Undercover Science

what a time ...

2008-09-06T02:37:00.000-07:00

September 6, 2008 -- Earth -- I've been "drowning in a sea of endless pussy" as David Duchovney's character in the TV show "Californication".

Not that I mind. It's been very fulfilling in its own way. I would be lying if I told you it is not fun to have my way with women, pretty much whenever and wherever I want. I have enjoyed so many experiences with so many beautiful women, it would take me many years just to jott down the essential notes of each of those encounters. However, I do recall many key nuggets (even though I have probably forgotten most of their names), and all I can say is I am immensely grateful -- as are the women -- for the pleasures we have shared.

The thing is, that's just not enough. Eventually even I want to find someone (or actually a few women) that I can spend the rest of my life with, and reproduce my DNA with. Having kids is joy, pain, fun, rewarding, and a healthy part of life.

So now I'm faced with that challenge. Filtering out all the lovely ladies who just aren't going to keep me happy for a lifetime, and only allowing probable mates into my inner circle of girlfriends.

To date, I have discovered lots of ways to enjoy short and mid and even long-term relationships. And I have discovered lots of ways to prevent getting married. By continuing this research, inevitably, I will discover a way for me to engage in a successful, lifelong relationship with my most beloved women.

I hope that this report has been useful to you. I wish you all joy, balance, and sexcess with women!

U.S.

Unholy Wench From Hell

2006-10-26T07:32:00.000-07:00

October 26, 2006 -- Earth

I woke up this morning to find that my computer had been violated. Yes, violated.

A woman I picked up the other day, came over to my house yesterday, and we had our fun.

Then she drugged me with some kind of mixed drink (whisky, coke, and i don't know what), but it made me black out completely for some time. be it known, i have never passed out, let alone blacked out, from a whisky and coke.

When I came to at some point today, she had left, and the damage was done.

The post you see from yesterday, isn't from me. She hacked her way in to an offline system i have, that contains some of my passwords (the girl does have her talents) and proceeded to simply log in and post a fake blog in my name, both here and in various fora online.

I only woke up because she was calling me nonstop to gloat about her feat, as if it's some kind of glory to her. The phone rang so many times, it was like an unending percussion that i wanted to stop. So I answered, pretty incoherently I would imagine, with a simple "hello".

She started cackling like a werewitch. The kind of laughter that shoots through your spine and stiffen your soul against some inevitable, immediate onslaught against you.

I said, "Who is this?" not even having a clue what day it was, let alone who was laughing like a hyena.

"Check your PUA blog, you LOSER!" click. The call was over. I immediately felt as if I would have preferred an hourlong tongue-lashing than to actually check my blog. And that's exactly why that cackle stiffened my spine.

I read the post she put up, in my name, without permission.

I see that she posted a fake post with a fake tip.

I read that she is angry that I gamed her. She's saying she's angry, anyway.

For The Record: I have NOT tested the STD opener-test on 100 sets.

And now I have to change all my passwords and move on.

Note to self: Don't go with that one again.

As I can't completely undo the damage she's done on the other fora she posted it to, I've decided to leave her post up beneath this one, at least for now, so that it can be clear what happened.

I hope that this report has been useful to you. I wish you all joy, balance, and sexcess with women!

Happy Halloween indeed, witches' warts and all...

U.S.

An STD opener and DHV/DLV / IOI test in time for Halloween

2006-10-25T17:18:00.000-07:00

I love Halloween. Time for Trick or Treat. May you fill your collection bags with plenty of sweet treats. And may you give us good Field Reports about it.

Halloween. A time for get your freak on.

Here's a cocky funny opener that i call the STD Opener-Test. i came up with that works well for moments when Halloween is in the air.

R&D: It was actually developed during the summer in a time and place that had no relevance to Halloween, and yet it seems to work nicely into the 'you gotta be Whack! to ask sh*t like that!' mood that generally surrounds this peculiar Pagan/Witch holiday, where the Weird is welcome.

I don't know if anyone else has ever used it - if you have heard it please let me know.

it's been field tested over a hundred times, in one-on-ones and groups of 3, 4, and more people, in public gatherings. i've personally had half a dozen great successes from this opener.

context a: she's alone (this is rare, but it happens), so use it as your opener. nothing else beforehand. just this.

context b: if in a group, if the group is discussing Halloween and weird things, great. If not, steer a conversation in that direction.

CAUTION: THIS IS NOT THE FIRST THING YOU SAY TO THE GROUP! This is the first thing you say to your target in the group, after you have established social proof. This way, as weird as it is, they're not gonna lock you out for asking one strange-but-funny question after you've already been pre-selected by their acceptance of you.

your body language: big smile. open, lifted chest.
your tonality: strong/bold. with panache. as if it's the most natural thing in the world to ask a total stranger.
your words: "have you ever been given the wrong STD medication?"

the idea of this opener is to actually do two things at once:
1) shit test her for daring sense of humor (you'd have to be daring or just crazy to ask this of a total stranger). as a bonus, it automatically also tests her honesty and respect.

2) filter out any possibility that she actually may have a Sexually-Tranmitted Disease (STD). -- i'm not even gonna go there, and i don't care if she's a 12.

this works great in groups, because it's of course outrageous and triggers the involuntary laughs that you might imagine.

If the target blushes or otherwise indicates that it has actually, really, definitely happened to her, whether or not she thinks it's funny, you've double filtered on the first question.

there is a strong chance she will jokingly say something to the effect of "Yes of course! That's awful! I had oral herpes and they gave me anti-gonorrhea drugs instead. i couldn't stop scratching my crotch for a week until they got me the right pills again."

there is a good chance she will demonstrate getting mad at you for asking such a bold question, which is a perfect way for you to joke about how STDs are actually quite common and she needn't be ashamed of it. If you're at a place with a large crowd, just wave your hand into the air broadly and slowly and say "you're not a special snowflake. there's probably at least a few other people here you've got something in common with."

if she just laughs and honestly lets you know that she has not had any STDs, well then you've just gotten an IOI from a woman that has already told you she's clean.

this pushes the limit of being cocky and funny, granted, but it's all said with a big smile and a laugh and it is said as honestly as it's meant to be.

I know it's an odd one. It works great. It even just makes all the other betas feel awkward and unable to do anything but be silent in amazement of the composure in which you discuss STDs with a target. Or they'll laugh. Sometimes they'll even get them each bragging about the worst things that've happened to them.

You might be asking yourself "Why would U.S. even want to go into that kind of conversation one-on-one, let alone in a group?"

Well, because it's funny, and it's very informative, and it's a test of honesty and respect for my person and my time and my property, all wrapped up into one seemingly joking question. And did I mention, it's a big IOI if she says 'no' in an honest way. she's subcommunicating to you that she could be funny and respond that way, but she wants to be clear about this.

So of course, if she passes this test, she's well on her way to your goals.

And of course, I do it because I want to help stop the spread of preventable STDs. With all the sarging going on these days, one has to be aware and not take unnecessary risks.

I do it because I care about you, the PUA community, and because I care about all those charming targets. And I do it because I don't want to catch the STD that you gave her, you bastard (you know who you are)!!!

Use it, test it, and report what you find. I'd love to know.

I hope that this report has been useful to you. I wish you all joy, balance, and sexcess with women!

Happy Halloween,

U.S.

The Valentine's Day Duo

2006-02-14T03:47:00.000-08:00

February 14, 2006 -- Earth

Minutes after midnight, the start of Valentine's Day, I was visited by two gorgeous girlfriends. One of them is "just a friend" and is a lot of fun to hang out with. The other is a Super Hot Babe, a professional dancer / dance teacher, who specializes in sensual dance techniques. She came over following a class she teaches late at night.

