So, today’s seduction report is going to be guided by the intention of showing you, that you need not do “game” to “win” a girl.
It IS to show you, how being your true, authentic, present, relaxed, and comfortable self, is intoxicating and overwhelming to the women you encounter. It is the most powerful way of being in a room full of needy desperate scavengers.
The quietest person in the room, is the strongest person in the room!
Let’s begin:
I was smack bang in the middle of a coaching residential with an awesome student by the name of Shawn. He was attending a 5 day, 1-on-1 live training program specifically designed for him, and as always it was a long day, with many break-throughs and lessons. I was drained!
At about 6pm, we made our way back to the hostel we were staying at.
I love having student stay in hostels as there is usually a copious amount of open and friendly travelling girls who are great for them, to practice social, and charming skills.
Today, was no different.
As we entered the main communal area, we could hear lots of new female voices emerging from one of the dorms close by.
About 10 minutes later, me and Shawn were sprawled out along the huge comfortable coach speaking of the days progress and epiphanies, when all of a sudden, in walked 4 French girls, one of whom looked like a fucking goddess. My chest engorged with that wonderful butterfly feeling, and so it was…I was in love.
Shawn immediately jumped up to his feet, adjusting his jackets and general body language.
This is the first tell tale sign that a man is not comfortable in living life on his own terms. he adjusted himself for the girls, to appear more attractive. This comes from the weak assumption that he is not already deserving of beauty.
They walk through to the kitchen and briefly greet us both with a smile.
I am still sprawled out like a sloth on the couch, unmoving. This is coming from the mindset that I am already an amazing, unique, and sexy man, who is deserving of any beauty. Just like YOU, and every other man out there. We are all born amazing! You changing yourself for ANYONE, just to impress them…is a form of huge disrespect to yourself, on a deep unconscious level.
So with that being understood…I peered up at Shawn who looked like he had just taken 15 lines of Columbia’s finest, reached out and tugged his jacket saying “down boy, breathe, stop going outside of yourself to be unattractive, be your attractive self. The tired guy on the couch. Be that guy”
Unfortunately, this was only day 2, with serious work still needing to be done on his internal issues, so my words of grace, fell by the wayside, to an overly excited player.
He sat at the huge meal table, clicking himself into the most “manly” type of body language he could think of, and waited. Waited for the feminine tidal wave to join him.
His wishes were granted when the first 3 girls came out and formally introduced themselves to us, sitting down to the table.
He stood up with the world’s largest grin splashed across his face, nodding like a donkey, and shook all their hands.
I stayed in the exact same position I was glued to for the past 15 minutes. I shot them a wave and a light open smile, asking them if they wanted to buy some crystal meth off my pet monkey. They laughed, looked shocked, then laughed to release some of the “Is this guy crazy or is he just fucking with us” tension.
A few seconds later…she emerged. My goddess.
Long rich brunette hair combined with a pale yet soft glow to her nourished skin, which so teasingly wrapped around the contours of her body. She stepped with an effortless toss of her hypnotizing hips, which lay just above an ass firm enough to bounce a euro coin off. 1…2…1….2 repeated in my head as she moved.
It’s like time stood still, while I quickly checked in with my penis, asking him “yo, Mufasa, you SEEEING THIS?”
He nodded back. He did!
She glanced my way, locking eyes, brown on blue, and I felt the gushing of my masculine energy roll through my limbs, attempting to disperse the overwhelming need to walk over, grab her, and kiss her.
I sat in it.
She smiled, ushering a slightly shy “hello” movement from her French lips.
I said nothing. Holding eye contact, I simply smirked, then brought my attention back to the TV.
I have a rule whilst teaching my students. During coaching, I am NOT allowed to talk to, charm, seduce, kiss, or sleep with women. This is because if I was to be hooking up with loads of girls and he is not, it is incredibly unfair and in no way beneficial just to see a guy be great with women. He is there for me to be focused and monitored on him at all times.
