Doc’s Phreakin’ Weekend Tips V3
Confidence is King
I've worked in the nightlife scene for more years than I care to reveal and, during those same years, over and over again, I've watched dudes miss this one simple key to success: knowing when to Man Up.
You can apply whatever sports metaphor you want, as long as it's along the lines of "You can't make a shot you don't take." I've asked thousands of women what they find attractive. For decades, the overwhelming response is "CONFIDENCE!" If you lack the confidence to actually walk over and talk to her, you'll never have the confidence to be a good provider. That's an easy as fuck equation... like, if you can't dance you can't...oh, never mind. Focus, Daniel-san.
An even bigger loser is the guy who stands around clowning with his boys as he tries to summon some courage and group approval energy. Or, he asks a friend to serve as emissary, and that guy goes over and says stupid shit like, "My friend over there thinks you're hot," especially since the messenger will most likely be the one who takes her home. This pitiful display just confirmed that you'll always need to consult your boys before making an executive decision. Your wannabe date registers these thoughts subconsciously, and most of the time doesn't even know why. Her judgment forms within milliseconds.
So, when you see the object of your desires, try this. Separate yourself from the hunting pack. Make solid eye contact. Hold it, and confirm her responsive eye contact. If she likes you, she'll look back at you several times, and eventually smile or play with her hair (another subconscious move, BTW) confirming that it's OK to go talk to her. Look, homeys, if you don't get the "come hither" right away, give it a few minutes and try again. If you still don't get a green light, abort mission, eject, eject, eject... She's not ready to receive unsolicited attention. BUT, if you get the come hither signal, walk right over to her, head high. Smile confidently, and talk to her. No Lines Ever!
If you don't know what to say...sorry, dog, that's gonna cost you. Send us an email and we'll hit you with some private 411. It's business, not personal.
Go get 'em, Tiger! Stop back and let me know how you did. If you see me in the DJ booth come holleratchaboy. I just may be in a good enough mood to help.