The "just a friend" girl was a sort of "Cupid" in that she knows that I and the other woman have some attractive interest towards each other. Her "arrow" was her guitar, which she used playfully to keep our songs going, and which was helping me bond with my target. God how I love women. Especially when they are helping me to get with their girlfriends.

So I'm sitting at home with two super hot babes, entertaining them with music, word games, jokes, drinks, smokes, whatever keeps them happy, chatting and smiling in the hearth of my home.

For the dancer, it was her first visit to my home, though not the first time we've hung out. I used the time to "build social proof" even further than I already had. Had she been there alone, I know I could have moved from the attraction stage to the comfort stage and possibly even to a limited physical stage. This woman in particular, has "decided to give up sex with men" at least for the time being. However, she has indicated to the other babe present, and to her beaux, that she would very much like to find "a real man" who would make her feel "that feeling inside". Naturally, I know that I am that guy.

There was a low-level of kino (physical contact) going on, ie: every time she handed me a drink or a smoke, or whenever she had a point to make in her talking (She is a very animated speaker, uses her hands a lot -- ahhh ... Middle Eastern / Morrocan blood).

At several moments, I managed to slip in some lines about the colors being worn ... there was a lot of fitting Red (the color of Romance, and Valentine's Day). I cracked a lot of "cocky & funny" jokes on both of the girls. I did not look only at my target. I shared my attention fully with both of the lovelies sitting in my bedroom.

They had a great time, and left with hugs and kisses and plenty of smiles. The game is most definitely ON with the dancer.

I playfully managed to get more than one parting hug and kiss goodbye, because of the nature of my abode. It was a mildly cheeky thing to do, but for me, well worth it, and not just physically. They loved the cuteness of my coy joke, and the vibe was astounding and resonating very strongly.

Her parting words to me were essentially "Thank you for having me. it was a pleasure being in your kingdom. You are a naughty boy ... and you are most welcome into my realm."

The thing is, she's such a hot babe, she's the kind of girl that I like to keep as a friend, because she has tons of other hot girlfriends. Plus she teaches dance, which means I can attend her classes, especially as it's 95% women who take her courses. Of course, knowing myself, I will probably go for this woman, because I can sense that we both want great, non-committed sex. We both have what the other wants, and part of that, is the freedom not to be tied down by any great sex we may have together.

What about Valentines' DAY ?
I may well use Joseph Matthews' "Valentine's Day Technique" on some other woman today, just for fun. I know it works. I used it a couple days ago, and certainly had fun with it. If you don't know what the technique is, you really should learn it. Basically it involves telling a modified version of the story of St. Valentine to an isolated target, and getting a great kiss (and more) at the end of the storytelling. I have tried this on half a dozen women in the last 2 days, and every single time, I have gotten at the very least, a very solid kissing session, and at best, passionate sex with the targets at hand.

Anyway, it's already well into Valentine's Day ... and I've got all kinds of love to go spread ... so until next time ...

I hope that this report has been useful to you. I wish you all joy, balance, and sexcess with women!

Happy Valentine's Day,

U.S.

getting picked up twice in a walk

2006-01-31T17:43:00.000-08:00

January 31, 2006 -- Earth

Chased by a Free Spirit

Walking around today, I bumped into a friendly young woman I know. She was in a very friendly and oncoming frame when she called out to me. I chatted with her a little, and the left. An hour or so later I ran into her again on the return path, and we chatted in front of some of her colleagues.

I gave her a few canned cocky and funny lines, and when she asked if i bite, i said "no, but i might nibble you a little." that got a great laugh and smile from her. I chatted with her friends, and in addition to shaking hands, i also "knocked knuckles" with her and her friends, and the older woman there said, "you should do more of that with her."

The target, who I call "M", pulled me privately into her shop and showed me some items she wanted my opinion on. We chatted a while and I resisted making any physical advances onto her, because she still gives me the "I have a boyfriend" line. This one is taking a while to whittle down her resistance, not because she is a huge challenge, just because she is actually a little timid, and we never seem to have more than a few minutes of time together.

After a while she pulled me to another shop to give her my opinions on some comparitive items. I did, and then she went to some nearby friends to ask for their approval and opinions. As soon as she walked over to that group of people, I immediately walked to the next shop where I know another hot babe, and where I saw her and her current boyfriend. We exchanged some laughs, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw M start to walk off back to her shop. I bid goodbye to the two friends I was with at the moment.

I walked back out towards M, called out to M in a loud clear direct voice from 10 meters away. She stopped, turned around, walked towards me, and then we exchanged proper goodbyes, with good physical contact, and her promising to call me soon. From my point of view, women like M make great friends, because they usually have tons of really cute single girlfriends, and M does.

Getting picked up by a delightful lesbian deli lady

About a half hour later, I was at a sandwich shop buying lunch. After hearing her banter with the other employees of the shop, I asked her the classic "if you could only see the world through shades of orange, green or purple, which would you choose?"

She said green. I asked her why, and she said because she's from a very green place and it's the color of growth and spring and "fun good things".

I said that was interesting, because I like orange, and I just met a purple a little earlier.

Suddenly she asked "why do you ask about colors anyway?"

And I told her, "well, i ask that question of lots of people. i find it interesting. it speaks a lot about the vibe or aura that someone eminates."

she then asked "how? what do you mean?"

and i said, "well, it takes a while to explain."

so she said "ok, go ahead. explain it please."

to which i replied, "i don't really have time right now, but we could continue this conversation later."

she asked, "ok, but how will we get in touch?"

and i said, "well, we could email."

to which she replied, "email?"

i said, "yeah."

then she asked me a question about her girlfriend's brother, (yes they are lesbians), and I said I would not just rattle off groundless statements about a person I have never met, but that if she wanted, we could talk more in depth later.

so she said, "what's your phone number?"

i gave it to her. she wrote it down, and said she'd call. maybe she will, maybe not. but it was fun, and it was flattering.

I hope that this report has been useful to you, and I wish you all joy, balance and sexcess with women.

Sincerely,

U.S.

when high quality problems aren't really problems at all

2006-01-28T18:26:00.000-08:00

January 29, 2006 -- Earth

Late last night I walked my dog, as I do practically every night. I wanted it to be a quiet night. My goal was to avoid meeting new women, in order to finally get some work done. I left the house accompanied by two friends. I walked in their direction specifically so that I would NOT pick up anyone else (read: women) on the way.

After a while, when my friends approached their destination, I continued on my way with my dog.

Just walking along, minding my own business, I was chased down by one girl from about 50 meters away, who works outdoors at a club, and was shouting "STOP! In the name of love, please ... I HAVE TO pet your dog." and so we chatted. I got her name but wasn't really into her, and anyway she was working, so I just said my au revoirs, to which she replied "come back sometime". I just smiled and kept going on my way.

I wound up passing by a place that's usually pretty quiet at that time of week. There were two girls sitting on a low wall in the garden where I was walking.

As my dog approached the two of them along our path, they immediately started to react to my dog the way all dog lovers react to a large friendly dog. Then another large dog, off-leash, appeared and approached my dog. They were at peace, and before I said anything, it was unspoken but unmistable proof of the peaceful and calm nature of my dog and myself.

The Pick-Up:
Naturally, I immediately approached with my calm confidence, and my friendly face, and in a clear and direct voice, opened them with just a simple opinion, "Is that your dog?" and they said it wasn't. So I said, "Hm. Nice how strangers can make friends so quick." and I let that linger for a few seconds. At this point, my dog and his cool, friendly behavior with another large male dog was providing Social Proof for me!

