Here’s a quick little post for all you dudes.

Bros.

Guys.

All you who go out to clubs on a Friday and Saturday night, or even bars.

For those of you I’m talking to, you think about what you need to say.

You’re spending your evening basically chasing words.

You’re no different than a dog who’s chasing his tail, or more like your Rottweiler whose tail is cut off and you’re still chasing an imaginary fucking tail around and around in circles.

If you’re going out to the club and you’re thinking about what to say to a drunk, inebriated girl, then you basically might as well just stay home, watch porn, jerk off, and really save yourself a couple hundred dollars.

Because when you chase words, it means that you’re in your head.

The thing I used to do all the time when I went to a club or a bar is find my position.

I own my position.

I stay in position.

I stare down who I wanted to meet.

She would look at me. I wouldn’t look down at the ground and think to myself, what words do I need to use to get her attention?

All I would do is, take my little finger, and I’d roll it towards her, and I’d loop this back and forth so she’d come over. She’d come over and I’d look at her, and I’d say hey.

She said hey back.

I’d say something like, “Listen, I’m getting out of her, I’m getting bored. I’m getting your number, and you and I are going to hang out during the week.”

She would give it to me on a slip of paper. I’d take the slip of paper, put it in my wallet, and then shake, shake, shake her hand, give her a little bit of a hug, and I’d call her the next day.

And guess what happens?

She’d be going out with me, getting inebriated drunk with me on a Wednesday night.

It’s not what you say.

Stop chasing your words. Stop thinking that there’s magical things to say.

You’re in a bar. Women are drunk, if she’s looking at you, she’s attracted to you. All you need to do is get her to come over, get her number, and leave, which will give her the idea that you’re some cool guy who came there just to meet her.

So it’s some major fucking crazy chick story about how you came there to meet her. Then, you’ll text her later that night and ask her if she’s having fun.

Or text her the next day and tell her it was great meeting her. You’ll get together with her.

It really is that simple. So stop chasing words on a Friday and Saturday night. Just go get drunk, have fun, stare down who you want, pull them over, get their number, and leave. Take your fucking eight cylinder fucking muscle car and get the hell out of there. It really is that simple.

I can go in-depth and I can give you 1,000 words on on a Friday night. But why don’t you just try this simple approach?

By trying this simple approach, guess what will happen? You won’t be chasing words any more.