mASF post by "finalD"
posted on: mASF forum: Playettes Discussion, March 3, 2004Stitch9 wrote at Sat, 06 Mar 2004 05:16:00 GMT in
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> Ramp up the kino slowly. Sexual state project, in other
> words some variation of GWM. You've got to let the guy know
> you're not playing him and you're not going to go psycho
> bitch stalker that calls every fifteen minutes to say "I
> love you, do you love me?" if he lays you.
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I agree with this.
Also, don't think that anything that a fashion magazine tells
you is sexy, actually IS sexy. They hit it right about once
every 12 or 20 comments; the rest are simply, what WOMEN want
men to think is sexy.
Oh, by the way, SEXY is what matters. Coming on as sweet, kind,
decent to small hurt animals, capable of ironing his shirts
efficiently, interested in making lasagna, well-organized, just
like his mother ... these are all for the past millennium. If
you don't seem (to the right degree, eventually) like a
wonderful FUCK-PARTNER, then you aren't interesting to me. If
you are ALSO psycho (as in, "I love you, do you love me?" above)
then, I'll want to fuck you and dump you. Most AFCs will not
even want to fuck you -- they instinctively run from psychos, as
does everyone.
Here's a story of a woman with good technique.
There is this blonde who waitresses at a place I like to have
late lunch. I find her visually very attractive. I'm in a small
city, where nearly everyone goes to lunch on the dot of 12 noon
to be seen, and her restaurant is one of the (few) "be seen at"
places. She works the room well, is competent at her
waitressing. She seems to have taken a liking to me. I drop in
at 3 pm for soup and a salad, read my book quietly, noteworthy
in that I'm alone and grumpy. She stops by, and I think her
approach is really quite good.
1. She doesn't interrupt my reading. (Duh! But you'd be amazed
how many people think it will ingratiate themselves to someone,
by interrupting a good novel with, "Whatcha readin! Hello! Hiya!
How are ya! Nose in a book hunh! I love to read!")
2. When we happen to acknowledge each other across the room, she
patters on with her business, cleaning a table or taking an
order, but she continues to smile, and smiles more brightly,
sort of "deliberately" showing me that she "feels better"
because I've smiled at her and made her day. This works wonders
on me. It makes me feel like I'm the king of her world, somehow,
like I'm capable of making her feel great and therefore, I can
push her states. (Theoretically speaking, this may be the root
of all successful female tactics -- the capacity to convey to
the male, that he is capable of moving her to ecstasy. That is a
deep subject.) If she could blush on command -- she has tan
rather than pink skin, so I don't think she could -- she would
be doing that. Oooeee I love that.
3. She has, over the last three weeks or so, moved in slowly. If
we were in a dance club together, we would also go about the
same degree of approach at the same rate, but since there
wouldn't be six or ten days between episodes, the progress would
be much quicker in real time, although at the same rate episode
by episode. The first time she waited my table, we discussed
what food was good, and I (like a good little mASFer) got her to
talk about how it feels to eat such and such, what experiences
made her like so and so, where in her special secret place this
dish or that appetizer hits her, who they remind her of. (She
thought I was nuts, probably, but lookie, it's attracted her to
me. I ain't complaining.) Then we talked about what she was
doing with her life. Then we talked about WHY she liked doing
that, and how it made her feel. We moved on to schooling,
travel, different locations, she's been to Brazil (always a good
sign). The progress was sensible, humane, common-sensical. I
don't know whether her clit is pierced, or how many boyfriends
she's had, or whether she believes in sex before marriage, or
whether her sister the nun got arrested for prostitution.
Private matters remained private, but FEELINGS were
communicated. First facts, then experiences, then feelings.
Simple obvious natural normal human conversation.
4. She tells me good stories about things she really likes. She
went to North Carolina for High School, a famous old boarding
school. Her eyes light up as she tells the tales, she gets
wistful, she mentions an old flame she should call and giggles.
