| What do you do the day after you fuck a hot chick? . . . that's right, you become a gossipy bitch and send all your friends photos, numbers, details, etc . . . Hell, even while you're fucking, you're thinking, "Holy shit! Billy Joe and Johnny Jimbo ain't believin' this shit! Dur, hurh, hurh. . ." - and you're a man.
What do you think women do the day after they fuck a plastic surgeon, a C celebrity or a local business exec? . . . Or in high school terms, the football team captain. . . ? Multiply what you do by 10. . . but only to their most "trusted friends". - Still gets out, right? Women are far more socially aware than men. Ask a chick what her friends wore that day. Ask her who likes who but who might like somebody else, etc . . . they're busy little bees trying to figure out an acceptable social outcome out of imaginations . . .
(By the way, I realize that you're probably a young man and probably never fucked a hot chick. . . just imagine what you'd do if you did)
For her to sit you down next to her, there is a need you provide. Is it humor? Money? Probably not. I'm guessing "attraction" and her desires to release her emotions. . . but like you, she doesn't know how to express it to you . . . and she does not know how to express it her "trusted friends". You need to carve an "easy path" for her to express her attraction to you in a way that you mutually enjoy. By this, I mean you need to figure out how to go from where you are now to her lips wrapped around your cock.
Think about what a girl would tell her friends the day after she FUCKS. . . "I fucked a nerd"? . . . "I fucked this kinda wussy guy who was stalking me for a week."? Unless her identity with her friends = slut and she gets off on it, she wants to make the ordeal sound like some freaking hollywood chick movie. And this isn't roses 100 days in a row or some other plastic shit. This is, "Oh I can't believe it. . . I thought we were just friends. We just had such an awesome time, one thing led to another. It's as if he knew my soul, etc . . "
LOL. . .
Here's another, "No, he wasn't thinking sex at all!! We just connected! We talked all night, he made me tea!" or even:
"He just grabbed me! I thought he thought of me as a friend. . . Oh my God. . . "
Either way, you need to be able to create this story for her. . . sitting down next to her because she sits you down. Letting her step on your shoes. . . then grabbing her hand doesn't really make a fun "gossip story" does it? Dig deep man. . .
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