases come up in my conversations with girls and end up being so powerful that the entire atmosphere of the interaction shifts in an instant.
You can witness her eyes light up as the words make their way deep in her mind and stimulate her imagination–and when those eyes start to shine–its a green light for you to start moving forward with a kiss.
I experienced this happen last week when I was out with a truly beautiful woman and she later admitted during our pillow talk that a simple sentence was the tipping point that made her want to sleep with me.
I’m going to frame the sentence inside of the story so you can have the complete picture.
Picking up a Model on a Tuesday
On a warm Tuesday evening in the middle of a New York summer, I was working in my studio. It was getting close to midnight and I was getting hungry so I decided to head to a local late-night place to get something to eat.
As soon as I entered I saw that there was a girl sitting alone at the bar, doing nothing but slapping her phone. I took the seat next to her, looked over, and when she looked at me I said “Hi” nice and loud with a big dopey grin on my face.
She smiled and I was taken aback at how stunning she was. She looked exactly like the stoned bitch from the Twilight movies:
Looking surprised I said “Well, look at you!” and smiled even wider while she laughed and flashed a cocky glance that said she knew exactly how gorgeous she was.
She was getting up to go somewhere and I asked her if she was leaving. She told me that she was just going out to smoke a little bit, but she would come back. “Good, it’ll be fun” I replied.
I ordered a burger and a beer and was eating when she returned. The smell of marijuana smoke was strong and I told her that she smelled like a naughty girl and she grinned and replied “I am a naughty girl”.
I’ve gotten to a point where I’ve been with enough beautiful women so their looks don’t phase me anymore, but I still have to remind myself to keep interactions playful–the easiest way to do that is by teasing–and thats what I did, I teased her about how she probably like to get high and watch shitty TV shows and eat pizza, probably played Pokemon, and had probably never hiked up a mountain.
When I told her I had just gotten back from hiking in the mountains and described how I climbed up to the highest point in the Catskills–which ended up being sort of disappointing because there was no real ‘peak’ or view from the very top–she started to get excited.
She had grown up in the area and told me about her times going hiking and snowboarding in those hills.
I’m originally from the area as well and after playing a little game of ‘who do we know in common?’ it turned out that she knew one of my closest friends little brother. That little brother had grown up with one of my brothers and they were both in punk rock bands and played together quite often.
We marveled at the coincidence for a bit and then I started sharing stories of the afterparties of the shows and all the crazy shit we used to get into upstate.
I told her about the time my friend got arrested when we were teenagers because we broke into the local supermarket he worked at and filled my car full of beer. We took it all to the local VFW hall for everyone to drink at one of his shows, and the next day when he went into work, they took him out in cuffs.
He was sentenced to community service at one of the state parks in the area and had to spend his time tracking wildlife that had GPS tags on them. I would go visit him while he did his service, we would smoke a bunch of pot, and then go track animals. They were some of the most fun days of our lives.
She was laughing so hard at that, she told me she was going to pee herself and then got up to use the toilet.
When she returned I got her howling again after I told her about when I took a girl up to a monastery in the mountains, and as soon as the girl saw the giant Buddha statue, she freaked out and peed all over the floor. We had to go tell the monks to clean it up and they did it stoically with no questions asked.
The bartender had come by to see what we were laughing at and I shared the stories with him as well. He was friends with the girl and was happy to see her having a good time with me and I noticed him give her that little nod that people give to girls when they approve of a guy who is making advances.
I asked what she was up to that night and she lifted her glass to me and said ‘this’. After we finished our drinks, I invited her to another bar down the block and she came with me. She told me how she had moved down to the city to model and was living in a small apartment with four other girls–this is common for a lot of NYC model girls–and its usually not as fun as it sounds. There is a lot of cattiness, bickering, and fights. Plus the places are usually filthy. I laughed at her and told her that there was plenty of room at my place–she returned with a cocky smile that beckoned me to try harder.
While we were sitting in a booth at the next bar, she was giving off strange body language that made her look untouchable and uptight. I asked her if she wanted to go smoke again and she rolled up a joint and we went outside to share it.
I’m not much of a smoker anymore because most of the time I just get dumb and tired, but being around such a gorgeous girl had me flying on another level and feeling unstoppable. I was looking down on her from the clouds and recognized that she really was one of the most beautiful females I had been around in a long time. I felt our connection build while we smoked and combining it with the high made me feel as alive as ever.
We went to one more place close to my apartment where I am good friends with the bartender. He kept mentioning how good we looked together and hooked us up with a round after we settled into a corner booth.
