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Originally Posted by Ciaran, Jekyll
THE APOCALYPSE OPENER…
“Well,” she said, “it goes like this…
What she then told me made me literally choke on my beer. It was genius. I will never know who this man is, but whoever he is he deserves a prize. A big, shiny Nobel prize.
Here it is, lads:
You rock up to a chick and, in a confident, level voice you say
“Hey, how’s it going.”
She will say
“Fine.”
You then say
“Cool. What are you doing later?”
She will say
“I’m not sure.”
You then say
“Do you want to come home with me?”
Then you hold.
Hold.
HOLD………………..
HOLD IT MY SON……………………..
HOLD THE FUCKING LINE………………
Boom. Makeout.
And that’s the Apocalypse opener. You don’t ‘build rapport.’ You don’t ‘elicit values.’ You don’t ‘kino escalate.’ You don’t even ask her fucking NAME. You ask if she wants to sleep with you in the THIRD SENTENCE, hold the line, and reap the whirlwind.
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Will try this on as many women as i can this coming weekend and will post up my results, it sounds very exciting.
