From the archives at Maniac High's Seduction Website http://www.pickupguide.com Laying down the law with difficult chicks, gets you the lay! From: identity_xNewsgroups: alt.seduction.fast Subject: laying down the law... Date: Fri, 17 Dec 1999 15:38:08 GMT Organization: Deja.com - Before you buy. Lines: 80 Message-ID: <83dlcv$s5b$1@nnrp1.deja.com> You know, it amazes me how much of an asswipe I have to be to get anywhere with women. I don't feel bad about it, but sometimes the idea of having to treat a woman like shit to bag her is such a turn off. Oh well... Here's a story about laying down the law. There's this girl I know. One of those real frigid/uptight/scholastic types. Oh, BTW, whoever was saying that these chicks are real sluts in the bedroom is damn right. I call her up and say "let's go to dinner." she says "where?" I suggest a few places. As with most chicks, she doesn't know where she wants to eat, what time to leave, or anything else. I'll ask once to give her a chance for to say her piece. But the minute I get "I don't know" than I step up to the plate. I don't have time for that bullshit. Anyway, I set the time, place and all that. We go out and eat. We talk for quite some time. During this time, I completely fuck up her relationship with her borefriend, and make her laugh all at the same time. This was partly achieved with a stew of "boyfriend destroyer" stuff that I've read on here. I was also just making up patterns left and right. I still don't know how to make a real pattern...I just think about what I'm saying. When it's right, you just know it. In this case, talking about the sky was my key. "clouds *coming together* to create a unity that's only limited by your imagination. Clouds are so soft...it seems close enough to reach out and hold if you just try..." blah blah blah. I don't know where I come up with this shit. It just starts flying out of my mouth and then they go doggy-dinner-bowl. One of my tricks is to totally remove her from anything real. That way you aren't restrained at all. Clouds, music videos of the mind, dreams...all that stuff is where I'm best at patterns. In fact, the more sexual and crazy it is, the better it works. Anyway... We decide to go...and both pay our own way. I drive back to her place. I tell her I'm coming up...and she gives me this funny look that's like "well, I didn't ask you, but it's intriguing that you made the assumption, so please come fuck me." We go up to her apartment. I try to kiss her and she pulls this "I've got a boyfriend" shit. I just looked at her like she was an idiot. She apologies, so I proceed. We kiss. She trys to stop me again from doing anything else. I don't have time for THAT bullshit either, so out the door I go. I get back to my place, pick up the phone...and go back out. I hang out for a while, then return to my place. Sure enough, there's the light blinking away on my machine. "Identity X, I'm sorry about everything. Blah blah blah..." I pick up the phone and call her. She starts trying to apologize. I say "Look. Don't apologize. I don't want to hear apologizes. You want to be over here, and I want you to be over here. You know it, and I know it. So spare me the words, and do something about it. Don't talk to me again until you're at my front door. Bye." And who do you think shows up at my door 30 minutes later? We get to it right off the bat. This girl must've not been laid in YEARS or something, cause she's acting like a psycho. It was like trying to fuck an out of control wind up toy. Plus, she was into being my personal slut. Still is, for that matter. She's about an 8 in my book. The next morning, I made her breakfast and we went for a walk. That might be a bit AFCish, I don't know. But my policy is to treat women right until they start bullshit (95% of the time). That way they know that they can't get away with anything, but stand to gain everything. I've yet to be dumped,LJBF'ed, or anything from doing this. Point is, you've gotta institute the ZERO-TOLERANCE policy for BULLSHIT. This, of course, is old news. But I just thought I'd share this story as a reminder. WOMEN ARE TESTING YOU EVERY GODDAMNED STEP OF THE WAY TO THE BEDROOM. Don't put up with ANY bullshit. That's how you pass 90% of these tests. And, try to sarge a real intellectual frigd type. They turn RED FUCKING HOT in the sack. Sweet Jesus... Later! -IX