I've been dating on 'The Pro Tour' for the last decade or so:
That is to say, overwhelmingly my playmates are 'professionally beautiful' and as such, they are not seeking validation or affirmation from anyone because of their looks.

Therefore, the Mystery Method (and its spin-offs/variations) tend to have no application in this arena. Those methods are for attracting women who are low-self-esteem attention seekers, the kind of girls who PRESENT themselves as models, (maybe even have a modeling portfolio card, and have modeled a couple of times!) but in actuality they are dental hygienists, salon receptionists,

I've been using this simple method for bring home exotic dancers, models, actresses, pornstars and other similar girls for nearly twenty years, across cultures, languages, and continents.

I remember explicitly the first dancer I took home from a club.

I was 20 years old. The club was called The House of Lancaster, a long-standing peeler-joint in my hometown, Toronto, Ontario, Canada.

Her name was Irina, she was originally from Odessa, was also 20 years old, and she was stunning. Breathtaking, really...

This was in the late '80s, and 'lap dances' were unheard of in my hometown where instead we had 'Table Dances' which involved the girls' carrying around little foot-stool sizes "tables" from customer to customer, upon which they did their entirely non-contact shows.

She was having a slow night, the club wasn't busy at all, and I was sincerely interested in learning about her, since she was beautiful, exotic, had moved to Canada on her own from Russia, and clearly had the lights on behind her ocean blue eyes...

She wandered off a half-dozen times over the course of the evening to attempt to get dances, to do a stage-show, or hit the ladies' room, but kept returning to talk with me. I had just received my Massage Therapy certificate, and was lovingly bestowing a fabulous massage on her yummy back an shoulders while she was telling me her story - but the massage wasn't the kicker: She was loving the opportunity to share her experiences with an interested audience.

By this point I had already learned that the SECRET to becoming more-and-more attractive to women was to be a good listener, honestly interested in what they have to say - and that remains true now, and will forever, no doubt...

It was a Sunday, and in those days bars in Ontario legally had to stop serving at 11pm on Sundays, so by the time her shift was over, we were both still wide awake and enjoying each-other's company, so I invited her to come home with me. She declined, explaining that she needed to walk her dog or he'd freak-out and destroy her apartment.

I volunteered to drive her home, and offered to keep her company while she walked her dog (a HUGE King Doberman, named something Russian I can't recall) and she was delighted with that idea.

Her dog liked me, which was very important to her, and we spend the night having playful sex and a little sleep at her place, and I walked the Doberman on my own in the morning , to give her extra time to get herself ready for school. (She was dancing to support herself and cover her tuition at one of Toronto's community colleges, where she was in business school.)

We hooked up at least once a week for the next few months, although I would have LOVED for it to be more frequently, but she had work and school and homework every night, and I had my own work and school to deal with too.

By the summer, I had taken a gig in Manhattan, which cut down our visits to less than once a month (her Canadian students' Visa wouldn't let her into the States) and remember, this is pre-cellphones, pre-discount long distance calling, and pre-email...

SO I did what any normal, healthy, red-blooded male would do in my position... I went midtown to The Metropole, and picked up a new stripper girlfriend there! (Her stage-name was Trixie, I don't remember her real name...)
Basically I did the exact same thing I had done in Toronto - chatted and flirted an learned about the girls, their interests, their history, their dreams, and I REALLY LISTENED, becoming engrossed in their stories... And then I'd get invited out after closing the club, to head over to late-night food with the dancers - and then home with one or another of them!

So this has been a recurring theme throughout my life, and when I'm in a new town, where I expect to be only briefly, I'll hit the local peeler bars, looking to meet new hotties who're DESPERATE to meet a good guy who's interested in what they have to say, not just how they look - and offers them NON-JUDGMENTAL ACCEPTANCE.

Here endeth the lesson

Johnny Soporno
Whirled Traveler[/QUOTE]

WOW. That's way better than trying to impress them with all the crap I've done. They've no doubt talked to many wealthier and more worldly people, so even though I've had an interesting life, I never expected to be able to impress and amaze them. Knowing that just listening to them is really the key makes it a whole lot easier, because I really am interested in learning about the lives of those types of girls.

Thanks Johnny!

