I was fed up.

For some reason I’d reached my breaking point with girls ordering drinks and not offering to pay for them. (maybe it’s the Jew in me)

So I let loose a little bit. I started cursing about how girls constantly think it’s on guys to pay for their drinks without even so much as an offer to split it.

I remember shouting the phrase “I don’t even have a job, I can’t be paying for 40 fucking drinks!” Not your standard pick-up artistry.

She fucking loved it. This girl I’d just met that night was seeing hearts in her eyes as I was going off on her and her friend about their disrespect re: Jameson shots.

I guess what I learned is that feeling passionate about something can be incredibly sexy. At that point I’d kind of given up hope of hooking up with her and I was just venting. Little did I know that my outburst turned her on so hard that she demanded I come home with her.

Apparently my fierce passion and bold honesty turned a switch inside her. That was the best sex I’d had in a long time.

The point here is that true passion goes a long way. For me it went way further than my attempts to charm her and “game” her had.

Get fucking turnt up. Get passionate. Let out your feelings boldly and sometimes even harshly if you have to.

It may lead to something you weren’t expecting ;)