I posted this in the Los Angeles Yahoo board about a year ago when first getting involved in “the community” and want to post it here because it may be usefull if you want to approach someone on a dance floor.
I got B.S. from a few wussies for mentioning my target’s name, so I’ve left it out. What I will say is that she was in the news over 10 years ago when a famous football player murdered her sister. “If it doesn’t fit, you must acquit!” Anyways, here it is:
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Last night my wings and I went out on the town looking to practice our game. The first club we went to in Newport Beach was playing bull shit games by telling us that there were too many guys in the club and we had to wait in line. There was no one else in the fuckin’ line but us! So naturally we got pissed off and rolled out. Luckily for me.
Our next stop was one of our regular spots in Laguna Beach. As we walk down the street, we see at least 10 cop cars with their lights a blazin’. Wouldn’t you know our spot was closed due to a huge fight that happened before we got there. Luckily for me.
Our next stop was The White House down the street… Fully packed. Next stop, the Holliday Inn’s Bamboo… Dead. Next stop Club M a few doors down. The music was good (hip-hop), the women where gorgeous, and there were plenty of them. As I’m looking around, I see someone who looks very familiar. I think to myself, “Fuck! She looks a lot like ____. (The dead wife of ________) Hey, didn’t she have a sister? Wholly shit… It is her sister. And she’s not bad for an older woman.” I see that there are a few guys that are dancing with her, but you could tell by their body language and they way they were interacting that they weren’t “with her”.
There is a very common occurrence that has been happening in clubs for several years now. Wusses that don’t have enough game to open their mouths, simply go up and start dancing next to or behind women and never say a thing. I know what they expect. They expect the woman to be so turned on by his “dance of love” that she’ll just start making out with him right there on the dance floor. I call these guys “Wussy Satellites.” (She is the sun and you are a worthless orbiting moon.) Don’t ever do this. Of all the women I talk to, they hate this shit. It’s totally wussy and beta male behavior. Women like a man that has enough balls and respect to walk up to them and ask to engage in the act of fake sex.
Anyway, there was a guy doing this and I simply walked up to her and said “You two look like you need partners. We’d like to dance with you.” She repaid “Sure.” Wussy Satellite blown out with two simple sentences and some balls. With simple acknowledgement, I was in. I didn’t want to wait for some chance that the D.J. would play a song she didn’t like so she’s get off the dance floor so I could use an opinion opener or something. So I went direct. (I use both.)
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