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~ Rye

Here's a few snapshots to give some comfort to you guys that I'm not making this shit up

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1) Violet & Angie with me at a club in Hollywood
2) Violet & Eva outside my place in Toronto

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3) Eva and Mystique with me at a club in Toronto
4) Mystique and me at her place in Toronto

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5) Eva modeling
6) Mystique modeling

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7) Violet modeling
8 ) Angie modeling


Johnny Soporno
Worthy Playboy

P.S. For more of my photoalbums, (NOT SAFE FOR WORK/SCHOOL!) click below:
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I have cross-posted the OP into viewtopic.php?p=171419#171419

Johnny Soporno

I like this thread. Is it really that simple? I'm a great listener, which usually results with me landing in the "friend" category rather than the "lay" category with most women. The thing I haven't done is offered a girl a ride home...that's a good idea, I'll try it next time I'm at the strip club.

So, far I've gotten one cute married/swinger stripper named Sidney who is interested in being my playmate (although I'm not quite sure yet whether she expects it to be for fun, or she's expecting some sort of pay out of it...she won't be getting paid for it). She's cute but has some issues (epilepsy being one of them). She's a little strange, IMHO.

There's another cute and smart girl named Amanda who's getting a graduate degree and using the strip club as her way to finance her education. She has a boyfriend and has resisted any invitation to meet up outside of the club (although she did give me her email address...I'm actually going to coach her a bit on how to walk more seductively and present herself more confidently...she gives a great lap dance, but you wouldn't think so when you see her walking around or walking to you.) She actually gives a really creative lap dance...she "took advantage" of me by rubbing one out for herself using me as her toy. She's cute and hot, but I kinda like her better as a friend I think. She does like me because she keeps coming back to talk to me between pursuing other dances. But, I can tell she's also trying to be faithful to her BF, AND keep her real life and the club seperate (a good idea).

The one I'd really like to get hold of is an ex-ballet dancer named Ava. She has a pretty face, long bleached blond hair, and a killer slender but muscular body...oh my my. She's seen me at the club three times, given me a few lap dances, at first resisted any invite for contact outside the club (given reason, safety), but last night tentatively agreed to get together outside the club. Her body language suggests that she thinks I'm as hot as I think she is. And last night she opened up a little and talked more than she has before, so that sounds like a good sign. She couldn't give me her phone number (apparently some really strict rule at the club), but she said I could give her mine (and I gave it to her verbally, but didn't have anything to write with at the moment! However, this is where I can leverage my little friend above Amanda...I've asked her over chat to give Ava my cel#. ) Anyway, I've commented on her muscular stomach a couple of times, and she always says "you make me feel good". That sounds like a good sign right? I assume she has a car and drives, but next time I'll ask if she needs a ride home, or would like to go get some breakfast.

Anyway, this thread is very encouraging! Essentially, it's saying "be yourself" to me, which is very easy for me to do. I think I need to be a little more aggressive about asking them to get together outside the club.

And something I'm not sure about here...I actually *feel* more confident trying to pick up a stripper than I do trying to pick up a drunk girl in a bar. Why is that? Maybe I should just view all drunk girls in bars as strippers?

Gruuve

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A few years ago a good friend of mine took me to a local club for my 40th birthday. I wanted to escape the potential "Over-The-Hill" parties, and he just wanted me to have a good time. It was a Thursday night, but it was a fairly busy place.

It didn't take long for us to become the center of attention though, and I was unsure at first why that was. The girls came and went, and we had both had a private dance. I paid for his he paid for mine. A few came just to chat, so there was always a couple there to keep us company. While talking to them I learned quite a few things that I didn't understand until recently when I got involved in the community. Neither of us pursued any of the girls though, but we did achieve our objective for the evening which was to have fun.

When I look back on that night I remember all the young guys who showed up with little to no money, because they were trying to pickup the dancers, and thought they didn't need money they were told they shouldn't spend. It also explains why on a weekday night there were so many guys since it's only a short drive to the strip club, but the nearest dance club was another 30-40 minutes away. That situation hasn't changed so it would probably be the same way now.

I have dated a few dancers since then, most of whom I met as a result of meeting one in a local grocery store. They're great fun, and I understand the attraction as they are invariably beautiful, or they wouldn't last long in their profession. I still can't get past the feeling that most men in the community are simply sarging dancers to further their need for validation, or simply to test their skills as a PUA. I don't see this as leading to a beneficial mindset.

I have always been interested in people, and I got into this to further my social skills. I guess getting laid more often is to be considered a benefit, but I hope I never feel the need to "game" every woman I consider pretty simply because she's near me. I guess I still feel like everyone read the book "The Game," but decided to put it down when they got halfway through. They only saw the benefits and not the possible negatives of it all.

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Devil's Advocate

"You're only as young as the women you feel."
"I am the Master of my unspoken words, and the Slave to those words that should have remained unsaid."