It was after eleven at night, and I was heading home. I was tired. I had been out in London with friends since early afternoon, and I’d approached a number of girls in shops and coffee bars, taking one on an “instant date” to a cafe that had lasted an hour or more but hadn’t gone anywhere.
But it was summertime, when London is fired with a strange energy brought on by the heat that lasts well into the evening.
And then I saw her walking alone down a pedestrian street. She was about twenty years old, with long, slim legs that were more than adequately showcased by the tiny miniskirt she wore.
Now, by this point in the night, fatigue had set in, and I debated internally whether or not I would speak to her, as attractive as she was. But as I walked past, she flashed me a quick smile, a positive indicator that I simply couldn’t ignore. I said hi and we began chatting.
She was a student visiting the British capital from Paris for a couple of days. She had been to a gay club and had been disappointed. The gay friends she had gone with had pulled, but there had been no available guys for her. So she’d decided to go home.
Now she was looking for something to eat before going home to bed. I said we should go and grab a bite together.
There were no restaurants open in the vicinity, so I suggested we try south of the river Thames (coincidentally in the direction of where I live). She agreed, and so we walked to the centre of Waterloo Bridge, which offers some of the most beautiful views of London.
Here I pulled her towards me, and we kissed passionately.
“Let’s fuck first and eat later,” she said.
We walked over to the South Bank, and I hailed a cab. As we were being driven to my apartment, she said, “You’re lucky. I’m wearing brand-new Victoria’s Secret underwear that I bought today.”
As soon as we reached my place, her clothes came off, and I was able to inspect the new purchase for myself.
Now, granted, this story is an outlier. I was intimate with Anna within thirty minutes of meeting her, which is unusual (although it happens more than you think in big cities). But it illustrates the opportunities that are out there if you believe in abundance and are willing to approach.
It also shows the changes in fortune that are open to a man. Who cares about the nine girls who rejected you when you are in bed with the tenth.
Sceptics will say that Anna was easy, and that not a great deal of ‘dating skill’ was required. But the truth of the matter is that you will naturally meet girls who, for whatever reason, are up for quick sex. The trick is identifying those girls, leading, and not inadvertently sabotaging the interaction.
I was intuitively aware that Anna was potentially open to sex. My job was simply to make her feel safe and create an opportunity where she could enact her desire.
Anyone can do the same thing, but you need a degree of confidence, knowledge of female psychology, and social poise to pull it off.
Fortunately, though, pretty much anyone can acquire these.
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