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I’d be the first to tell you I was not the hunkiest mother-fucker that ever lived back in school. Growing up I was a scrawny little bitch. However, I did get my fair share of pussy and most of it was out of my league. Somebody actually made a movie and wrote a book about the concepts I used to land some outrageously hot bitches throughout my lifetime. The movie is called, "The Tao of Steve."
In the movie the central character sums up how to land hot women no matter how much of a slub you appear to be by:
- Be desireless
- Be excellent
- Be gone
In a real world example you basically appear to not give a shit about the girl. You don’t do double takes. You don’t stare at her. As far as she is concerned you are the only guy in the room that isn’t interested in her. This, in itself, already makes you intriguing!
Next, you do something impressive, but you don’t act like some big shot about it. While others will be wowed by your ability you need to act like you thought everyone had this ability. Like you don’t deserve praise because you figured everybody can do this.
And finally, you need to exit her presence. This is very important. I am sure you are familiar with the concept of, "You never what you’ve got till it’s gone?" Well, it solidifies the deal here. Now her curiosity is peaked!
When I was a freshman in school I was a weasel. I did all of the wrong things. I tried to impress girls by showering them with my affections and buying them gifts. But so was everyone else! Then I sat back and watched this really smooth mother-fucker as he banged the hottest babes. He even took the babes from their quarter-back boyfriends and this guy was, by all other accounts, a bonafide loser!
I had to know how he was doing this. I had to start getting laid! I was running out of socks for Christ’s sakes!
Over a period of months I shadowed the guy. I attended the parties he attended. I watched him countlessly land hotties. He didn’t even have to ask them if they wanted to shag! They asked him!!!
Things began to fall into place. Over the summer I began to use some of the techniques I had learned. I quit worrying about getting laid or undressing chicks with my eyes… after all, I was more interested in actually undressing them with my dick!
When my sophomore year began I decided it was time to haul out the big guns. I was going after a senior! My subject was blonde with some perky small tits that weren’t too big and weren’t too small. She was my own personal Little Red Riding Hood!
Not only was this girl hot, she was smart. Book smart really. The best kind of girl to manipulate! She often tutored the football team and they often put the moves on her. She learned all of their moves and had a counter move for every last one of them… but she had no idea what I was bringing to the table!
Since this girl, and we’ll just call her Teen Kasia for ease, was a smarty pants I figured she’d love card tricks. Smart people always want to know how the trick works, and yet, they also want to believe it isn’t a trick at all, that magic could actually exist. So I signed up for some of her tutoring.
Now this girl was probably pretty used to having guys like me drool over her and drop pencils left and right hoping for a panty shot, but I acted like she was a redheaded step-child. I could tell that right there already had her thinking I was either brain damaged or gay or… just off somehow…
After a few sessions with her I decided it was time for step #2. During this session I just happened to have an "ordinary deck of playing cards" with me. I was switching them from hand to hand 52-card pick-up style. Only instead of the cards shooting into the air and landing all over the floor, they tidily landed in the opposite hand. She seemed to take notice of my dexterity and I fanned them out asking her to pick a card.
After three tricks I put the cards down and suggested we get into the book work. After all, my mom and dad were paying her to tutor me. I could hear the squeaking of the cogs in her head. How can this guy do so many magic tricks that seem to require math and need math tutoring? This doesn’t make sense!
Over time she would ask me to do another trick… and another… and another. I kept learning new tricks for each weekly session and she seemed intrigued. Then she asked me… "How’d you learn all of these tricks?"
"By not doing my homework I guess…" I answered. It laid down a cover story on why I was falling behind in my grades.
By week nine she was pestering me to show her how to do the tricks and show her yet more tricks I hadn’t shown her before. Now it was time for piece number three. I cut the bitch off!
My grade summary came in and my parents were pleased with my improvement. She was fired and had to go back to working with a bunch of meat-headed jocks. I noticed she was watching ME as I walked across the courtyard at school. Time to put it all together!
Through some contacts I found out what party she was attending that Saturday night. I also found out the jock throwing the party was in need of some grade-fixing in order to play Friday night and I arranged for his "B" average to be met. This got me my invite and actually made me the guest of honor since the team went on to win a very big game against our school’s biggest rival. Perfect!
At the party I broke out the cards and performed some tricks. This brought everyone around me and when she showed up I didn’t even make eye contact with her. She received no acknowledgement from me. After several tricks I bowed out for a break and headed to the kitchen for a beer. She followed like a cat looking for some more nip.
"That last trick was pretty cool. How come you never showed it to me before?" Teen Kasia asked.
"Which one?" I asked knowing full well which one she was asking about.
"You know, the one where you repaired the torn card."
"Oh, it’s nothing really. Just some slight of hand." I then looked over her shoulder and saw a group of guys playing quarters at the table and excused myself.
At the table I propositioned the quarter back with an old drinking riddle/trick. Basically I asked him a loaded question about who can drink what first and offer race, then spring it on him that he should have thought before he drank and won the bet by having him do all of the drinking. Everyone had a good laugh… Except for her… Someone asked me to do another trick and I pronounced that I’d be right back… I needed some air.
Once outside I counted the seconds it took for Kasia to join me. One… Two… Three… Four… bing! There she was asking me why I was being weird. I said, "If you have something you want to show me, show me," otherwise I was going back inside to do some more magic."
The next thing I knew I was thrown up against the wall and lip locking with Teen Kasia like our lives depended on it. I pushed her back and told her to think about this. Was this really what she wanted to do? She threw me back against the wall and grabbed my crotch!
I can’t say every babe was bagged this well or fell for me this hard, but I can say I banged more chicks then the quarter back did and continued to do so even after I graduated. I will say this though, Kasia was one of the best!
Teen Kasia is the unobtainable girl that is inviting you in! You don’t need to know the Tao of Steve, you just need to have a credit card, debit card or a checking account. Believe me, this girl is charging a hell of a lot less than my own Teen Kasia did and this girl puts out on the first date!
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