Then I asked a question that I love asking, which goes like this: "If you could only see the world through shades of one color, would you choose orange, green, or purple?".

Each gave her own answer, (one said orange, the other green), and I replied "Hm. That's interesting. I just met a purple a few moments ago. Thanks." And then I gave a smile, with my eyebrows slightly lifted so as to wrinkle my forehead a little. For whatever reason, a wrinkled brow and a smile can cut through social barriers with women, like a hot knife through butter.

And just like that, I left.

Attraction: On
I was walking away from them with my dog, and our backs to them, and I did not get more than 5 meters away from them when they cried out "WAIT!"

And I knew, it was Game On.

They were walking towards me, and fast, asking me "Where are you going?"

I looked at them and asked "What?" as if I did not hear the first time, so that they would ask again, which they did. Then I said, "I'm just walking."

Then I let one of them say something. One said, "just walking." almost half-mocking me, but in a playful way.

I immediately continued "Yep. You're welcome to joining me if you want. It's always fun when I walk with my dog." And then I asked, "Where would you like to go?" (n.b. It's different enough from their question that it lets me riff into a new conversation about their destination in reality or in fantasy, and as we all know, nothing turns many women on like talking about fantasy).

They replied that they wanted to go to some place with classic rock or something close to that genre. As it happens, I was walking in the direction of one of my favorite watering holes, so I suggested we go there. They had never been there before, so already we were embarked upon an adventure that I knew they'd enjoy.

It was not until we were walking together and laughing, that I even noticed that they were hot. One of them i would even say, is supermodel hot.

Oh and that strange, lone dog was following us. Instantly, the supermodel-hottie decided she wanted to adopt him if he stuck around. And he did.

Constant Testing:
Many expert PUAs teach that one of the best ways to grab a woman's attention is to reverse the role of testing the other. Women are always testing men, so often the best way to keep a woman happy and on her toes, is to test her. Constantly. With fun, probing questions. I love doing it. When I ask opinion questions, in a woman's mind, I demonstrate my higher value to them, and keeps them the chasing me, and wanting my leadership.

We kept walking and I kept asking them some of my routine opinion / open-ended questions and I played their differences of opinion against each other and judged their responses with favor/disfavor depending on my whim. this let me have them compete for my attention, and I played each of them nicely, with a respectful balance so that each would feel she wasn't quite being cut loose.

At this point, after about 3 minutes of walking and talking, I said, "Well, we should exchange information, and then we can hang out sometimes." knowing that they were eager to do so. And boy, were they ever eager to do so. Indicators Of Interest were flashing Big Bright Lights at me. Now, normally I don't take girls numbers anymore, and I probably should not have taken their numbers on this night, but I slipped up and took their numbers as well as giving them mine.

Social Proof:
We ended up drinking at some pub that I know, that they had never frequented before. Along the way, not less than a dozen people stopped us to pet my dog and say hi. People I did not even know, but when groups of people see a group of two girls, 1 guy, and a large dog, they always are going to stop. I was building social proof with these women, and with total strangers that I had known less time than I knew these two women.

In the bar itself, were about 15 people, and all of them greeted us, chatted with us, and were having a great time hanging out with me, my dog, and these two hot chicks. Suddenly these two women are sitting in my reality, and they are being entertained and warmly received by the bartender who is one of my sweet girlfriends, and all of the people in the bar, and they're all laughing at my jokes and telling me stories about how much they love animals, etc.

I couldn't have paid a team of professional PR people to do a better job of making me look cool than that scene right there.

Even the loner dog was still hanging around. There was even another dog there ... the establishment's own. So we've got 15 people + 3 dogs in a bar, all getting along, all forming those concentric circles around my sphere / my reality, and all of them somehow, ever so subtly, seeking my approval, and I never sought to be in that position, as the approval-giver.

The girls asked what I do for a living. I gave them the usual irrelevant answers of obviously made up answers to avoid telling them what I really do. They ate that up and chomped at the bit for more. Every question they threw at me, got an indirect answer, or an answer that led them to talk more about themselves. I was building an Emotional Bond.

I was playfully making physical contact with them as well, holding hands and playfully pushing them into each other, etc. Light. Fun. Not too quick so as to make it seem like I was trying to cop an unverifiable feel, and not too slow so as to make it inapropriate. Just casual friendly contact. I was building a Physical Bond.

After we enjoyed our drinks, we walked back to my place and had a great time. The loner dog followed us all the way, and hung around outside with some dogs in the neighborhood.

So by now we've been to three destinations together, and walked a good distance. That's a triple instant-date with two women at once, which works out in their heads to 6 instances of social proof and comfort for them to chew on in their busy women brains.

The ladies went home happy, satisfied, and looking forward to the next time, whenever and however it will happen. And the strange dog kept walking with them, happy as ever.

So I failed to have the quiet evening I was hoping for, because I allowed two hot women home to follow me home and have fun. Oh the sacrifices I endure for Undercover Science.

Now, I am aware that this is what David DeAngelo and many others jokingly refer to as a "high quality problem" :) And of course, it isn't really a problem at all. (Oh Shucks! ANOTHER Menage-A-Trois! What EVER Shall I DO?!?!) Still, it sure does make managing my time quite a challenge. (Yes, I can tell you pity me).

I hope that this report has been insightful to you, and i wish you all joy, balance and sexcess with women.

U.S.

great backsnaps are worth the wait

2006-01-27T02:52:00.000-08:00

January 27, 2006 - Earth

Last night I was out at several bars, staying only briefly at each place. I did not drink any alcohol. Just a bunch of Cokes and juices.

At the first bar, I spoke to very few women. One was one of the bartenders. She was wearing camouflage pants, so I say, "Camouflage, eh?"

She replies "Yeah, I am always ready."

And I retort, "What, is there a war on?"

And she laughs. I rattle off a couple of canned jokes I always remember, and get her to laugh and smile.

Meanwhile, the hostess, who I shall refer to as "L" of the busy bar walks up to me as I am writing some new songs. She says something that I did not quite hear, and she did not recognize me until I said her name to her. Then her eyebrows lifted up, and she smiles and says, "Oh, hi. How are you? Listen I'm real busy right now but I'll be right back to talk with you." I could tell that would not be for a while, and I was moving on to the next scene. Still, she gave off a nice vibe while saying it, so I judged her intent as good, even if her actions would fall short.

As I leave, I beckon "Camo" girl for my bill. She makes a mildly funny joke about my choice of non-alcoholic drinks at a bar, saying "You're going to sleep well tonight.", at which I retort "for a lot of good reasons, honey."

On my way out the door, I stop to say goodbye to the hostess, who had indeed failed to come back to me for the few minutes she promised. So I pull out my little journal and ask her a pop quiz, pointing to the two characters on the cover. "Quick pop quiz. Who's cuter? Pooh or Tigger?" She is frozen with indecision, and by the time she starts to say anything, I just say "Too slow. Maybe next time." And I leave as she is protesting and saying she prefers Tigger.

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About a half hour later, just walking over to another scene, I run into a woman accompanied by two men. I had seen this woman in the past, twice in a single day. She is a statuesque beauty. A tall thin brown haired and brown eyed Russian woman of exquisite physical appeal. She had such a high wall of protection and pose around her when I first saw her, that I broke through it by asking her where to find some restaurant, and later when I saw her again, I said, "Hey it's you again" at which she laughed.

