You see, there’s a really WEIRD thing that starts to happen when you start to get good in dealing with the opposite sex…

Actually, there are a couple of weird things.

Number One: Have you ever had a woman come over and have ‘fun’ with you before she was supposed to be out with someone else.

Maybe she gave you a call, you know, to see what you were doing… came over and did the dirty with you… then said she HAD to go hang out with someone else.

Did you get a weird satisfaction knowing that some other guy was going to be kissing a girl that already had her mouth on your dick earlier?

Or maybe you’re happy with the one girl that only calls you twice per week… you know… low maintanance (you’ve trained her right).

And then you get to thinking…

“Man, I’m a pretty slick dude… but I know that there are some other slick dudes as well. Has this ever happened to ME? Have I been the one that’s been kissing on a girl an hour after she’s had her mouth on someone else’s dick?

Is it ME, or is this girl just dirty?”

Perhaps it finally dawns on you that maybe this girl has the same type of harem running that you do… maybe SHE’S got 3-4 guys that she’s with on the regular… INCLUDING you.

Check out Tucker Max’s moment of reflection for a better understanding of what I’m talking about.

Number Two: You have a woman/man that you’re hooking up with… and they have a boyfriend… or they’re married.

You think you’re the man.

Hell, you know she’s knocking it out with you… and then going home and her punk husband is getting your sloppy seconds…

… or are YOU the one getting seconds.

Let me tell you… take my advice on one thing, if you don’t ever listen to anything else.

Don’t get wrapped up in married women… or women with serious boyfriends.

Here are a few reasons why:

You might get shot. Seriously, people are crazy nowadays.

You might start having some of the feelings above run through you… and they aren’t pleasant.

You might actually start to like the person, get them to break it off with their sig other… but now you’ve got a relationship starting on a basis of cheating and no trust. You KNOW she’s capable of it… and if she’s unhappy… you KNOW she’ll do it.

But most important of all, and I can be honest about this…

In all of my days of running, I’ll admit I done all of these things. Hell, if you go though the T. Max site and read through those stories… I’ve got plenty that can go head-to-head with those.

And I don’t dare make this shit up… you can ask anyone that knows me. I used to RUN, brotha.

And, then you start coming to these realizations… that MAYBE… just maybe it isn’t YOU that’s so good (and mind you… I’m not talking skanks either), but just MAYBE it’s the type of people that you are ATTRACTING TO YOU.

Not only that, but you SERIOUSLY start to lose respect for ALL women in a HUGE way.

You start to think that no one can be faithful.

You start to think that all women are whores.

Every interaction starts to become robotic… and you end up unfulfilled because the very thing you thought you wanted… ends up being your WORST nightmare come true.

Every success is just more validation that you were right all along.

And then you finally get to the point where you just don’t give a damn AT ALL any more. You start to wonder if you’re actually CAPABLE of love.

So there you go… the unruly dichotomy of becoming great with women.

Believe me… there is a light side… and a dark side.

You just have to CHOOSE which way: the path of honor and respect… or… perhaps… there’s that other path

Honestly guys, for great information on doing it the RIGHT way… and never having to worry about feeling like I felt in the past… yet winning the war against loneliness, check out Carlos Xuma’s Dating Black Book. With over 400 pages of “written smoke”, this manuscript is seriously a MUST READ for all men… from the beginner… to the seasoned vet.

And by now you KNOW that I don’t recommend much…

(Oh, I almost forgot, Carlos’ “Alpha Lifestyle: The Triple Threat” Program is coming out in the next few days… on Sunday, November 11th. You’ll want to get your hands on this… no doubt)

(Another plot by that heartless bastard… Devil Smile)

I love most guys at the bar… they make it easy for a guy like me.

That’s right… keep on spending your money on drinks and shots in order to “buy” your way into her pants…

Believe me… she KNOWS what you’re doing.

No matter how sly you think you are… she knows why you are buying her drinks.

So keep on sucking up… keep being “nice”…

… but don’t get angry when I guy like me comes along and steals away her attention from you.