I love hearing it. They aren't self-indulgent stories about how
great a life she's had, they are SHARING positive emotions.
(Again, theories abound and I think this is a central one, but
again a longer discussion.)
5. She looks hot. Period. End of story. I rate her a 9 or 10. I
am letting her reel herself in, and since I have several other
women on the "back burner" I don't consider myself to be going
too slowly with this particular target. If she looked like an 8,
she'd have to be moving faster. A 7 would be disregarded by me,
whatever her technique.
This girl has seriously impressed me with her intelligence, good
humor, common sense -- I don't think she's a "I love you do you
love me?" type at all. Her ass is tight. She has clean white
teeth and naturally blonde hair and a very very fit body -- she
lifts weights, like seriously, some of her taller female friends
are competitive body-builders, so she knows fitness (a GUY
thing: learn sports! learn cigars! learn car racing! learn beer!
learn Playboy, Hefner, the difference between Hustler and Big
Mamms and Gallery and Wanker International! why not? I learned
social skills, and writing poetry, and how to sustain an
erection without ejaculating for six hours at a stretch, and
it's made me a better person; you can offer the complementary
service).
She is woefully under-educated, getting a nursing certificate
from a small unknown last-chance-U type of Baptist College. This
concerns me, for it prevents me from even COMMUNICATING with her
sometimes. If she is a brain-digger (woman who views plain IQ
points as sexy regardless of context or social skills; I find a
few every now and then) then the lay will be a no-brainer for me
(heehee, little pun there) but I suspect she's more socially
alert and aware than that, so the difference in our respective
fields, and respective education levels (I have post-graduate
degrees and have been involved in college-level academia in the
humanities) may prevent me from figuring out how to make the
close. (Heh, two three years ago, I would have said, "may
prevent me from wanting to get together with her." I've gotten
over that AFC hump, the idea that just cuz she's not the ideal
GIRLFRIEND doesn't mean she's not the ideal FUCK PARTNER.)
See what's going on in my mind? I'm thinking, how neato she is,
because she isn't imbalanced, isn't psycho, isn't trying to work
me for a tip -- she'll come by and chat even if I have, or my
group has paid a different wait staff, for example -- and seems
to have a happy, well directed life, all wrapped up in a HOT
LITTLE BODY.
I cannot impress upon you further, that if this girl were doing
all these things and yet looked less attractive to me, I would
not care. Really. At all.
Ratio of looks to viability in pick-up chart:
female looks, 1 to 10 (left column) versus viability as picker-
upper target %(right column)
10 90% (ninety)
9 100% (one hundred)
8 80%
7 zero%
6 ZERO%
etc.
If you cannot rightly say, you are within your target male's
desirability range -- 8,9,10 -- then that is your only problem.
Period. No matter how you interact with him, especially if he's
a particularly desirable him who has some experience with
females, you will not be able to change his opinion of your
appearance. Period. Appearance is a fact, not a social dynamic.
Many guys have different preferences, so I'm not going to go
into specifics, except to say that generally there's a type of
"hot" that is male-directed and then there's a type of
"fashionable" that is female-directed, and that women tend to
confuse the two. If the fashion magazine says that a certain
"look" is in, and it involves boxy outfits and wearing black
cheek rouge, that "look" isn't going to convince many men. Learn
to distinguish. The "fashions" in Playboy and GQ and Esquire and
Hustler haven't changed in fifty years -- naked or scantily clad
or just draped with a sheet, and what is revealed is FIRM and
TIGHT and FIT and FEMININE. If you have a fat part, hide it,
don't wrap it in something tight. If you have a part that looks
old, or out of shape, or unkempt, CHANGE it. Period. Go to a
strip club and watch the types of guys you like, and see what
types of girls they go get private dances with. Then, make sure
you notice the level of body fat on the strippers. Ignore their
faces, just guess whether they're 15% or 25%, and get to that
level.
OK, I'm off my soap box.
--
The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in
higher esteem those who think alike than those who think
differently.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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