So this time, seeing her goofing around with a couple guy friends at a store, I said, "Hey you, stop stalking me. If you want, we can still be friends." To which she says "But we aren't even friends" and I said, "Of course not. I don't make great friends with stalkers. But if you stop doing that, we can be friends. And if not, that's OK too."

She laughed and her guy friends did too, because even though they did not know the context of our previous encounters, it was clear that she and I had met before and that it was in good fun.

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A couple hours later, at the last bar I passed through, a woman I met before, was sitting at the bar with a friend of mine.

She said "Hi".

I did not say anything. I just gave her an unclear nod. I just waited and stared directly into her eyes, until she broke the tension by saying "You don't remember? Huh? Well, you were probably so stoned that you don't remember anything."

Then I say her name (for the sake of this story, we'll call her "I"), directly and loudly enough for everyone in the immediate area to hear.

By just saying her name like that, with total confidence and after letting her loudly spout out incorrect declarations about me in front of mutual friends, I devastated her attempts to lower my value, and instantly raised my value while lowering hers.

She cracked up laughing. She says "Sorry".

I retort with "It's OK. We can still be friends."

She laughed again and replied "Yeah, I don't see any problems with that."

Later, I stopped her on her way back to the bar from the bathroom, and I said to her, one-to-one, "How could I forget you? You didn't call even though you said you would." (N.B. About one week earlier, this same woman had taken my number and promised to call, but never did).

She began to apologize profusely and I say "Why are you apologizing? You don't need my approval."

She then says sorry again and gives some reason for it that I flip into "sounds like you're stalking me!" and I laugh, but she replies by giving the impression that she is "shocked" and asks if I really actually think she's a stalker, so I say, "Well no, not really ... but maybe just a little bit."

So she laughs and says "Yeah I guess we all have a little stalker in us."

And I say, "Yeah ... he's in there ... just ... Stalking."

A few moments later, while she's sitting at the bar again, chatting up one of our mutual friends, she makes a comment about the supernatural, how she thinks I am connected to it, and how she is afraid of it.

I reply, loud enough for her and our friends to hear, and while speaking directly to the man she's sitting next to, "Little girls are always afraid of the unknown." this line was intended to do two things at once: First, it shows that I am a dominant male who regards even a grown woman as a 'little girl' in some ways, and especially when it comes to the unknown. At the same time it shows I have a sense of humor, timing and delivery, by being a perfect punchline to her chatty story.

At that remark, she laughs loudest as I pull away from the conversation and let them have their private chat again. The fact that she laughed loudest speaks volumes. It means she "gets it" and liked the challenge of a man taking friendly funny jabs at her, rather than sucking up to her like every other guy around her.

About five minutes later after I have jotted down these notes into my journal, I ready myself to leave. I say my goodbyes to a few friends, and then I lean into her and say very directly for her ears only, "And don't call me." Then I pull away about 3 feet and let her respond, knowing she would.

She says "Really?!?!"

I just grin and hold up my arms as if to say "Ah. Go figure." and walk out.

Just as I left, I realized that though this was probably a good way to end it, a better end would have been to say, "Well, the last time I told you to call, and you didn't, so let's try it this way."

Lesson Learned: Women you run into more than once, if you have any kind of rapport with them at all, even if all you ever said was "hi", the moment you see the person more than once, that person is no longer a complete stranger, and you can use any of the past experiences to your leveraged advantage.

I hope that this report has been useful to you, and I wish you all great joy, balance and sexcess with women.

U.S.

social proof and muscle rub opener

2006-01-10T07:08:00.000-08:00

January 10, 2006 -- Earth

How Can You Get Past Initial Rejection?

THEORY: Normally, you should not waste time trying to win back someone who is not interested in you.

REASON: There are so many women to meet, don't bother wasting your life on worthless drama.

EXCEPTION: However, there are times when fate or coincidence draws people together, and when a woman who rejected me politely in the suddenly chases me, I am willing to let her keep chasing for a while to prove that she's not pulling my leg.

EXAMPLE: I went for a walk with a lady friend and my dog, and ran into an acquaintance ... a striking Russian woman, whom I will refer to as I, with an exotic animal habit. She was walking her McCaw parrot on this brilliant day, and her nose, lip and ear piercings shone in the bright sun. We exchanged greetings, and I introduced her to my human companion (she already knows my dog).

PROOF: As soon as I did that, she opened up immediately. Previously, I had experienced a bit of a confused response from her... she welcomed the random encounters and gave me her number, but when I called her out for tea, she declined, so I cut her loose. I knew I should not have taken her number but she insisted when she took mine (and I caved, poor showing, I know...).

CONCLUSION: Anyway, now that I had proven even a minimal amount of "social proof", that I was in the company of another woman, her confused guard went down. Unprompted, and probably noticing my active disinterest and layed back posture, she invited me to visit her place of work, and get together. Chalk up a "Win" for science.

Can You Really Open With A Muscle Rubbing Joke?

THEORY: Yes.

REASON: If you can pull off cocky/funny about a part of your body using an unexpected punchline and follow-up, you have proven that you are witty and comfortable discussing the human body and physical contact, thus proving your confidence, which is an Higher Value Indicator in the mind of women.

EXCEPTION: If you mess this up, you're likely to blow any chance at a relationship, because the joke can be misunderstood so easily and just completely cause her to shoot you down or shut you out. Either way, not in her reality. So beware, David Peg, and only try this one once you have practiced it, often, in front of your mirror.

EXAMPLE: Later, as I was walking home, I ran into a pretty girl that I've seen but never before spoken to, asked me "So how are you?"

"Great," I said, "but I do have a muscle that needs a rub."

I waited for a second, and then two. I waited for her shock-response. And just as she said, "What the ..."

I finished, "... in my back!" and then as soon as she smiled, I said, "Come on then, we're not there yet!"

PROOF: She laughed, and her response was obvious. I made clear my interest without declaring it like a brute ... even though my joke was a little near the edge of crude, the punchline made it acceptably funny. We then made some small talk, she rubbed my back for a few minutes before I had to go, and I gave her my number.

CONCLUSION: Science and cocky/funny succeeds again.

I hope this report has been useful to you. I wish you all health, freedom, joy, and sexcess with women!

U.S.

complimentary dig

2006-01-10T03:08:00.000-08:00

January 10, 2006 -- Earth

Here is an Opener / pick-up line that I enjoy using (And have had much success with).

"You know, it's really uncouth of you to come here. You're just making it harder for all these other girls to catch me or any of the other attractive men in the place."

Look at the structure and phraseology that I chose to use.
"You know" I open by acknowledging her intellect without being too complimentary.
"it's really uncouth of you to come here" is a dig or "neg" phrase that shows I am not afraid to criticize her choices / that I speak my mind.
"You're just making it harder" establishes that I see she is naturally capable of setting up a challenge for others to overcome in her presence, yet not suggesting that I am a wussy who is afraid of her challenge.
"for all these other girls" I am recognizing that she is actually making her challenge against the other women, because I know she is looking to meet the hottest guy in the place. This shows I am aware of the elusive obvious, the language beneath words and body language. This talks way down at the deepest biological / reproductive / group think level. All women are deeply aware of this elusive obvious, yet most men fail because they are not, but as they can see, I am well aware and confident about that.
"to catch me or any of the other attractive men in the place." This declares in a cocky/funny way, that I know she came here to meet Me, but so have the other women, and that they are not having any luck with even the other guys, because she is still here.

If you use the above line, practice the delivery over and over again. Practice your tonality, your posture, your speed, your composure, and the look on your face. It is not a five word "Hey, nice shirt. Love KMart?" so you really need to spend some time in front of the mirror and memorize not just the words, but the whole delivery process.