I got to witness this action first hand this weekend, and I’ll be honest… I felt a little sorry for the guy.

Here’s the story:

I’m at the bar with a few female friends when I decide that I need to find a bathroom. Now, I’ve never been to this place before so I get wandering around for a minute before I just randomly walk up to a group of women to try to find out where the bathroom actually is.

One of the women has her back to me and I gently touch the back of her elbow as I whisper… “I need to ask you a question”…

She turns around… smiles… and says, “No problem… what’s up?”…

“Nice eyes,” I thought to myself.

I went closer to her ear and said, “I’ve never been here before… where in the hell are the bathrooms…”

She laughed, pointed me in the right direction, and looked like she wanted to continue the conversation…

… until a guy I know (that I hardly ever see) comes up and goes, “Hey… what are you doing with my woman…” in a scared… but trying to be joking kind of way.

I look at her and say, “Wow, you know this guy… that tells me enough (wink)…”

I pat him on the shoulder and tell him I’ll catch up later.

Later on… I go up to the bar to get a drink and who do I see…

… my friend and a few other people including “bathroom girl”.

And he’s trying his damnedest to get her to take shots… which she’s not really having.

He comes up to me and keeps saying, “Man, what do you think… she’s bad right?”

…which means that she was pretty much owning him.

Now, don’t get me wrong… she seemed pretty cool… yet also seemed to get agitated by his apparent “needy” behavior.

I stuck around for a few more minutes… talked and mingled with the friends of the “bathroom girl” as well as the girl herself.

And, I noticed one thing… she was talking to everyone… he was pretty much waiting on her to talk to HIM.

He looked like a sad puppy dog… and even seemed to get a little pissed because he was spending all of his money on a girl… that was barely even paying him attention… and she wasn’t even ASKING for drinks…

Could I have isolated “bathroom girl” away from her group… sure, I feel confident that I could have. However, after observing what was going on with the “friend”, plus the fact that I was there with another group of women… I decided against it.

(Oh, and as an aside… I only bought myself one drink on Saturday night… see the last post for “the bet”)

Anyway, this “tale” really incorporates a lot of the things that I talk about on this site and I may not keep this post up for long… namely because the person that this involves actually reads this site

We’ll for starters, let me tell you how bad the night started out…

It was my birthday week and my friend B decided that he wanted to take me to this really cool Japanese restaurant in Scottsdale…

Now granted, we were on location… a week long trip designed to get me out of town and into a different part of the United States. So, here we are, at this swanky restaurant… and we start having a little fun with the waitress.

Let me tell you… my boy B can talk and back in the day… before he got married… he was the perfect wingman. But, now that he’s married I think that he just likes to see me get into trouble (’cause there’s no way he’s cheating on his wife).

So, he gets talking to the waitress… letting her know that it’s my birthday… trying to embarrass me I’m quite sure… when she completely drops a full drink ALL down my back.

You should have seen her face… I think she thought that I was going to go ape shit on her…

But I didn’t… and remember… this was at the very BEGINNING of the night… not good.

I reassure our waitress that everything was fine… after all… being upset really wasn’t going to solve the problem of me being all wet…

Plus… I knew it would make a better story if I just let it go and kept my cool.

(Note: I always think in terms of what would make a good story… especially if the story can put me in a great light)

Anyway, we finished dinner… but unfortunately… our “waitress” friend had already made plans with a bunch of her guy friends… and we definitely didn’t want any part of that…

We walk up to the bar inside the restaurant where we grab a seat and have a couple of drinks. B gets a phone call from a couple of friends that have just flown into town for the same golf tournament that he was in… and they let him know that they were going to meet us out.

“Great,” I thought… “A sausage fest” is definitely going go over well.

Here’s why I was thinking this…

You see, most guys don’t really have the balls to go up and talk to random women. But, if one guy in the group DOES have the balls and the skills… the other guys will “leech” off of the one guy and try to muscle in on the conversation…

… and usually screw it up for everyone else.

