From the Chateau: Chicks dig jerks.
Chicks deeply dig stone cold killer jerks.
Chicks secretly want you to be the killer of their sexual fantasies.
Reader Dirty Old Man provides context,
I got a shit test from a 20 something woman who found me intriguing and needed to imagine me as “dangerous.” She asked, “Have you ever killed anyone?”
I thought it through and responded, “I have never killed anyone that did not deserve it or that would be missed.”
“GREAT answer,” she said.
The fact that this sort of thing happens as often as it does is interesting. I have had young girls say to me on more than one occasion something to the effect, “You are kind of a bad-ass, aren’t you?’
I am 5’8” bald, 50, a buck-‘fiddy’, and generally unarmed. They see what they need to see to make their attraction make sense.
“generally unarmed”. heh. That coda is the heart of the matter. Women want to be seduced by a powerful alpha male, and they will be complicit in their own seduction.
Comments:
* During the time the television show Dexter was big I was chatting with a few co-workers. Generally, I am a quiet individual and the woman I was chatting with came up with this thought that, because I was a quiet individual, perhaps I was a “Dexter” type of individual. She was very excited about it when she thought of it. Like there were some tingles going on.
* The less you say, the more her imagination can run wild. And that’s more powerful than ANYTHING you can come up with.
* CM, it needs the right body language to go with it. No nervous mannerisms, no squeaky voice, no furtive eyes. Instead, relax, breath deeply from your diaphragm, force your voice to be as deep and as sonorous as possible, speak slowly, and when you reward her with eye contact, stare forcefully into her eyes.
* I convinced German au pair girlfriend that I killed a leftwing communist with rat poisoning when I was living in the city that I met her in. I obviously didn’t do it, but she thinks I did.
Her: “You shouldn’t have told me that. I can’t be with you.”
You: “You’re just going to have to deal with it, babe. He deserved it.”
And then everything was absolutely back to normal between us. Imagine that.
* Tiny drops, and I mean tiny drops of red wine (mere flecks) on your shirt and women will notice.
And ask if its blood. And won’t believe you when you tell them that its wine (or even better “grape juice”).