That is basically a reverse of a classic pick-up line, which goes like this:

"This is your lucky moment. I gotta leave in a minute, because all the other guys are complaining that they are having a difficult time with the women as long as I'm here, but before I go it seemed only right that I meet you."

"This is your lucky moment." Opening with a phrase that establishes you as a person of higher-value, because you are offering them a positive opportunity.
"I gotta leave in a minute," lets her know you're not barging in to be overbearing, that you have tact and a sense of timing and that you understand when it is and is not good to interfere with her or her group's reality bubble.
"because all the other guys are complaining that they are having a difficult time with the women as long as I'm here" is a cocky/funny phrase that lets me declare that other people recognize that I am the hottest guy in the place.
"but before I go it seemed only right that I meet you." I am communicating that this is the moment of truth; for her to seize the moment and get to know me before I go.

Both of these lines have led me to great results. I urge you to practice and try your own interpretations of them. If you do, I would love to know how they did for you.

I hope that this has been useful to you. I wish you all health, freedom, happiness, and sexcess with women!

U.S.

little drummer girl...

2006-01-07T20:09:00.000-08:00

January 8, 2006 -- Earth

DATA: Tonight I had the pleasure of being hit on by a hot 25 year old drummer bad-ass babe complete with tattoos, who remembered me from a musical jam we both played in. Super hot, former model, I'll call her A.

NOTE: She's a player. Totally all over a few guys in a busy bar ... and looking for someone to be with, and trying to repel certain guys who were trying to get all over her.

OBSERVATION: Although she was engrossed inconversation with me, and I was surrounded by other women at the same time, I still probably showed a bit too much interest in A ... more than I wanted to, but, there was at least one other serious competitor in my way ... a good friend of mine and an old friend of hers, with whom she clearly enjoys physical contact. Don't blame the players, life's just not fair! So I make the most of it.

I did, however, get her number (she foisted it upon me), and she requested multiple times that I call her later. Normally I would not, but as I know she is wanton for a chaser, I will probably give her due chase, but not beyond that. If she is as attracted tomorrow as she was tonight, she will start to chase me, or I will cut her loose and keep her as a friend.

LESSON: Sometimes the great rules and observations as taught in the great methods of attracting women, must be broken. Those rulebreaks are called exceptions, and they are useful in rare cases.

I hope this report has been insightful to you, and I wish you all joy, balance and sexcess with women!

U.S.

Attraction's Power

2006-01-07T06:14:00.000-08:00

January 7, 2006 -- Earth

Last night, while out galavanting with my mates, I ended up wandering solo for a while, as I often like to do when contemplating the options du jour.

Just as I was about to venture into a favorite watering hole, I noticed a gal friend, whom I may refer to as M, about 50 meters away, walking towards me through a dense crowd of hormonally-charged teenagers and 20-somethings.

M is an attractive young woman who, months ago, approached me out of nowhere, but whom I expressed no interest in -- other than friendship -- at the time.

Last week, I saw this same woman in a bar, and she took my phone number right in front of her boyfriend. The thing is, I only offered her my number as a friend. I enjoy hanging out with attractive women, even if their boyfriends are around ... because naturally, attractive women tend to have many attractive girlfriends, as indeed this one does.

Last night, she came up to me for no reason other than to greet me pleasantly and make small talk ... without her boyfriend. Of course, the words spoken were practically insignificant to the body language she and I were speaking. Clearly, we would not have a deep physical relationship anytime soon because of her situation, but just as clearly, M has exhibited strong signs of attraction towards me, and I have hardly ever done anything consciously to draw that out of her.

LESSON: As noted Pick-Up Artist David DeAngelo wrote, "Attraction is not a choice."

I do not seduce women from their men, because there is no need, aside from the fact that I consider it unethical. However, the value of this scientific observation is high indeed. Should I ever feel the urge to draw in a woman who communicates with me on that level, I realize it is just a matter of social skill that is required to have a deeper relationship with any attractive female that is clearly attracted to me by the hard-wiring in her brain.

I hope this has been insightful to you, and I wish you all joy, balance and sexcess with women!

U.S.

Conversation Techniques & Three Primary Rules For A Relationship

2006-01-05T07:22:00.000-08:00

January 5, 2006 -- Earth

Here is some conversation technique that I often use early on, when sorting between my choice of women.

METHODOLOGY: These are tried and true with the overwhelming majority of thousands of women on every continent, by me and close friends with whom I have gone out in groups and picked up women.

TECHNIQUE: Cocky/Funny Openers

"Nice dress Did you buy that new?"

"You look like the kind of woman I could marry." If she responds "Really?" I reply with "I'd divorce you a week later and take half your money."

"Interesting jacket. Got twenty minutes for a cup of tea and some constructive criticism of your choice in clothes?"

"Great sunglasses. Do you buy all of yours at Home Depot?"

"Pardon me, did you just grab my ass?" and if she responds "No" I retort, "Damn."

If I am walking towards a closed door together with a woman I have never met before, I will say, "What, aren't you going to open the door for me?"

BRIDGE STEP: As soon as the woman is working within my frame by responding to my cocky/funny lines, I keep control of the conversation and roll right along, often into something like this next step:

TECHNIQUE: My Rules
When it comes to having a relationship with a woman that I am attracted to, there are three primary rules I maintain, that I know others have heard of and have their own versions of.

1) I require that it has to be fun (entertaining, a good time) for me.

2) It must be honest (ethical, good values, no lying)

3) I require her to respect my time, my person, and my property.

If she has a problem with any of those, then I have no interest and I cut her loose immediately.

If the woman says "I do too." I reply, "Great." And then I am already leading and she's following me, chasing me. Immediately, the attraction game is on.

THE POINT: Obviously, I am mutual about these requirements ... so that she has fun, honesty and respect of her from me. Yet I want her to demand that on her own ... because it will be a "me too" comment, which keeps me in the pole position ... which means she's after me.

TECHNIQUE: Gentle Mockery
Later, if the woman responds indecisively to any of my questions, I respond immediately with a cocky/funny line. This keeps a friendly balance of attraction tension. Underneath the ball-busting, I obviously am not doing it to be a jerk, but to be entertaining.

I never talk about normal things, or topics that could bore her. I don't watch TV or movies with women, unless there is something amazing to see (and that has not happened to me in ages), and even then, I am causing constant distractions because I could not care less than to watch something rather than interact with the women around me. When a woman is watching a drama, I'll poke fun at her dramatic flair. When she's watching an adventure, I cut on her being a couch potato watching adventures, rather than living them. When she's watching a comedy, I'll interject with my own jokes or comments to make her realize that a movie can't be as funny or entertaining as me.

I hope this report has been useful to you. I wish you all joy, balance and sexcess with women!

U.S.

The send-off

2006-01-05T04:03:00.000-08:00

January 5, 2006 -- Earth

There is an expression known to people living in tourist resorts, known as "a chick with a ticket". It's a friendly expression to describe the opportunity for a fleeting but fun encounter with a woman about to leave town.

That is exactly what I happened upon last night. Old England was calling back her subject, and I was not about to lose the opportunity to say farewell and au revoir.

DATA: Around 9 the evening, I went to visit her at her lodgings, and we made great conversation and exchanged tokens of friendship. To be more precise, she gave (and I accepted) a few small trinkets. I am not a big gift-minded person, so I simply accepted the gifts with a smile and a thank you and a few jokes about the items on hand. For instances, I accepted "for the novelty of it" some female condoms, because as the lady told me, "well you'll probably need these more than I will."

