Gentlemen.

Here’s a classic for your upcoming weekend entertainment.

You know what’s fucking annoying? Wasting time with indecisiveness when it comes to chicks.

You know what I’m talking about...

You see it all the time. A guy’s standing with his buddies on one side of the bar. Across the way is some hot little number. You know, the kind with dangling navel-candy and juggs so plump you wanna call the milkman.

She and the dude lock eyes. And then what?

Well, depending on the dude there’s a number of possibilities.

He might look away. Break eye contact first. Bust a beta, as they say. Then he might look back again moments later, trying (often futilely) to re-establish the connection.

Alternatively, he might smile. He might wink. He might turn to face her. He might inform one of his buddies that she’s checking him out.

He might even do that momentary eyebrow raise -- you know, the kind that old men flash when trying to catch the attention of dogs, drug dealers and prostitutes.

If he’s smart, he might say “fuck it” and just walk over there.

Whatever he does, what do all these things have in common?

They are all time wasters. They are all indecisive. All these guys are trying to “figure it out,” “test the waters,” “weigh the probability of failure,” “analyze their current intoxication level,” and all kinds of other nonsense.

Even the guy walking over there is indecisive (although he did make the best choice so far), because instead of him making a decision, he’s going over to find out if she has made a decision.

Now....is that what you’re doing?

Of course not. You’re no stooge. You don’t fuck around with that kinda bullshit.

Enter the Point-n-Pull.

So there you are. Chillin on one one side of the bar with your buddies. Blondie with the belly button bling and papis leche is looking scrumptious across the way. And what do you do?

You point.

That’s right. Arm out. Index finger out. You point right at her.

There’s no mistaking it. There’s no confusion like: is he pointing at me or some stuffed raccoon hanging on the wall?

You’re pointing at her. She sees it. She doesn’t look away (trust me, if someone points at you, you don’t look away). There’s a pause. One beat. Two beats. Maybe she gets a curious smile, maybe she doesn’t. And then…

You turn your hand over and your index finger makes the “come here” motion.

Your eyes: burning. Your face: smirk. Your confidence: oozing. Indecisiveness: none.

And you know what happens when you do that? When you’re that BOLD. AS. FUCK.

She.....comes.....here.

You’re welcome.

Enjoy the weekend.