I see a lot of guys posting in this topic and saying that pook here is wrong and that you need to be perfect. Well, pook, you're absolutely right.
And sense I love telling storys, here's a story:
About a month or two ago, I noticed that my success with women was slowly decreasing. Holy ****! To the analysis board! I say to myself. It didn't take me long to realize why.
I had a routine. Same approach everytime. I would go to the weightroom and sit at a certain machine. I would turn to the woman next to me and say "How do you use this? I've never used this machine before". Truth is, I used the same machine 100 times over and over again. She was only the 100th person to show me how to use it. Anyway, she sits back down in the machine next to me. Talks to me about herself, her boyfriend, I say some stupid comment to make myself look like im 20 times better than her boyfriend, blah blah blah. phone number.
My perfect approach just got so boring. It just felt like routine. It felt like something I had to do to get her into bed. And then it just stopped working.
When I first started, it was fun. But then, it was just the same thing. Over and over. And it just wasn't working anymore. Women started picking up on it. It was just my little game to get them to sleep with me. Women picked up on my boredom. My fake smile. My almost scripted conversations with them.
Then one day, I got to the point where I didn't want to do it anymore. Right in the conversation with the woman. She starts talking about her boyfriend. I listen. She asks me what I think about it and I just can't take it anymore. I say to her, "this is the part where I put down your boyfriend, tell you how a real man would treat you, imply that I'm the one you really want, tell you that I have to go, and get your phone number. I'm pretty sure asking for a phone number right now would sound stupid so here's mine." She laughs and says, "you do this often?". I smile and I say, "everyday". She smiles at me and says, "that's kind of cute". I'm thinking, "What the hell? I just admitted that I was going to play you". I don't really say anything at this point. I'm amazed that she didn't slap me or something. I just smile at her and shrug.
She calls me the next day and tells me that she broke up with her boyfriend. I ask her why and she says "I found better". She comes over later on that night, we talk for awhile, and she wakes up next to me naked the next morning.
The first thing she says that morning, "I guess this is the point where you tell me never to call you again?". I say, "something like that". She says, "this is where I call you an ******* and leave". She leaves.
I go to the gym the next morning. Still a little bit confused. And I sit at my normal machine waiting for the next woman to sit next to me. Planning on doing my daily routine.
She sits next to me. She says, "I couldn't stop thinking about you after I left". I smile and I say, "that happens a lot". I try to get rid of her. I look around for other women. She says, "I couldn't stop thinking about how honest you were". I say, "it was just one night. A break from your lousy boyfriend. He needs you". She lowers her head and says, "that's the problem". She says, "I really want to see you again". She says, "I never gave you my phone number". She writes it on my hand and leaves.
I never called her. I only wanted sex. She wanted something more. What she wanted, I'd be terrible at. I'd cheat on her all the time. I don't trust women. But she called me all the time. I'd talk to her for 5 min. and then make up an excuse to leave. The more I did she'd just keep getting more crazy over me.
My point is, I took a chance. When everything stopped working, I broke out of my normal/perfect routine. My perfect way of doing things. I did something completely different and it worked out completely better than I imagined.
Perfect got boring. So, I try something new all the time now. Even while I'm at the weightroom. Not just for them but for me. I take a chance and sometimes I'll even do something an AFC will do to see if I can make it work for me.
And I don't care if I make a mistake. Because the one time that I was willing to make a mistake, the one time that it SHOULD have been a mistake (come on! I told her straight out I was going to play her), it worked even better than my perfect way.