We chatted for a while and had genuine fun in our conversations, between snacks and sex.

The details of this night's romp would not glean much new data or observations, thought there are some noteworthy comments.

DATA: Knowing she would shag me goodbye, this subject shaved her pussy for our pleasure. She did mention that normally she has it waxed every month or so.

OBSERVATION: Personally, I would have enjoyed her booty regardless of that patchy detail, but she definitely enjoyed cunnilingus more as a result, and was even more playful than the previous night, when she was already pretty wild.

KEY DATA: It is quite flattering the way she complimented me. It was also interesting to learn that, although a woman may tell her close friend about the intimate details of her time with a man, often, if the man is truly well-endowed (as she repeatedly proffered), the woman will keep that a closely guarded secret, so that other available women do not seek out that man.

OBSERVATION: Looking over old files and clear unmistakable memories, I have noted that on many occasions (certainly more than 100), the women who were most impressed with my physique, did in fact keep my anatomical details to themselves. This theory tends to be accurate for women aged 25 - 40. However, this does not hold true for women of a younger age, or women of a much older age ... in other words, the outriders on the Bell Curve (or is it Belle Curves) keep their knowledge for themselves, as if they've discovered the secret formula for Coca-Cola.

OBSERVATION: The subject told me that she thought I am a good looking man, and that in fact I seem "unapproachable" the same way that beautiful women seem unapproachable. The illusion in a woman's mind is that a man who looks handsome, *must* have a girlfriend or significant other, and therefore it would be a waste of time.

OBSERVATION: The subject then went on to suggest that a man who looks good and is well-endowed, must not be told of his high value qualities by the women who want him, because it might unduly inflate his ego.

COMMENTARY: Aaaaaah ... Would that it were so!

OBSERVATION: Knowing what I know now, that is, how attractive women perceive me, it certainly has made me even more confident than I was before. I am driven to seek out not just pretty women, but specifically, the most attractive women, because I know that even if I get shot down by them, a) I always learn, b) I am succeeding to take the opportunity, and c) As they always have, a certain number will respond positively. It does mildly pad my ego, but certainly not to an undue degree.

KEY OBSERVATION: Regardless of whether a man is good looking or not, even this subject willingly admitted that a man's character, his personality, his wit and sense of humor, were at least as important, if not much more so, than his physique. This observation supports years of research and hypotheses from noted PUAs and sexologists.

We ended our time together at roughly 3 or 4 in the morning, with smiles and affections and an open-door policy... That is, as long as we're both available, we will be happy to get together whenever we're in the same city, and possibly with another woman at the same time, if the chemistry is right. Apart from that, we will remain friends.

CONCLUSION: The last night of being with a woman whom you know has a ticket to ride in the morning, usually leads to fantastic sex before the parties part ways. And if the mood and conversation remain light-hearted and fun, good honest talking will reveal much of what is in the woman's heart and mind. My research in this experiment has yielded such invaluable data, that I am eager to go back to the field and conduct more research ASAP.

I hope that this research has been useful to you, and I wish you all joy, balance, and sexcess with women!

U.S.

Shagging with the Queen's Subject

2006-01-04T03:16:00.000-08:00

January 4, 2006 -- Earth

Yesterday, Her Majesty's loyal subject, aka ASK, a visitor in this former British colony, pinged me on an IM program. She was totally coming on to me today, the day after the polite, protocol-ridden goodnight hug and kiss.

Not only that, but she told me she sent me an email. I checked it. She wrote that I am "smart and sexy" and would be happy to meet up with me again, without any pressure.

I was flattered and happy to see that my actions from the night before, did leave in her a sense of sexual tension, that I knew she might be curious to satisfy, should we meet again.

During the course of our IM chat, she was hitting on me a great deal. I responded with cocky/funny responses, and I opened up to let her know that I would be available in the evening, if she would not have the time to swing by to watch the glorious sunset from my neighborhood.

She then invited one of her best girlfriends into our chat, and we had a brief 3-way conversation, all of it polite and charming.

After a few minutes, I told her to get her butt over to my place whenever she was ready, but not to delay too long, or I would be otherwise pre-occupied, unless of course she cared to join a menage a trois.

She was at my house within the hour.

Almost immediately, the chatter veered into conversations about body language, the differences between men and women, what women really need and want, and how most men are basically clueless about reading body language.

We went for a dog walk in places she had never been before. Literally a bunch of undeveloped fields and small residential neighborhoods. After an hour or so, we got back to my place and kept on talking. All the time, I could feel the body language indicating very strongly that she wanted me to kiss her, but I resisted, letting the tension build up properly.

After all, this is an English woman. They have rules and protocols. They may want to shag or snog or bonk desperately, but they have to do it according to certain guidelines.

I waited about two hours before kissing her. When I did, she was indeed frozen, happy, confused, and surprised that a man would take that initiative... but she was certainly glad that I did.

OBSERVATION: Confidence and decisive action is a turn-on to women. As she told me, even if she had no romantic interest in me, she still would have been impressed with the way I handled it.

In this instance, I am talking about a beautiful, sexy, successful woman that most guys would fawn over. The fact is, most women seem unapproachable to guys that do not understand, let alone speak, body language. I, however, love approaching the most statuesque or stunningly beautiful women, because I know that even if I don't get her, I learn from the experience, even if it is nothing more than getting shot down. At least I am landing further along then where I got shot down, and when I get up and brush myself off, I'll move forward again, always further along my path.

EVOLUTIONARY PHASE SHIFT NOTE: The Famed Pick-Up Artist (PUA) known as ' Style ' aka Neill Strauss (author of The Game), has written about what he calls the Evolutionary Phase Shift, that is, moving between stages of contact, from eyes to touching, to kissing, and so on.

OBSERVATION: I have noticed that a lot of guys wonder when to move between the steps, leading to sex. They are not sure what a woman is signaling when they muster up the courage to try something, because they are so focused on the goal and not the details of the moment.

OBSERVATION: After the initial meeting and maybe greeting kisses on the cheeks, the path tends to be: eye flirting, touching hands, arms, shoulders, back, waist or hips, and sometimes the legs.

TECHNIQUE: At this point, the simplest technique is to either kiss the woman off-guard and follow it up with a well-rehearsed or brilliant cocky/funny line that will start to drive her emotions to a warmer place. Or, if you don't have the courage to kiss her without some form of clue that it's OK, make her laugh at this point with a smart but not arrogant joke, and then kiss her. Remember, after you have been touching her, then her laughter is a very definite signal that she likes you and you made her happy. That is the moment to go for a kiss.

OBSERVATION: Most women appreciate a nice first kiss. Really. Even if they don't want anything to do with you sexually, they won't mind the kiss, and they respect your courage for going there without begging for approval. And, if they do reject you at this stage, that's all the better. You can move on from there, knowing there are more fish in the sea. However, the most likely outcome is that she will be flattered and happy you kissed her, and therefore you will be able to move further along the steps leading to your goal.

NOTE: Specifically, I had only touched her hands a few times on this day, and once the night before, but I could feel that she squeezed my hands and held them for a brief moment longer when I let go. So I was basically sure that she did not mind my touch. Yes, one could always make an incorrect guess, but it is not practical to apply what I call the Laws of Doubt in most cases, especially while romancing a woman.

POINT: These Laws of Doubt are what author and noted PUA David DeAngelo calls "self-limiting beliefs" that men experience because they live in an unconfident Frame of mind. The best solution for overcoming an unconfident Frame of mind is to turn those doubts about yourself into HOW questions. ie: Instead of thinking "They aren't going to like me because " ... think "How can I walk away happy and confident after this interaction?" Think positive. The more you think positive, the more you will act positive, and you will receive positive responses from your dates.

