Friday, March 12, 2010

John Travolta is pretty ugly.

                                              
Hello my nngrs,
You guys may have noticed I haven't been updating with any real "new material" recently. Well, that's because I've been busy with something else.
A few weeks back, I got news that one of my favorite websites for new reads, PUATraining.com is hiring writers, so in a haste, I contacted them and wrote a sample article for them. For those of you who don't know, PUATraining is a website based in the UK well known for theories of attraction and being a school for people looking to better themselves in their social techniques. It is ran by who I consider to be one of the greatest pickup artists and attraction thinkers around, Richard "Gambler" LaRuina.
The reason for this? Well, some of you might know this, but most of you won't either, but I've been writing on similar topics for some time now; only via one of my personal blogs. I figured this would be a great chance to improve my writing skills, get my pen name out there, and just an overall experience to help out my own game as well.

At any rate, here's the sample article I wrote for PUAT, it is basically a re-spin of a popular article by Swingcat to promote his book online (which has been posted over a dozen times on various boards), but with my own twist to it.



Let’s recap a moment in one of my favorite movies: Pulp Fiction.
Remember that scene where Bruce Willis thought he was home alone, but then finds a submachine gun on the kitchen counter? And then remember John Travolta walking out of the washroom after taking a nice long shit from Jackrabbit Slim’s the night before?
Relate that to your typical night out at the club. Now imagine Bruce Willis was his female counterpart—more hair, less muscles, and a vagina. That’s gotta be one hell of a fine woman. You’re Vincent Vegas. Ever recall walking up to within a few feet of a girl, have a few seconds of awkward silence, only to be shot down like a dog?
I know it’s happened to me before—more times than I can count. Hell, by the end of it all, I used to be terrified by gorgeous women because I didn’t want to end up shot up in the bathtub with Modesty Blaise in my hand.  In short, I played it safe and stopped approaching hot women altogether—disqualifying myself before they even knew I existed.

Granted, beautiful women are a dime a dozen nowadays, but approaching them, let alone getting them to enjoy your company is no easy business for someone who hasn’t the necessary skills.

Basically, it’s like this: all guys approach women for two simple reasons. Tits, and ass.
Men are like vultures when it comes to a fine woman with a nice body and beautiful features; even if she doesn’t utter a single word, she knows she has you hooked, and she knows you’re watching. She also knows you don’t have the balls for a full frontal approach, nor the qualities to make her initiate an approach.
The question now, of course, is how to change that.

Watching average chumps approach attractive women is like watching mosquitoes flying into a giant mosquito magnet. It’s stupid, depressing, and sometimes even funny. Not funny ha-ha though, more like funny I-wish-he’d-just-give-up.
The matter of the fact is, we’re all mosquitoes. Attractive women to us stand out like a bright blue light bulb; we can’t help but wanting to approach. I’m a mosquito too. Except I’d like to think of myself as a giant freak-of-nature-mosquito. Ever watch King Kong? Yeah, like those ones. And unlike my smaller, less intelligent, less unruly comrades, I simply refuse to fall into the trap and end up zapped to a crisp and biting the dust. Instead, I get close enough to just to suck them in.

Point in case, I am now at a nightclub, a place where beautiful women roam and graze freely as far as the eye could see. Naturally, I’d be standing in a crowded area, usually near the bar or near the ladies room.  As a potential target passes by I’d stick out my elbow and make her run into me. Then I would proceed to say something along the lines of “Ow hey, that hurt! Watch where you’re going!”
Now nineteen out of twenty times you do this, you’re going to get a sincere “Oh, I’m so sorry!” as a response. The other girl who just acts out of line, you’ll know to stay away from her because she’s a total psycho.
So there is your opener. It’s definitely something different. Different is good. You see, when a guy finds a woman attractive, the only thing that is racing through his mind is how in the hell he’s going to get her approval. He starts thinking what is it that he could do to impress her. Buy her a drink? Tell her something funny? Everything he tries, he tries to get her approval. By turning the tables however, and having her run into you, what you doing is you are putting yourself in the position where she now has to prove herself to you. Simply picking up from her apology, you can just pop in another line, something like “well, it’s okay, I forgive you, but only if you listen to my quick story,” and then go off on another tangent to tell her something else humorous or interesting.

In a nutshell, what you want to do when you interact with a woman is to first make her acknowledge that you have higher worth than her. Humans are social animals who have the tendency pursue higher values (a car, a better car, a house, etc.). When, and only when you have demonstrated that you have higher value than her, do you have the qualifications to talk to her and to praise her and to acknowledge the values that she has.
In every new social interaction, there is an alpha and there is a beta. In other words, there is one person who is the prize and there is one person who is after the prize. Two people simultaneously after each other are not only seldom in occurrence, but it makes things way too easy. And boring. Your typical bar chump would put the pussy on the pedestal and automatically assume the beta’s role. That’s not what you want to do though. After all, you want to be successful with women, don’t you? Well you can’t be successful with women if you always have to get off your ass and follow them around. Make them come to you, it makes life less complicated.

Now you might be thinking, ‘what’s the point? There are tons of rich, good looking, or popular guys out there, there’s no way to compete with them based on these grounds.’ This is a common misunderstanding. Sure, being wealthy, physically attractive or famous puts you at an advantage to easily attract women, but these in themselves are not enough to get most women on the hook.
So if you toss all of those material regards aside, all you’re left with is the fundamentals of hooking up with women: having the skills and knowledge to evoke emotions and interest.
I could have the funniest pickup line in the world, have the biggest biceps, or drive the fastest car on the block, but without these fundamental skills, I’m not gonna get anywhere with any woman.
I would much rather have a clear understanding of how women operate, with the skills necessary to have women compelled to approach me instead, which is why I have compiled a list of several pieces of fundamental knowledge and skill that are guaranteed to work with any woman, right down to the very art of it. All of these are time tested experiments proven to work, and through literally thousands of approaches, this is your guide to attracting, from involvement to engagement to commitment.

This was more or less of a fast, rough draft I did for PUAT, but it got the job done.
The good news cam yesterday, when I received an e-mail from PUAT, telling me to reroll more articles for them.



-vH