A woman’s desires can swing wildly from one extreme to the other in a short amount of time. I could have a one-night stand with a girl I approach on Saturday that would have shot me down had I approached her on Friday night instead. On the other hand, a man’s desires are mostly stable and resistant to change. It has never happened that a guy turned down the possibility of sex because he was in a “bad mood.” He could be fresh from his grandfather’s funeral but he’s still fucking that hot girl as long as she’s down. (I could already imagine the guy saying “My grandfather would have wanted me to pork her.”)
Even though that revolting fatty at the bar hasn’t been laid in three months, she’s currently suffering from indigestion after eating at a frou-frou restaurant and therefore will not be open to your attempt. A petty fight with her friend or a pair of jeans that doesn’t fit like it used to can also totally turn her off from sex, snapping shut her vagina like a bear trap, regardless if she should be open to a suitor who obviously has higher value than she does. Yet on another night she could be satisfied with the Brazilian wax and nail job she received from the salon, making her go for sex no matter what. She’d then fuck a guy who was actually worse off then the guy who approached her a couple nights before.
Sometimes there is no rhyme or reason to the men that women eventually select to penetrate their vaginas. I have no doubt that others have looked at me with a pretty girl and thought, “How the fuck did he get her?” The answer is that I approached her when she was open and delivered a “good enough” game at that moment in time. I didn’t know she was open, but because I’m always approaching, I’ll catch girls like her at least on a somewhat regular basis.
Reading the signs of a girl who is open to sex is more art than science, so trying to do it is usually a fancy excuse to not approach. Unless you’re taking a break from sex, your goal should be consistent work, not decreasing work, and as long as you play the numbers game, you’ll ensure that you’ve at least made attempts on open girls. If you only do one approach this coming Saturday night, I’ll bet money that it’ll be on a girl who isn’t open.
In my flying solo guide I mentioned that I make myself do at least 10 approaches a night. If I don’t get any bites by number ten, then something is wrong and it’s best I go home, masturbate, and regroup for another night, since it’s a certainty I approached at least 2 or 3 girls who were definitely open. Without doing 10 approaches, though, I can’t say for certain that I had a bad night—it’s possible that I just had a bad streak of approaching girls who haven’t shaved their legs in weeks. It’s totally fine that on Friday night the pretty girl called me an ugly orangutan because on the next night there will be an open girl who gets approached by me at the right time before another male with higher value than myself is able to put in his bid. I cannot guarantee success on a particular night, but I can on a stretch of nights.
No matter how many different ways I look at it, all answers point to the same thing: approach. Everything else can be taken away. Even game.
