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by  Michael Pilinski

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Dedicated to all the girls who probably still hate me
(I forgot all your names, sorry)
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A Man's Guide to the Seduction and
Sexual Enchantment of Women
by Michael Pilinski
Introduction ..................................................................... 7
Part 1: Understanding You
Your 7 Necessary Skills as a Man: ...................................... 18
Self Reliance .................................................................. 20
Emotional Balance ......................................................... 23
A Realistic Self Image .................................................... 28
Fear and Pain Control .................................................... 37
Sexual Confidence ......................................................... 48
Financial Sanity .............................................................. 50
A Standard Mate Hunting Routine .................................. 56
Developing An Edge For Yourself ............................................ 58
Crackpots and First Impressions .............................................. 59
Part 2: Understanding Her
Five Essential Things to Know About Women ................... 64
Hot Chickness is a Superpower ..................................... 65
Self-Transcendence Makes Her Different ...................... 73
Attraction For Her is All About Chemistry ....................... 81
She Can Cheat, You Can't ............................................. 91
Eye Contact Defines a Woman's Romantic Universe..... 95
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Part 3: Meeting Women
The Mechanics of Attraction ..................................................... 115
What Women Want to Hear ..................................................... 120
Complicated Pick-up Lines Kill ................................................. 122
Effective Opening Comments ................................................... 123
Pull-Tabbing ............................................................................. 126
Reading Her Mood ................................................................... 132
Confess Your Fear ................................................................... 134
Pacing the Conversation .......................................................... 136
Custom Commenting ............................................................... 137
Revealing the Hit ...................................................................... 139
Set Her Up for the Close .......................................................... 144
Card Sharking .......................................................................... 146
Meeting Women in Bars and Clubs ......................................... 153
A Fictional Example of Pull-Tabbing ........................................ 158
Part 4: Dating Her
The Dreaded First Phone Call ................................................. 171
Image, Investigation & Escalation ........................................... 180
The Three Date Master Seduction .......................................... 188
Date #1 -- The Action Date .................................................. 191
Action = Passion ............................................................ 193
First Visual Impression .................................................. 194
Flowers and Candy? ...................................................... 196
Setting Yourself Up for the Second Date ....................... 198
Date #2 -- The Connecting Date .......................................... 201
Spark Her Up ................................................................. 205
5 Critical Steps to Avoiding the Friends Zone ................ 206
Your Behaviors Create a Trance .................................... 211
Non-Verbal Signs of Interest .......................................... 214
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Date #3 -- The Romance Date
No Fear in the Red zone ................................................ 216
Benevolent Manipulation ................................................ 219
Negotiating Closeness ................................................... 223
Part 5: Her Sexual Enchantment
The Trance of Romance Revisited ........................................... 232
Custom Designed Sexual Seduction ........................................ 234
Her Sexual Enchantment .......................................................... 236
First Sex ................................................................................... 240
First Sex Do's-and-Don't's ........................................................ 243
Second Sex .............................................................................. 246
Passion Models the Response You Desire .............................. 249
Third Sex the Infinite and Beyond ............................................ 253
Helga the Horrible .................................................................... 257
Defining the Perfect Sexual Partner ......................................... 262
Keep the Child in You Alive ...................................................... 267
Shamelessness is the Key ....................................................... 270
Conclusion:
The Clock Never Rests .................................................. 273
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lright Romeo, why don’t you give it a rest for a couple minutes? That’s
enough for now...”
The man’s voice pushed its way through the metallic din of rock music
blasting away no less than 30 feet away from me in all its’ garage-band glory. He
sounded like an older guy, maybe ten years older than me. Mid-twenties. At the
moment I didn’t care – I was buried tongue-deep in some girls’ face who I’d only
met a few minutes earlier... kissing her as if I needed to steal the air from her
lungs in order to survive. How long were we going at it? We’d been making out
on the bleachers for so long now that I had lost track of time. Long enough to
piss this guy off I guess. Whoever the hell he was.
I ignored him, hoping that if I just lingered inside the delicious mouth of this
girl who’s name I didn’t yet know, he would eventually disappear... a figment of
my psychedelic love-high. My girl smelled so wonderful, a mix of B.O. and hippy
teen perfume that enhanced the dreamlike quality of our shared trance. Then I
felt a hand rudely clasp my shoulder and shake me back and forth against her
tight little freshman breasts.
“Comon Romeo,” the voice said again, more sternly this time, “knock it off!”
I drew away from my woman and watched the flickering colors of the
school gymnasium melt back into focus all around me. My eyes zoomed in on
the guy looming over me dressed in solid black. I stared at him for a second and
wondered what his problem was, then the stiff white collar impacted my fogged
brain like a punch in the gut and I understood immediately... priest. Presumably,
Father had just about had enough of watching me make out with a girl who
probably sat in the front of his English class here at Bishop Carroll High School.
“Whadya say we take a break there for awhile, okay?” He looked to be
fresh out of the seminary. Young Father could’ve been a prick and made a
scene, but he didn’t and that was cool. So I did what he asked and leaned away
from my girl. What’s-her-name looked scared like she was about to puke or
something, so I untangled myself nonchalantly and slid far enough away so that
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her hurl would miss me. She pretended to become busy fluffing her hair and
wouldn’t even look at Father Dude, who’d kindly backed off a few feet but was
apparently going to continue to monitor the situation for awhile. Nameless
mumbled something about her friends or that she would see me later and then
high-tailed it out of there fast, totally embarrassed. No problem. I would catch up
with her later on, if I wanted to – if something better didn’t come sliding along.