THE TECHNIQUE I USED IN THIS EXPERIMENT: I made my move when we were discussing "regular guys" and a "typical, male thing to do". Just as she said that, I moved in to her personal space, and gave her a nice full kiss on the lips, and then pulled back to watch her in the state of frozen post-kiss reaction. Then I gave her my most charming grin and said, "THAT was a typical, male thing to do." knowing full-well that it is actually rare for males to exhibit that kind of sexual confidence with a woman he has only recently met. I always enjoy the first kiss for that reason.

OBSERVATION: She smiled. She enjoyed it, but we kept on having our conversation. I waited for her to tell me she liked it, a few times, before I made her laugh some more, and kissed her again.

DATA: After the third kiss, which she gave me, she was sitting on my bed with me, and the "Evolutionary Phase Shift" was in full motion. As she is a shiatsu massuese, within minutes she was sitting on top of me, rubbing my back down.

I kept the tension high. We talked about the difference between seducing women and just being open and direct and speaking clearly with our body language, and being aware of what each of really desires for ourselves and of the other. She was shocked (pleasantly) to learn that not only do I enjoy menages-a-trois, but sometimes even three women at once. She found it almost funny that we were laying on the same bed where I have shown plenty of women a great time.

Furthermore, as I had already been discussing bisexuality in women with her, I got her to admit that she had not only thought of having sex with women, but that in fact that has done it not less than three times. Two of those times it was in a threesome with one guy, and once it was just her and another woman that she was turned on to after playing topless beach volleyball with other hot women.

I was verbally dancing with her, because she had an issue: We were introduced professionally by a mutual friend, so she was wondering if she would think differently of me in the morning, were we to hook up. I had to keep it cool and remind her that I am not the mutual friend and that we could remain just friends if she wanted, without sex, but that even with sex, as there would be no attachments, we should be able to preserve the friendship as long as we want to.

KEY DATA: She revealed to me that she had never had a multiple orgasm. In all my years, I have found that so few women have experienced a multiple orgasm, that it is an opportunity for me to deliver.

KEY DATA: She then let me know that she had a big mess of hair "down there" and that if I preferred, I could shave it if ever we were to have sex. I asked what she meant by lots of hair, and she told me that she had not shaved her pussy in 3 or 4 weeks. She told me that she always preferred to have sex with a shaved pussy because of the sensation. I thought to myself (and let her know) that 3 or 4 weeks' growth was not a problem at all, but that if she preferred shaved, we could shave her. As a matter of fact, I don't mind shaved, hairy, or normal amounts of pubic hair on a woman. As long as there is attraction between the sexual partners, that is what matters most.

SIDENOTES of the conversation: She showed me a website produced by one of her ex boyfriends, whom she dated for years, and who secretly records his sexploits with women that are not his girlfriends. Apparently she had never been recorded. So she was the ex-girlfriend of a self-recording porno star. That raised the sexual tension, because clearly it meant she appreciates good hardcore sex with a confident man.

Furthermore, she suggested that I share my knowledge with my fellow male friends and men in general, who need to learn how to speak with women and satisfy them. When I told her that I do indeed render that volunteer service for mankind, I could almost hear the wind chimes in her heart clinking with happiness, as though my entry about her would be enshrined in the annals of history (and now they are, although anonymously).

By 1:45am, almost 8 hours after her arrival, she wanted to take me back to her hotel room to fuck my brains out. I graciously obliged. We carried on and had a great time, again and again, to where she was begging me to finish because she was spent after many orgasms. and I even accepted the invitation to stay the night.

I can tell you that she was not too hairy, by any means, but she was a sexual animal. She flattered my endowment and claimed it the largest and longest she had experienced (which I laughed at, because although plenty of women have said similar things, I don't have such an inflated ego as to believe it, there certainly are men with much larger equipment). I just kept on going, even with a little break in the middle to let her blood heat up a little longer before I finished.

In the morning, she made the first moves and started bonking my brains out again, before we ordered room service in the spectacular hotel room with an amazing view of the city, the countries around us (we were in a border port city), and the seascape.

We left the hotel room together, and I bid her goodbye at a clothing store, after suggesting a hot outfit which she wanted my opinion of, in a store. She asked me to contact her again before she flies back home to England's Green and Pleasant Lands.

I don't normally call women, because there is no need, but as this one is leaving the country tomorrow, I may indeed take her up on the fleeting opportunity. Yet even if I do not, she was a delicious encounter, and I thank her for sharing her body and mind with me.

I wish you all joy, balance and sexcess with women!

Sincerely,

U.S.

tasteful wasteful

2006-01-02T15:11:00.000-08:00

January 2, 2006 -- Earth

There is a good set of reasons why I tend to avoid sophisticated women, especially those from European capitols.

All their tastes lead to wastes.

And I don't just mean money.

Of course, for the sake of science, I subjected myself into this fray once more, to gather and process the key data points.

You can wine them, you can dine them, you can converse with them and play the game, follow the rules and push the edges when appropriate, you can be chivalrous and cocky/funny, you can be intellectual or base, you can be confident as a rock, and still, their repressed behavior patterns will not open up to all the charms in the world, at least not on the first encounter.

The thing is, I like the tension and suspense, but I find that it wastes more than just the money in my wallet or the seed in my loins.

It wastes my time and my attention, and it wastes a lot of pheremones that would otherwise have released a great deal of positive energy.

That was my experience tonight, taking a refined, somewhat older English woman, out and about in a few nice spots. I may refer to her as ASK.

I pulled off a great set from the opener to the cocky/funny to the conversation, and all the way through the famed "mini-dates" (we walked quite a lot to and between three or four distinct locations) and worked up a couple of steps in the "evolutionary phase shift" moving smoothly from good clear body language to friendly physical contact.

After she suggested returning to my place (to meet my dog), I suggested we go to her place instead because her accomodations were far nicer than mine, and I did not want her to be uncomfortable. Did I blow my chances of hooking up right here? Further study suggests that this is the case; that I did not pick up on the not-so-subtle request on her part, to visit my pad. (doh!) This may have been purely stupid on my part, but I did consciously decide to steer towards her place for a good number of reasons, not the last of which is, my house is not so rarely disheveled, and a European woman of refinement would not easily get comfortable in my environment. Again, that is somewhat my choice in lifestyle, and I am conscious that it has that sometimes (but rarely) counterproductive effect vis-a-vis my sexual desires.

So, we walked back to her place, where she promptly gave me three kisses on the cheeks, very formally, and bid me goodnight and au revoir. No invite up for a coffee. She just gave me a polite "it was a pleasure. goodnight and I'll call you tomorrow."

While it was a lovely encounter, it feels right now like it was a waste, overall.

Evidence from the day's field research supports the theory that one should try to keep your dates (especially the first ones) low on time and money requirements. Otherwise, one is wasting resources one would otherwise have for better fun.

A corollary to this theory is that if sex is expected at some stage of the relationship, it should be brought up during the first date, definitely. Otherwise you wait all that time until you ask, on the second or third or fourth date, by which time you've invested a great deal, and if you get shut down, you have no choice but to feel like an idiot. In the evidence of my research today, I have reason to permit another date with this person if she chases me for it, but I would not pursue her.

I hope this information has been useful to you, and I wish you good sexcess!

U.S.

random quips and funny bits

2006-01-01T15:40:00.000-08:00

So much titty -- So little time. Someone has to study and publish the science. It's a hard job and the competition is stiff. Fortunately, I come through ahead every time.