For this reason, I controlled my urges, and let him at it.
He continued to engage in deep conversation for about 1 hour.
After about 15 minutes, I felt as though I was being too anti-social, so in order to support him, I sat at the table opposite their full one, only about 3 -4 feet away.
Of course, being the ever aware individual, I positioned myself on the same side as my goddess.
Next thing…the night posse arrive, and the communal area was jam-packed full of about 30 people. Mostly guys, from America, Italy, Germany, and other spots in South America.
We all started to have a few drinks, getting to know one another.
What immediately happens? What always happens…
The vultures arrive.
The game players. The jocks. The cool kids. The skaters. The artists. All contrastingly different in personalities, but all share the exact same underlying deficiency…they are desperately coming from a needy and desperate place trying to win the girl by doing “stuff” outside of themselves.
My goddess, as I expected, was swamped by about 15 guys who all joined the table.
I have always been greatly interested in human interaction, and how people socialize. This instance was textbook!
It immediately became a battle. Each guy was pulling out his most awesome stories, and the funniest jokes in a desperate attempt to fill their cracked sense of self comfort, with the goddesses approval.
When a joke landed and she smiled, I could see the pattern in the guy’s head; “awesome, I have got more points than Ethan now, I am closer to the vagina”.
After about an hour, I could see the effect the interactions were having on her. She was tiring, like a wounded gazelle, running from Lions in the Serengeti.
Why was she getting tired? Because these poor women in general must put up with men speaking about THEMSELVES for extended periods of time, delivering their best material, in a hope they will convince her to fuck by some type of miraculous miracle.
I must state that the whole time, I did not speak one word. I simply sat there, completely unwilling to compete with anyone in a game where you are guaranteed to lose. It’s the rat-race, and it’s a mediocre place of existence.
I would catch her glance every now and then, and project my heavy sexual intent, accompanied by a knowing smirk as to say “I can see you don’t want to be here right now”.
Another hour passed of this nonsense, until I looked at my watch….I WAS OFFICIALLY OFF THE COACHING CLOCK!!! I was free to do exactly what I had wanted to. Save her!
I stood up, calmly walked over into the middle of the group, interrupting some Swedish guy talking about dolphins, looked her in the eye, extended my hand, and said “wanna come beat up some midgets?” with a very slight smirk.
She lit up, giggles, and responded with “please, that sounds great”.
In the moment of her taking my hand and getting up from the seat, you could of heard a pin drop. The only sound, was the devastated man-herd collapsing.
As I walked her out of the room, one of the lions launched one last form of desperate attack, in the hopes of making me look bad(only reflecting on his deep insecurrities): “I really wouldn’t trust that hairy Irish guy in a vest”…I looked at her and confirmed it “He’s right, you’re in trouble now”, and I swooped her out.
We went and sat outside. In the silence. I remained quiet, just looking at her with an overwhelming amount of desire, but remaining chill as always.
She broke the comfortable silence with “mmm thank you, it’s great to get outside”, which rolled off her tongue in that sultry French accent.
I pulled out a cigarette and lit it, extending the packet offering her one.
“It must be…quite tiring…to be hit on so badly everywhere you go?” I said.
She laughed and gave the standard answer of “no, me? Not at all”
“Cut the shit, seriously, talk to me like a human being. I could see you were getting agitated. Being physically attractive can have its down sides?” I said.
The smiled went from her face and she took a deep breath, gave me a GENUINE open smile, and relaxed, moving her chair closer to me.
“I don’t mind it, but I am a friendly person, so I don’t want to be mean you know?”
“what do you want?” I asked quietly while looking into her eyes.
She blushed and responded with “So, is this you not hitting on me?”
“I will leave you be the judge of that.” I said.
She started to ask me about myself, and I about her, as 2 strangers do. I was endlessly curious about her background, like she was curious about my mindsets and beliefs in life. This was becoming a very mutual seduction.