I shared another story about almost drowning after me and some friends thought it would be a good idea to rent kayaks to go down a river after a storm caused major flooding. I flipped over in some rapids and my kayak got wedged on a log with me trapped underneath struggling to release myself. The boat floated all the way into Connecticut and as we tried to catch up to it I had to ride for miles hanging off the back of my friends kayak while going down huge rapids.
When I was done with the story, I paused the conversation for a minute and looked at her, admiring her beauty fully. She played coy and asked ‘what?’ while twirling her fingers in her long hair.
I responded to exactly what I was feeling in the moment and said the magic words:
I’m drawn to powerful features, and yours are very strong.
She looked at me like a puppy and I leaned over to make out with her as I pulled her on to my lap.
While we were kissing I asked her when was the last time she was with a man and she responded with “never” which got us laughing again.
I told her how I was scared for millennials because the guys are all acting like girls and it has to be the softest generation to ever exist. She asked how I became so confident and I told her that in order to become a man, you have to go through tests of your spirit. This led into a conversation about I grew up poor, constantly experienced wild adventures like the ones I had been sharing, was homeless for a while, traveled around the world, capitalized on my talents to make a living, and had been tested thoroughly from the inside with peyote and ayahuasca.
While talking to her I slid my hand up her skirt and felt that her 21 year old pussy was soaking wet.
I led her back to my place by the hand for some mindblowing sex that results when you connect with someone on a deep level. Her long model legs were a little bit stiff in the beginning, but after I stretched them out, I was able to obliterate her into a puddle of fluids.
Whenever someone says that the best sex only happens in a long term relationship, I want to slap them in face until they realize how wrong they are. Connecting with someone immediately on a deep intellectual and primal level and then fucking while the coupling is at its peak is one of the most exciting things in the Universe.
I woke up several times that night with my dick hard and finding its way into her again–and she took it every time.
In the morning it was amusing, we didn’t say much, just a lot of smiles, and ‘oh my god, did that just happen’ looks while she gathered up her clothes from all corners of the room.
There is nothing like enjoying the body of a gorgeous girl for the first time. Especially ones that are up in the 8/9 levels–they can give you energy for days and inspire you to become a better person.
Ignore the girls beauty as much as you can in the beginning. Notice it at first to get your T levels up and some inspiration, but then drop it. Don’t let her know until she is hooked. It drove this girl nuts. When we were at the last spot, it was only after I had dropped the magic words
I’m drawn to powerful features, and yours are very strong.
that I began stroking her thighs and told her ‘wow, you have nice skin’ like I didn’t notice it before. Then I said ‘and nice legs, and nice hips, and nice boobs, and a pretty face’ all while touching said body parts…she melted at that point because she was insecure the hour before when I had played dumb to her hotness.
You don’t have to be cool all the time. I acted goofy in the beginning when I opened her because she was alone and I didn’t want to scare her off. It brought her guards down right away and got her smiling and playful. When I share my stories, its not at all for the sake of making me look good. Yes, they do demonstrate that I have an adventurous spirit, but a lot of them involve me being overly reckless, silly, foolhardy, and doing things beyond my limits. Being stupid is fun, embrace it.
Be a goddamn man. Its easy to say but hard to do because you have to grow into it. Like I told this girl, men have to go through spiritual tests before coming into their own–for some its more intense than others. For me, I had to skirt the edge of death and madness many times over, and still do, in order to remain lucid. But once you reach a certain point of spiritual development, you’ll be comfortable in your own skin and be able to say and do whatever the fuck you want with full confidence. I love having conversations about how men are acting like women nowadays and its pathetic. The more feminine the girl, the more she will enjoy talking about it.
Find something to connect with right away. Its not going to be by talking about work or politics. I got lucky with this girl by growing up in the same area, knowing some of the same people, and it was easy for us to bond over a shared landscape and culture. But make sure you build the connection through something you have in common. Its fun when that something has happened in childhood. Start off this kind of talk by saying something like “you look like someone who climbed up trees as a girl”.
Bounce venues. Always, always, always do this. Mystery was on point when he described it as ‘time travel’, building trust, leading her, making it easier to take her to your place, all those concepts are true. If you live out in the sticks with not more than one bar to visit, go to the edge of a river or on the edge of a cliff in order to switch up the environment.
And don’t forget to fuck her like its the end of the world–sex is the opposite of death, so kick it in the face while you can.
If you like this post, I would highly recommend that you check out my book Art of the One Night Stand. There are ten stories told in similar fashion as this one with even more detailed breakdowns at the end of each one.
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The featured image was created by a fan who was inspired by my stories.
I love it, nothing makes me happier than people who reach out and say that what I’ve done has affected them in a positive way.