Attraction is usually considered the force that makes two oppositely charged objects move towards each other. Well, its not unlike that for our purposes. That being said, we do not want to be the opposite of our target, in fact, we will actually make an avatar for ourselves to match her, but we do want to break rapport with her.
Rapport, in case you did not already know, is, according to Merriam-Webster, “a relation marked by harmony, conformity, accord, or affinity.” Most guys try to build rapport, showing that they are willing to change themselves, even slightly, to impress her. Why? Because she’s beautiful? Well, that is bloody nice for the mirror and pictures, but we, high value males, care about more than that. We require depth—which means that, until she displays depth, we shall not display affection, attraction, or admiration.
I want to take this time to tell a short story, I hope you don’t mind.
The other day, while I was walking to Starbucks to write up a marketing project plan for this book, I passed a Subway; I glanced in and saw a group of 5 girls sitting at a table. I decided to keep walking because I had a lot of work to do, and, due to my sun-glasses, I could not tell if they were attractive or not. 5 seconds later I heard the door to Subway open behind me—a girl proceeded to say my name—oh boy, here we go.
I turned around to see my wing’s ex-girl (I purposefully left out the word ‘friend’ after ‘girl’ because he and she only dated; they did not go out.) who then asked me to come inside. As I entered, I saw an ex-girl of mine sitting at the table. “This just keeps getting better,” I thought.
The girls interrogated me for a bit to test my congruity. Easy. I went on to tell them that I am, without any reasonable doubt, a dick. Now, this crude language may surprise you, but yes, like you, I know big-boy words. Let’s not make a fuss out of it.
After they asked why I would admit to that so willingly, I claimed that being a dick is the best thing I could be. The way I see it, I explained, there are 4 types of guys. Tools—unless they’re doing something for you, you do not see them. Douches—they annoy the crap out of everyone, or maybe it’s just their nauseating polos and shorts. Assholes—if there’s a reason to be mean to someone, they’ll exploit it. Wait, who am I kidding, they do not need petty reasons! Then we have Dicks—they are the ‘chaotic good’ of the world. They tell you how it is. No matter how badly the truth hurts, they dispense it, smiling away as they penetrate ego’s and shatter facades. They all laughed at the hard truth of my statements.
Time after time they burst out in fits of laughing tears. Apparently they appreciated my blunt sarcasm: “Calibrate,” I thought, “feed the dog the way it wants to be fed.”
To sum up the rest of my experience, by the end of the 30 minutes I spent with them, I had insulted each of them at least twice, made each of them laugh at least 25 times, and received at least 5 Indicators of Interest (IOIs) from each of them—2 more than the needed amount to kiss a girl.
Want to learn how—I was about to ask a redundant question; of course you want to learn how to get those responses. I know I would.