So you can imagine my excitement when I heard that we were going to have “company”…

B’s “friends” show up and I’m completely horrified as these guys come in looking like they just fell out of the back woods in BFE. Perfect… exactly what I was afraid of.

I have to confess, I didn’t think my chances were going to be great… especially when one of the guys commented on a pair of women that had just sat down across the bar from us…

That’s when B looks over at me and says:

“Look man, I’ve been telling these guys how good you are… but I don’t think they believe me… Go talk to those ladies over there and show ‘em what’s up”

I sigh and tell him to hold on a minute…

“What are you waiting for, ” one of the guys asks sarcastically… and then about two minutes later… one of the women looks over, makes eye contact, and smiles…

“That,” I said… and l left them there confused as all get out (except B… he saw what I saw)

Of course, I really hadn’t thought about what I was going to say… I hate cheeseball lines and other “pick up” material and prefer just to make the encounter make sense.

I walk up and put my hands on the back of the shoulders of each woman (I knew that this probably wouldn’t be a problem because they had been laughing and smiling a bit) as I started…

“I wonder if you guys can help me out… you see it’s my birthday and I’m only in town for a few days and I’ve been looking for the best places to go. Since you guys look like you know what’s interesting around here… I figured you’d be the best people to ask”

Simple opener. Sincere. And most importantly… the truth.

And what came out of their mouths was absolutely hilarious… you see, they were from out of town, too…

(Now we had some common ground… nice)

Apparently, they had been here before and knew of a few places… and that’s when the fun began…

I quickly found out that one of the women was married… but the other… the one that smiled at me was definitely single. So, I had a sneaky suspicion that the “married” friend was trying to take the other one out… and possibly playing “gatekeeper”…

So, I started telling some stories… and I addressed each of them equally as I told them. I told the story about what had happened earlier in the night about the drink down my back… and how I reacted. They both were quite impressed with my reasoning and with my “mature” and controlled response.

Perfect… just what I was looking for.

This was important for two reasons… one… it allowed me to convey to the “married” friend that I was damn cool and that it was okay for her to “let” me talk to her friend… this is important.

Two was the fact that most guys don’t act with that much composure… so the fact that I DID helped to frame me with a little mystery and intrigue… a great start.

A short time later… ‘ole B came up and jumped into the conversation… effectively chatting up the married friend in a friendly manner… which made sense since he’s married too… while I isolated the other one.

I asked engaged questions… often times… even answering her questions with questions of my own…

I focused in on her… continuing to build repoire through questions and storytelling until I could tell that the party was going to have to relocate to somewhere else… mainly because B’s friends were seeing my success and started to try to muscle into the conversation.

Before I continue… let me set something straight. These two women are highly successful and have their shit together. I didn’t see a single guy talk to them the whole time before I approached them because most women in this category are extremely intimidating to most guys. I also knew that a “fake” BS approach would crash and burn (which is why I never go for them)…

Okay, back on the ranch… I knew that a change in location was necessary.

Why?

Because… most women have a skewed timeline. If you go to more than one place in a night… it’s like going on more than one date… which can build even more repoire… which can speed up other things if that’s what you’re looking for…

I personally try not to think of things like that and try to just “go with the flow”…

So, I excused myself to the bathroom… and my new friend decided she needed to go too. I obviously finished first and nonchalantly waited for her outside the women’s restroom.

When she came out… I playfully teased her about how long she took and she looked down… ran her fingers through her hair gently and shyly apologized (an indicator of interest).

When she looked back up, I put my arm around her waist and gently pulled her to me and I asked her if she wanted to try another spot… and that’s when she softly and slowly bit her lip…

… and I didn’t give her a chance to say “yes” as my lips met hers…

And that’s all the story I have…

The whole point of this story was to map out what happened and how I think when I’m out and about. If you’ll notice… there was no real pressure on me to do anything… and it showed. Was there a little bit of urgency… sure… neither one of us lived there so there was a little “now or never” type mentality…

Anyway… I have more stories to tell… and no… they aren’t crass by any means so don’t get your hopes up…

Until next time…