What if she just wants to be friends? What if she’s not ‘over’ her ex? You either fuck her or you don’t. It’s black or white. There can’t be any brown, gray, or blue. You’re not immortal. If she’s not ‘ready’, it usually means, “Stick around for now until I find something better.” If her favorite rock star asked her out, do you think she would say, “I’m washing my hair tonight”?

She would probably make time for him! If she’s not making time for you, that’s ok. Somebody else will. There are 6 billion people on the planet, and half of them are lonely women. And a funny thing happens when you just say ‘ok’ and walk away effortlessly. Suddenly she may change her mind. If she does, great. Let her chase after you for a while. You have to realize that their cunts aren’t more valuable than our cocks. We’re both after the same thing — each other.

The easiest thing you can do is walk away from a woman. You won’t get to fuck her, but at least you won’t have to put up with her indecisiveness. You won’t have to bring her a flower, or any of that shit. Just walk away, enjoy your freedom while it lasts. “What is it? Your sex is worth so much? Go give it to somebody else, I don’t want it.” Usually what happens when you finally do get to taste the one’s that give you such a hard time is you discover they’re no good anyway.

They give us such a hard time in the beginning. But what they’re doing is they’re testing you to see if you’ve got what it takes to take good care of her.

They don’t want a pussy. If you’re reading this, I think that you need an awakening; you need a good kick in the ass. I’m not telling you to use patterns and formulas and hypnosis and subliminal messages and pheromones and fancy sports cars. I’m not asking you to divide 765 multiplied by the square root of 17 minus 0.8 plus 68 to the power of seven! I’m telling you, “Know what you want, and tell her.” I don’t want you to follow my ‘system’. I want you to follow yours. You don’t have the confidence to tell her what you want? Then maybe you’re not horny enough, maybe you don’t want it badly enough.

Try being a faggot. I don’t know what to tell you. Make up your mind. You don’t ‘almost’ fuck them. Either you do them or you don’t. I had a rule: if I didn’t fuck them by the third date, they were gone. There was no fourth, fifth, or seventeenth date with me. There are only three strikes in baseball.

And I tell them. I give every woman just enough rope to hang herself with.

She’s the one worrying about me. You guys are always worried about them.

But what if they had to worry about losing you? You need to realize that you are a commodity. You guys are sitting around jerking off when there are millions of women out there putting on their makeup every morning hoping to attract you.

I’m overweight, I swear like a sailor, and I’m not good-looking. But I never cared because women don’t look at that. They wanted to please me. They brought me their friends and I would fuck them all. They would lick my asshole while I fucked their friends. They let me do whatever I wanted to do.

I used to tell women to wait in the bedroom with their asses sticking out, and I’d send in my friends to go fuck them. They did it to please me. There was never a weekend that I sat around thinking, “Oh, how am I going to get laid tonight?”

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