Yuma
Don Juan
In 2006, I dated a girl for a few months. First serious girlfriend, and long the hell before I knew anything about So Suave, PUA, or Don Juans.
We never had sex. Tried, but I was nervous and couldn't get it up. Whatever. She was also a junkie, so we broke up anyway. Been in and out of contact ever since. Few years later, we hook back up. She's going through a divorce, has a beautiful two year old little girl, been sober for a long time. I'm proud of her. She's doing well.
Anyway. She's dating an absolute AFC. Dude has to meet all of her guy friends before she can hang out alone with them, texts her nonstop, always available, etc.
But, she's convincing herself that he's the best thing she'll get and was even talking about moving in with him! Even though she's constantly complaining about the guy and how even the sex isn't worth the bullsh*t she puts up with.
We go out for drinks last night, with my wingman (who is a DJ and runs a karaoke thing as a favor for a local restaurant). We spend a couple hours drinking and talking sh*t. She and I leave to go to a billiard room and play pool for a bit -
RULE - if you've ever seen Alfie, you know how to play pool with a woman. Sh*t NEVER fails.
- and he starts texting her. I simply say "What does it want?"
And... boyfriend destroyed. I get her talking about ideal dates, her types, what she looks for in a guy... I build up the "AFC boyfriend" idea and map out what it might be like to live with him, but in an ironic way seeing as how that's "what she wants"...
an hour or two later (we stopped back by the karaoke place so I could bust out Gold Digger with my wing. it's a tradition) we go back to my apartment with a six pack, and we fvck twice.
Gave her a back massage, talked about energy flow, took her to the bedroom, dimmed the lights and it was on until about 6AM.
She left happier than I've seen her in years.
LESSON HERE - we over think boyfriend destroyers. Sometimes, a quick line is all it takes. No patterns, just a one-liner that cements an idea.
Give it some thought.
We never had sex. Tried, but I was nervous and couldn't get it up. Whatever. She was also a junkie, so we broke up anyway. Been in and out of contact ever since. Few years later, we hook back up. She's going through a divorce, has a beautiful two year old little girl, been sober for a long time. I'm proud of her. She's doing well.
Anyway. She's dating an absolute AFC. Dude has to meet all of her guy friends before she can hang out alone with them, texts her nonstop, always available, etc.
But, she's convincing herself that he's the best thing she'll get and was even talking about moving in with him! Even though she's constantly complaining about the guy and how even the sex isn't worth the bullsh*t she puts up with.
We go out for drinks last night, with my wingman (who is a DJ and runs a karaoke thing as a favor for a local restaurant). We spend a couple hours drinking and talking sh*t. She and I leave to go to a billiard room and play pool for a bit -
RULE - if you've ever seen Alfie, you know how to play pool with a woman. Sh*t NEVER fails.
- and he starts texting her. I simply say "What does it want?"
And... boyfriend destroyed. I get her talking about ideal dates, her types, what she looks for in a guy... I build up the "AFC boyfriend" idea and map out what it might be like to live with him, but in an ironic way seeing as how that's "what she wants"...
an hour or two later (we stopped back by the karaoke place so I could bust out Gold Digger with my wing. it's a tradition) we go back to my apartment with a six pack, and we fvck twice.
Gave her a back massage, talked about energy flow, took her to the bedroom, dimmed the lights and it was on until about 6AM.
She left happier than I've seen her in years.
LESSON HERE - we over think boyfriend destroyers. Sometimes, a quick line is all it takes. No patterns, just a one-liner that cements an idea.
Give it some thought.