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Today we’ll accompany an average American, SWPL Six-pack, on his daily routine as he makes an effort to meet a number of attractive women that he sees.
It’s a Saturday. He gets up in the morning, showers, dresses and walks to the Starbucks down the block. While waiting at an intersection for the light to change, he notices an attractive girl standing next to him. He pivots to say something to her.
“I’ve got thirty seconds before the light changes to flirt with you. Ready?”
On the sidewalk in front of the Starbucks, he passes another attractive girl.
“Excuse me. Could you tell me where the nearest Starbucks is?”
In Starbucks, waiting in line, he speaks to the attractive girl standing ahead of him.
“Ever notice how fast the Starbucks barristas work in the morning? They must take a triple shot before their shift.”
Outside, holding his drink, he walks to the post office to drop off a letter. On the sidewalk an attractive girl walks toward him.
At the post office, an attractive girl puts a letter in the mailbox.
“Be careful, that box sends all love letters to my address.”
Leaving the post office, he walks to a clothing store to make some purchases. On the walk over, nine attractive girls pass by him.
“Excuse me. Where is the nearest dog grooming shop?”
At the store, a girl hovers around the sunglass display.
“You’ll want sunglasses that hide which guys you’re checking out. Don’t worry, you don’t make me self-conscious.”
In the lingerie section, an attractive girl rifles through bras.
“I need to buy something for Mother’s Day. Too frilly?”
Back on the sidewalk, he stops at a street vendor to buy a warm pretzel. An attractive girl is there as well.
“I know this pretzel. I think this guy shops at Costco and marks up 1,000 percent.”
He goes home to get his frisbee. He plans to meet a friend at the local park. On the way home, five more attractive girls ping his visual field.
On the walk to the park, two more attractive girls. He pretends to throw the frisbee to them.
“Catch! Ohh, too slow.”
At the park, he and his friend spend more time ogling the girls than tossing the frisbee. A throw goes astray and lands near the feet of an attractive girl.
“I had my buddy throw it near you on purpose. I’m smooooooth.”
After playing frisbee, he goes to dinner at a local cafe with his friend. An attractive girl serves them.
“I heard the waitresses here are good flirters. Ok, let’s see what you’ve got.”
Dinner ends, and his friend leaves. He goes to Whole Foods to pick up some smelly cheese and grass-fed beef for the week. On the walk to Whole Foods, three attractive girls and one incredibly ugly girl pass him.
Loitering in the cheese section, he notices one of his exes is there. He sidles up to an attractive girl rummaging through the assortment of goat cheeses.
“Hey, I just noticed my ex is here. Right over there. I’m going to ask you a favor. Pretend you’re flirting with me so I can make her jealous. I’ll return the favor by flirting back. Trust me, you’ll thank me.”
Back at home, cutting off a hunk of cheese and downloading new Yeah Yeah Yeahs music, he makes plans to hit the local social venue with his buddies. Once arrived, he orders drinks from the attractive girl bartender.
“Don’t think this means we have something going on.”
A few hours socializing and drinking, he has met and spoken with six attractive girls. Walking home later that night, he steps next to an attractive girl at an intersection.
“I like your hat. Very trendy right now.”
He goes home to sleep, a full day behind him.
The above did not actually happen. Or, more to the point, it is not an accurate depiction of a day in the life of the typical, average American man who wishes he could meet more women. The number of attractive girls he saw on that Saturday is realistic, but the number of those girls he spoke to is, woefully, not.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t have the wittiest opener, or the smoothest delivery. If you open your mouth and say something as benign as “Hi” to thirty-eight attractive girls on a single Saturday, you will have rocketed yourself ahead of 99% of men who passed by those same girls and said nothing. You would have brought yourself closer to sex with at least one of those girls that wouldn’t have been the case had you walked by them silently, cursing your inaction once the moment evaporated.
Now add in a little game. You’ve just hurdled 99.9% of men who pass by those girls without muttering a word on that typical, “boring” Saturday. Are you beginning to recognize just how powerful this stuff is?
Opportunity is everywhere for those with the eyes to see.