Really hot girls like Marlon Brando.

I have only recently realised this when I re read The Game last week and the part where he watches ‘A Streetcar Named Desire’. Ever seen ‘A Streetcar Named Desire’? If you watch that film you will see EXACTLY what I mean.

I grew up in a hell of a rough town. I am 6 foot 3 but not particularly a fighter. So for me, I had to get very good at handling the escalation ritual to survive. If I got it wrong I used to take some beatings. And I did, until I got good.

I got used to being firm, intense, brooding and intimidating, but controlled. A look in the eyes like I am looking forward to whaling on them, at any second.

Like I can’t be controlled.

I adopt a fairly similar PHYSIOLOGICAL FEELING with VERY hot girls. It’s firm, intense and brooding. A look in the eyes like I am looking forward to fucking them, at any second. Like I can’t be controlled. That fire in my arms and chest that is close to exploding, I can feel it.  

Remember, there’s a difference between violent and exciting/dangerous. We’re not bullies, we’re artists, we’re actors; we create emotionally exciting and moving experiences for women in bars, bookshops, coffee shops, queues, trains, parks, the tax office.....

AND I am always, always smiling. I’m always warm, friendly. And the topic of conversation is always positive – I talk about my family, children I look after, I talk about my female friends I look after, the girls I live with, things that demonstrate time after time that I am a gentle, protective man. I’m not a menace.  

But I look at them with intent.

And I only do it with really hot chicks. If I don’t, then my hands shake and I stammer. I am shit scared of 9s and 10s, just like I was shit scared of the guys who were in the bars back in Burnley – but by calling on this animal, I have learnt to deal with it.

Once I reach hook point I start to tone it down and in comfort I am totally different. I behave more bookish and even mildly Clarke Kent when I do the ‘showing and sharing vulnerability’.

Interested in your thoughts. I am not suggesting you copy this, or advising it, I am just saying ‘Hey, this works for me, it’s got me results, God knows why!!’

Anyway. Let me begin with a recent FR where I adopted this whole attitude:

It was the last day of a two day boot camp. Myself and my wing Perry were in Cheers bar in the West End. We had 3 students with us and it had been a very productive night. Some decent sets and some brilliant work by the students. It had just turned midnight and we were ready to go and debrief. Everyone was smiling. There was a great vibe between us all.

Oh, before I start by the way, I saw Max, former Mystery Method in there too. He was working sets and he looked excellent. He was on his own sarging the bar and I absolutely loved to see someone so capable in action. I think it benefits the community to know when there exists a genuine first rate, 5 star PUA. I think he is one.

Anyway. Midnight, just about to go. And she walked in. She was taller than me. She had legs like you would not believe. And she was wearing a lace up Basque. I NEVER say 10. But Perry told me afterwards, she was a 10. The whole bar was watching her as she walked in. It took me a few seconds to regain my composure. We were all just saying, ‘wow look at that’, like proper AFCs.

And bang, in I went. If I didn’t, Perry would have done, I beat him to it by a split second.

I didn’t want to mess about. I was tired. I wanted to go home. So I went direct. I was scared so the adrenalin kicked in.

Tap on shoulder. She turned round.

Eye contact. I stared her down, I glared at her like I was about to knock her over. She wasn’t a 10. She was a pissed up builder who was going to belt me if I didn’t dominate him first.

Deep voice, slow.

Excuse me. I just had to say, you have the most pheeeeeeee nominal legs (pause) I have  .....    EVER...  seen. Then a BIG smile.

HB10: (Polite laugh). Ha ha. Thank you.

Me: (Cheeky face, whispered) Are they real? (props to Dave P for this opener, he was actually one of my students the night before, I am never to proud to learn from someone).

And I said this and smiled, half sneered at her like I was testing her. And stared right into her eyes. 

HB10: (Genuine laugh this time). Ha ha ha. Yes they are real!

Me: I have an antique billiards table at home (Is this a DHV!?!) with legs that aren’t as grand as those. (This could even be neg).

HB10: Starts to speak. She gets about a sentence out. I interrupt.

Me: Hey, sorry, I got to go to my club now (DHV). It’s a shame because if we had the time (I chose ‘we’ on purpose - it was a mutual thing that we were attracted) we’d have really got on well.

I moved to go.

HB10: Yes yes, it is a shame.

Jimmy: Sometimes, that’s life. (Big smile, punched her on the arm).

You have to note, during all this there was massive eye contact from me. I literally stared her down. I stood tall, a big deep voice. Every ounce of masculinity I posses, I put across to her. And kino. I touched her almost constantly.

And I walked off.

It was a gamble but I knew it was going to work. No man has EVER walked away from this girl. I was the first. I must be.

In my head I started to count to three. I didn’t even get to two. She grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

HB10: Wait!!! There is no way you can think you’re leaving this bar without me giving you my number.

Jimmy: To her friend:  We will be back in one moment. By the way, this is my best friend Perry.

Grabbed HB10s arm. Dragged her off.

I’ll fill you in on more later if you’re interested. The rest was just isolation, comfort for about 5 minutes. Nothing you don’t know about. Turned out she was a stripper at one of the big London clubs. Number close.