A lot of this whining is projecting, blaming women for their
shortcomings, instead of focusing on your own. And fixing them.
See, if it really is
all about money, then it lets you off the hook; you're doomed, and don't need to feel guilty about not getting love.
Explain woody allen to me. take your time
*looks at wristwatch*
Or me, for that matter. I remember the first time a woman really came on to me. I was in college; a virgin. My roomate had this girlfriend who was
paying her way through college by modeling swimwear. Very nice. She basically moved in to his half of the apartment. Then one day, when he had gone
home for Christmas break, she started telling me about how all he wanted was to be serviced, and basically ignored her and she was so bored she burst
into tears while telling me this. She tried to kiss me and I pushed her away, because even though my roomate was a creep for mistreating her, I would
not take advantage of another man's relationship woes to seduce his woman.
But that experience woke me up. I realized that every human who is looking for love sizes up every person the meet, at least subconsciously.
So what you have to do is find an effective way to "retail" your assets in a way that the women you want will see what sets you apart.
For me, it was debate and philosophy classes. Letting my intellect shine. That sort of thing. I never picked up women at the beach, because I
basically look like 10 pounds of crap in a 5 pound bag. But man, I used to meet them in coffeehouses and bookstores.
Oh yeah, heres a BIG piece of advice. Find a woman who is so good-looking that she needs a man next to her so guys will leave her alone. You escort
her, and be a nonsexual friend to her. (But only one female friend like this.)
I had this in college. Women would come on to ME, because they couldn't figure out what a slob like me was doing with some woman dressed to the
9's. My friend and I would be talking and laughing in a bookstore, and then she'd go to the bathroom. The second she left, some woman from the
next aisle who'd been eavesdropping would come around and start talking about whatever we'd been debating; art, religion, (never politics), etc.
Then the new girl would scamper away when my companion returned. The interested woman would write me a note on her reciept or something.
That worked more than once, and my friend, "Julie" and I would joke about it; she'd give me a peck on the cheek, kind of hang on me and stuff,
which really brought other women out of the woodwork. Suddenly I had a lot of guy friends hanging around, too, asking when Julie was coming over.
Oh yeah. ALmost forgot. you need to treat EVERY woman, excluding blood relatives, as a chance to hone your acting skills. If you are stuck in an
elevator for an hour with some woman, use it to learn about "what women want."
Also you should READ THE ARTICLES in Cosmopolitan about every 3 months or so. Don't do it every month, 'cause that'd be gay. (not that there's
anything wrong with that.)
Here's a couple of Movies you need to watch. Because they will teach you how to survive.
Glengarry Glennross. I know, it's about the real estate business. But EVERY business is the business of selling yourself. In your case, to women.
And remember the greatest line of Al Pacino's acting career:
A-B-C. You know what that means? Remember it. A-B-C. It stands for "Always Be Closing."
That's you. Closing the sale. With some hottie you just met five minutes ago. See?
To learn more, I'd take a look at the film "The Tao of Steve," which is actually based on my life the year after I graduated from college.