I came across this realization this week.

Exactly a week ago, I was set up on a blind date by a friend in another state. I've just moved to the wonderful city of San Francisco and know about as many people as I can count on one hand. He knew this, and he also knew of a young woman who had just moved to the area as well. I honestly believe that he set up this meeting just hoping we would become friends and have at least one more person to share a beer with on a Friday or Saturday night.

Now, for reference, this is like a Seddit cliche these days, but it's true: I've been working drastically on improving myself in a variety of ways. I've learned to dress fairly well or at least in clothes that fit my frame, I've become more physical in all of my interactions, I've started to actually watch what I'm eating, I've kept up my already aggressive gym regimen, I've conquered my approach anxiety and as a result, stopped putting attractive women on this odd pedestal where I can be friendly but not overtly sexual, and most notably, gotten a great new job with a substantial income, allowing me to move out of my Mom's house. As a result, I think I'm giving off this sort of subconscious glow when I interact with people. I'm generally happy, and it shows.

Consequently, when I met with this girl, we hit it off. We ended up getting a little physical on blind date number one, made a plan to meet up again before she had to take off to a wedding.

Date number two wasn't really a date so much as an animalistic ritual of bodily fluids and intimate moments. She had texted me earlier in the day that she was really looking forwards to seeing me, I had pretty much maintained radio silence other than to set up logistics, and she later confessed that frustrated her. Which made her want me all the more.

She met me at the door in this cute little shirt/dress thing that girls are wearing these days. I had resolved that I wanted to avoid any second date awkwardness by kissing her when I saw her. I didn't really have to worry about that because apparently she had resolved to throw me against the wall and maul me when I stepped in the door.

I established early on that because of a DUI, I wasn't going to be able to drink if I drove, which put her on the spot of whether I was staying the night or not. It could have been awkward, but it wasn't, and we didn't even make it to the grocery store to buy a dinner we could eat at home, with a good bottle of wine, before she started to molest me again. Side note, she paid for all this. At Whole Foods. Pretty cool in my book.

At any rate, we ate dinner, it was a picnic on her floor. As she'd just moved here, she still doesn't have any furniture except a now slightly lopsided air mattress. After a considerable bit of conversation where she kept teasing me that she was "going to make work for it," she finally gave in to her own desires. I say "gave in to her own desires" because she would stop me from talking from time to time by just throwing herself at me, we'd start to get heated, she'd stop me, and I'd just freeze her out. Which, of course, drove her absolutely crazy.

At any rate, that lasted for about an hour, before she decided she'd had enough of her own teasing and one of those epic nights of sex where you're actually sore the next day followed. And it got me thinking.

One of the misconceptions of my earlier life was that women aren't as sex crazed as men. I thought that this skewed the "sexual marketplace" heavily in favor of women. To put this in economic terms, women held all the supply while men provided the demand. And as a result, this meant that woman could "charge whatever they want," or in the terms of sex, hold out for the best possible option and be extremely picky in the process.

It turns out, I was only half right. First off, I couldn't have been more wrong about women and their respective horniness. Women are just as horny as men, if not moreso.

However, women are indeed "holding out" for the best option. And if you look at the context of social interactions, this absolutely makes sense. If a woman's at least average looking, she's probably being approached all day. If god forbid she's attractive, she's being approached nearly every hour. However, the fact remains, that she is just as damn pent up with sexual frustration as you are. And so, as Mark Manson and people much more experienced/smarter than me have noted, she wants you to succeed.

She wants you to be that guy who says the right things, touches her the right way, that it makes her decide "okay, this is the guy I want to just ravenously desire, forget all my womanly prudence and devour him sexually."

Now look, I don't have the secret trick to make every woman realize that you're the one she wants, and I honestly don't think anyone does. While there are definitely patterns of behavior that all humans follow, it is my strong opinion that we remain individuals and therefore, there is no one size fits all solution to every woman. There are key concepts that you must internalize that will sufficiently stack the odds in favor of you for each interaction you have.

But I think it's key to have this thought in your mind: she wants you to be the guy that seduces her and sweeps her off her feet. She wants you to be the guy that makes her throw caution to the wind and get that story about that one guy who was just so hot she can share with all her friends over a girl's night. She wants you to be the guy that makes her remember why she dolls herself up before she goes out in the first place.

I've noticed that the best seduction stories really just involve getting out of your own way. And I think this is why. Once you've attracted a girl, she really wants you to succeed. She wants to get her rocks off too. The biggest hurdles to that success are the ones we place in front of ourselves through our damn brains.

When you find the girl that the chemistry is really clicking with, remember this ... she wants to be your slut. You just have to let her.