This was all just shooting fish in a barrel for me, you see.
I never did see her again that evening, but that’s okay. I was soon face-to-
face with another schoolgirl that I knew from the neighborhood later on that
evening, Marsha whats-her-name. She wanted me too, I could tell, but Marsha
could remain in a holding pattern until I was good and ready to ‘take her’. She,
along with several girls from my circle of friends, were all currently serving as
fantasy fodder for a kid who was wacking off 3 times a day (and couldn’t scare up
a shred of porn to save his life back in ‘68!) But so what?... she was mine...
anytime I wanted her. Mine for the taking.
Reality could wait for now. I was having too much fun living out this
adventure... mostly inside my own head, unfortunately.
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A few weeks later, I received a letter in the mail addressed to me. A hand-
addressed letter. Hmmm? What could this be I thought, as I opened it under the
suspicious eye of my mom. The letter turned out to be a mysterious, unsigned
note from a girl who claimed that she lived on the next block where I delivered
newspapers, and that she thought I was cute, and etc. Hey, she had a crush on
the paperboy! What would you expect? She told me in this letter that if I was
interested in knowing more about who she was, that I should wear a blue shirt or
something else blue next Monday while doing my route. She would be watching,
and if I produced this positive signal then another letter would be forthcoming with
more clues as to her identity. Too cute or what? Ha!... yet another helpless fish
in the barrel looking for my attention!
My nosey mom was curious about the letter, but I wouldn’t let her know that
the message was from a girl. I told her it was just some stupid shit from my dumb
ass buddy down the street, that he was just messing around. You see, mom
certainly would’ve seized on the opportunity to make fun of me in her uniquely
shame-instilling way had I dared to tell her that some girl was expressing an
interest in me romantically. This part of my life had to remain top secret. Little
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did I know at the time that mom was slowly but surely poisoning my spirit by
causing me to feel ashamed of these types of perfectly normal feelings – but that
was something I would not yet understand for another 25 years.
I wracked my brain thinking about all the people who lived up and down
both sides of that long street (I had a huge, 80 house paper route!) in order to
puzzle out who this girl could possibly be. By process of elimination I was
eventually able to narrow it down to one particular girl who lived right near the
start of the route near Walden avenue. I think her name was Sue or something?
I could remember her giving me the classic little shy smile once when I was
collecting at her house. Big disappointment – she wasn’t really “my type”
(whatever the hell that means at such a young age), and so I decided not to play
her game.
And so I made sure not to wear anything blue that day, and apparently she
made note of this unfortunate fact because I never received another letter from
her. Too bad.
Years later I would run across “Sue” in a nearly passed-out drunken state
at a nightclub that myself and my buddies frequented. I heard that she was an
easy slut. And to think that she could’ve been my first real girlfriend if only I’d
worn a blue shirt that day. Now 19, I was still a virgin but, eh... so what? With my
luck I would’ve probably just knocked her up and been stuck with her anyway.
Then what would mom have thought?
The important thing was she could’ve been mine for the taking, if I had
actually wanted her. But I passed her up for other more tempting fish in the
barrel... fish that I never actually landed, but hey, so what? No big deal, right?
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Sometimes a single defining moment can crystallize everything for you all
at once, but not necessarily steer you off in a good direction. I had such a
reverse-gear moment at another high school dance later that year. Remember,
this was a time when you usually didn’t bring a date along to a function like this –
you were expected to somehow know how to "pick one up" once you got to the
event. At fifteen years of age. Yeah right... pass that bottle of Cherry Mist wine
this way, wouldja?
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Anyway at some point during the evening, I found myself out on the dance
floor with this girl who I’d barely been able to say a word to because the music
was so loud. I’m talking about non-contact 60's style fast dancing here of course,
so we never actually touched each other. When the song ended, a pivotal
moment in my life occurred. As the noise subsided for a moment and I moved in
closer to introduce myself with a nice big smile, her reaction to me could only be
described as stunning. When this girl saw me take a step in her direction, her
eyes bugged-out with a horrified look as if I were some kind of headless
creature... and then she quickly darted away in a panic and vanished into the
crowd... In a panic!
I have no recollection of what this girl actually looked like because the
moment was so filled with disbelief, but I will never, ever forget that look in her
eyes. It was a look of sheer terror! I realize now of course, years later, that
she was probably just responding to her own anxiety as a boy was about to “hit”
on her, but that’s not how it impacted my young mind at the time. To me, it
seemed as though my very appearance was frightening to her in some way. I
wasn’t merely geeky or awkward as teenagers generally are in social situations, I
was a monster of some sort. I was horrible to her… horrifying to all women! Girls
were staggering back from me in terror when they saw me lurching in their
direction...
I was Frankenstein!
Sullen, I left the dance early and walked home very alone that night, utterly
shaken to the core by this experience. Hey, I knew I was no handsome star
quarterback or anything, but it never occurred to me that I was actually repulsive
to women. What a shocking slap of cold reality! For the first and fortunately only
time in my life, I actually thought about killing myself… that’s how hideous and
inhuman I felt at that moment. It was a feeling that I would continue to carry with
me in some form or another for years. And all because of a single, surprise
reaction from a girl that I’d mistakenly interpreted as being an accurate
assessment of my un-worthiness as a man!
I was making a very dangerous, generalized assumption about my self-
worth based on a very small sample of data, but I truly believed that if one female
selected at random regarded me in this terribly unflattering manner then they
must all think this way, right? This was a very critical thinking error that
would haunt me for a very long time.
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