Oh the sacrifices I make for science and sex.

Men are like switches. On/Off. Instant power control. Real simple. Women are like volcanos. It takes a lot longer to get their currents flowing, but when they do, you better be prepared for some serious heat, or you'll be petrified by it.

A: So you did not get with her because you have too much shit to do?
M: I will probably fuck her later, but you know how it is. A man's work has to be priority. If i let my cock schedule my life, I wouldn't be able to live my life.

Everybody loves pussy. (especially other women).

Getting two or three women to chase you (all the way into bed, and at the same time) is far, far easier than having just one woman chase you.

Two steps forward, one step back. That's the tension dance. Learn it. Master it. Women go crazy for it. That's hardwired into their systems.

There is no such thing as unnecessary head.

Satisfy your woman, because if you don't, one day, I will. And for all you know, I already have.

The good news about chasing women, is that life isn't fair. And the reason it's good is simply because, most other guys have no clue. The fact that you do, puts you head and shoulders above those other clueless guys.

The last thing a guy sitting on a beach with five or ten gorgeous women is thinking, is "how can I help my buddies who have no clue about women, score with any of these women that all want to be withe me?" So if you want to learn this stuff, you have to look for it, and study it when is made available to you.

Question everything. Test every theory, over and over again, until you have determined the facts.

Remember that suceess with women, or as I like to call it, sexcess, is intended to be a fun, healthy part of life. It should not control your life. It should not lead you down dark and devious ways. It should not cause you to become a congenital liar. You should learn from it and enjoy life more as a result. If you're a dumb-ass and do stupid things that are inappropriate, abusive, or even criminal against people, and especially women, go and seek help immediately from doctors who are qualified to deal with you.

"There's two kinds of women in the world. The women I've fucked, and the women I ain't fucked yet." - Comedian Chris Rock

An 8pm Dog Walk in search of solitude...

2006-01-01T14:35:00.000-08:00

January 1, 2006 -- Earth

So it was a terrific start to the New Year, with lots of parties and dancing and hot chicks abounding with looks and friendliness. How I love the sexual energy that vibrates like a shining beacon out of the bodies of horny women. I can see it and smell it like anyone can see and smell coffee. When you're in tune to it, it's harder not to see it than to notice it just about everywhere.

My body was tired. There is a reason one can not celebrate like that every night. Especially people who have office jobs, let along physical labor, where mind and body are being ordered around in ways the workers would otherwise not choose to do. Makes me appreciate the fact that I can work from home, or wherever there is a good internet connection.

I needed to clear my head, having just gotten off the phone with a friend from abroad who has made it clear that while she is in town, she wants to hook up with me. Although I work at home, I need time to get work done, after all!

So I take my dog out for a walk. Specifically, I walk him towards the places where I never run into single women. Quiet, dark parking lots and gardens, where typically single women would avoid at night.

Sure enough, A tall, attractive, brown-skinned, Moroccan-Iraqi woman whom I may refer to as K, asks me for a light. I oblige. It takes a few tries and two small-talk sentences to get the lighter to light her cigarette, as she falls for my dog and I ask her where she's from and what her name is, and say, "I guess the wind (that keeps blowing out the lighter) means to keep us together a little while longer."

Her reply was to laugh, and then out of nowhere, say, "I've got some really good hash now. You wanna smoke?"

To which I replied, "Well, how about I keep you company for the time being?"

So much for a quiet walk. Oh the sacrifices I make for science.

So we went for a walk, during which time we make small talk, and I can literally feel her attraction to me, a total stranger, growing stronger. She seemed to have a sublime tremble of insecurity in her voice, but nothing too terribly dramatic. We ran an errand together, at a grocery store, ran into a couple of her friends who seems nice, and then went back to my place to pick up some coffee and (as the plan was sold to me) head back to her place and toke up.

We never left my place. She suggested we stay at my abode for the encounter. About five minutes into the conversation, she is sitting on my bed, and I am preparing something fun for her, and when I come back from my kitchen, as she is in the middle of some sentence, I put her drink down next to her, and noticing that she is reaching across my bed for some item, I wait for her to sit up, and then I lean in to her deer-in-headlights face and give her a good first kiss. not too long, not too short. no tongue, just full-on lips, until (as always happens) she opens her mouth to receive my tongue.

Note: I have kissed thousands of women that I have been attracted to. Only in the most extreme circumstances has the woman not initiated open-mouth / tongue kissing either directly or by begging for it. The thing is to be able to choose NOT to do that. Playing start / stop / start / stop / etc... with a woman, gets her sexual juices flowing much better than just starting and going for broke. More on that later. For now, back to the fresh data.

We carried on with friendly conversation, a few jokes, a bit of friendly teasing, plenty of smiles back and forth, a bit of hand holding, and another couple kissing moments, with me pulling away each time. The unexpected smooth and swift first kiss did not just get by, it turned on her system and started to heat her up from the inside. Observing that was like staring at the sun and knowing through painful obviousness that it is bright.

As luck would have it, this woman had to go to work (she works nights as a waitress in a gambling hall). "It's a shitty job but the money is really good" as she put it. In other words, her very career choice declares that she is willing to do some uncomfortable things in exchange for what she really wants or needs (in this case, money).

So she left, but not without kissing my dog goodbye, and then smooching with me at the door before I shooed her off to work, knowing she wants more and will likely come back for that on her own, and on my terms.

More science coming soon...

I hope you all had a wonderful New Year's holiday, and I wish you all success with women!

So much data must be published for the benefit of mankind

2006-01-01T13:44:00.000-08:00

The following unlicensed scientific research is true. The names of the subjects have been changed or omitted to protect the privacy of their identity.

January 1, 2006 -- Earth

I went to a trance party and various dance parties and bars last night to bring in the New Year, 2006.

I am not typically a trance-goer, but locally there was not too much else I really wanted to do that I had not done before, so there I went. There was such a good vibe at the trance. were so many hot women there... one was head and shoulders taller than the rest, and most guys were clearly just afraid to approach this statue model beauty.

Naturally, I approached her with "I'm sure everyone and their nine cousins tells you this, but you're stunningly beautiful." Then I looked at her oversized handbag and added "So what are you hiding in there? A machete?"

Earlier, I had the pleasure of dancing to some hyperfast beats with a chick who seemed very much like a bad-girl persona. Tattoos, hard body, long black hair, minimal makeup, hard energy dancing. A fun girl, visible by just her appearance and movement. With her I waited until a slow riff between songs, and then leaned in towards her and said, "You look like a cool bad-ass babe, and I like the way you dance." She said thanks and gave me her hand to kiss, which I did. So then I asked what her name is, and she said "You could probably not pronounce it." I added "try me" and she told me her name (O), and it was not at all hard for me to pronounce. My 'deft' linguistic ability impressed her and let me kiss her again. I went no further than that with her, but if I run into her again, it will pick up from a nice point. Note: she did kiss and make out more heavily with at least one other man on the same dance floor, and later I noticed her at another bar. This girl is totally a party girl / bad girl.

There were probably another dozen subjects that I approached (A, B, & T just to name a few), and exchanged info with several of them, all with similar approaches and openers.

Then on New Year's Day itself, waking up at noon, I received an email from a friend who is visiting town for the week. The main phrase of the email said "let's hook up." I hadn't even showered yet from the night before and I was already being hit on via email by a fly-in friend.

"Enough!" I thought to myself. "I must be productive today and get some work done."

I had an early evening and walked my dog, going to places that I know are quiet, so that I Would not meet anyone ... but guess what happened? ... see the next post ...