I have an interesting record. My success rate in asking a woman out and her being glad is about 2%. Once she said yes, the chance of sex rose to 90%. Women loathed me from a mile away, but those who agreed to rendezvous were not trying me out, they had already made up their mind.
Some may have played games, used irony I couldn’t detect, but overall the message was clear:
- “Yuck, get away from me!” (98%)
- “Let’s go, loverboy.” (1.8%)
By simple proportion, I must have asked 350 women to achieve coitus with 7. It could have been better, but after PREVIOUS DEVIOUS my heart wasn’t in it, let alone the penis.
There are four levels of female consent:
- She sleeps with everyone who makes a move. She doesn’t get pregnant and/or married, so she keeps being around single people and eventually there’s nothing else to do. She racks up some decent numbers.
- She adheres to the American three-dates rule. She stops man’s advances after the second date by texting him she wants to be friends.
- She makes him wait two months. She met him at a Methodist potluck and wants to make sure he’s mature, reliable, respectful, and supportive. What she doesn’t know is that many psychopaths are very patient.
- One or two dates. She lies down naked on the bed, then abruptly castigates the man how did he have the gall to even think she’d sleep with him. They have sex the next morning. He leaves. She calls him. He flies a thousand miles to see her. She disrobes again and asks him if they could skip the sex today because she’s not feeling it. This level is called “next level”.
There’s one level of male consent:
- Yes.
I got a different arrangement. When we started going out, TESTY NON-CHESTY had already taken a summer job in a faraway land. She said we would do it when she comes back. I thought it was fair. When she came back, she didn’t tell me. From what I gathered, she returned to see someone else and called me only after it didn’t work out. When I saw her the next day, she was inconsolable and fortified with Cinzano.
My summer wasn’t much better. I had a fling with a woman who harassed me into compliance. How would you answer a straight question: “Do you want a blowjob?” Then afterwards she pronounced we were a couple. I literally skipped town. After I got two more.
So don’t ask the woman to do things to you (let her if she wants to), but ask yourself whether you like this person. Is he or she your first choice? SNIFFY APERITIFFY was my first. Me being a same-age non-moron was her third at best.
That reminds me of another piece of advice: always have contingencies. It means: be a young, beautiful woman.