She's Got A Boyfriend...Hooray, Hooray!
Four out of the last five women who have shared my bed all said they had boyfriends when I met them. To the best of my knowledge three actually did and one was completely fibbing. I really don’t care one way or the other. And when a woman you’d like to meet (and bed) tells you that she has a boyfriend, you shouldn’t care much either.
Whenever a woman tells me she has a boyfriend I hear the sound of a zipper opening. Here's why:
As I have often said to my Speed Seduction® students (yes, disclosure, I teach this), one of the key axioms for success with women (however you might define that for yourself) is this:
"You should seldom take a woman's first response to you as written in stone. It's almost always just a reflection of what she is thinking, feeling and perceiving in that moment, and is almost always subject to change".
All humans, male and female, run much of our lives on autopilot. Our responses are seldom deeply felt or thoroughly thought through. They are just what we've gotten into the habit of doing.
When it comes to dealing with the blizzard of stupidity that most men inflict on attractive women-- in an attempt to get into their panties--is it any wonder women have standardized responses that may not reflect their real situation? And is it any wonder that their real situation, e.g. actually having a boyfriend, may not reflect what would really please and fulfill them?
A mentor of mine once said, "Women are monkey-branchers. A monkey won't let go completely of one branch until she has her hand firmly gripping on the next one."
That guy was right. And he got laid. A lot.
If you want to sleep with much younger women then you definitely do NOT want to be the boyfriend. Let HIM be the one who takes her out, spends lots of money, picks her up from the airport, etc. You be the guy who enjoys teaching her all the kinky stuff that Mr. Perfect can't even imagine.
I'll never forget a lovely 23 year old California Pizza Kitchen waitress who was living with her "boyfriend" during our one-month affair. One day, after going at it on my living room floor, she looks at me, and quite without any guile, says to me, "Can you drop me off at home now? My boyfriend is taking me to the movies in half an hour."
It doesn't get much better than that.
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