TL:DR Like most absolute statements, this is a crock of shit.

Oh sure , you see a hot piece of tail and you're not likely to see her again, have at it. Approaching without giving a damn is actually fun once you get the hang of it.

However, that's not the context I'm referring to . No, the myth in question lies with the social zeitgeist which says a man interested in a woman must "always " make the first move.

This is a shit test to start the rest. If a man opens a woman and doesn't have muscles or attitude, he's locking himself into "Betabux" mode from the jump. After this comes shit test after shit test, requests for drinks , all to end with "sorry honey, I don't put out on the first date "(lol).

Now when she's interested in you? She'll do whatever it takes to get your dick inside her.

Field report time. I'm in college for the second time around. This is after my military stint, so I'm both more muscular and older then all the kids I was living with. Due to quirky university policy, I'm forced to live on campus due to a residency requirement for students of junior standing and below.

Which is how I wound up in some random room drinking with some folks I knew. Realizing suddenly I was older and of age in a room full of drunk undergrads playing Eminem at illegal volume , I decided to beat it before the fuzz got called. If that happened id be automatically suspended (older students were held to some moronic "zero tolerance" policy whenever younger ones were drinking near them).

Before I could bail, I had to kill my third mixed drink first. I make conversation with an HB7, then switch to her HB8 friend. I don't give a flying damn about anything except killing time and my drink without getting jammed up, so I talk like it.

I bid my adieus , tossed the cup, and lean /stumble down three flights of stairs to my room. I change into my shorts and crash.

Thirty minutes later someone is beating on my door.

Fuck,it's the cops .I find a sweater jacket , open the door and brace for the inevitable.

Instead of a bored rent a cop , I find HB7.5 .

In my moment of confusion her pal (HB7) slides by me into my room like she lives there. Friend tosses a weak explaination to the effect of "she's drunk , she needs a safe place to crash". Before I can say "like fuckin hell" HB7 and a half leaves, and closes the door behind her.

Leaving me with a tipsy bitch in my college room.

No fucking way. This ain't a Motel 6. I grab HB7s wrist to escort her back to the hallway she came from.

She grabbed my dick in return. I let her stay a bit longer.

Now , two things should be clarified:

I never told those women where I lived & I never approached them openly with intent to fuck. I left the joint because I didn't want legal problems, not to be mysterious.

Yet a woman invaded my home to fuck me. PS: hat tip to the University department chair who spent $300 on dates with this broad who never even got a peek at her tits.

That's not the only time a setup like that's happened. Women will start conversations, open doors, and contrive situations where you can touch and fuck them if theyre attracted to you.

Don't buy the myth a man always has to make the first move. If she wants you bad enough you won't have to burn a single calorie making it happen. Realistically she'll go 9/10ths the way -and you only gotta tell her which hole you're gonna put it in.

Put another way: if she wants you to "wait" or "spend money to prove I'm worth it to you", make like the library and book it- preferably to the nearest gym. She sure as fuck didn't make Johnny Methdealer prove he was worth it. Don't fall for that BS.