Imagine you wanted to subdue a powerful enemy and annihilate it completely. Will it make sense to tell your enemy the day and time in which you plan to do so? Or, perhaps, ask for permission to do so? If you want to be perceived as the all mighty, what purpose will it serve to be nice and proper? Pay attention now and listen to what happens in love when you are the first to wave the white flag and welcome the enemy into your land: You’re conquered, and no one will respect your power.
Have you ever said “hi” to anyone and get no response? Of course, you may have suffered rejection a thousand times before. It doesn’t begin in adolescence. It’s part of our formation and we come into full contact with it at a very tender age. The world around, especially our parents, have the duty to instill the social process. We become pleasers, and we no longer say things others may find offensive. And, of course, for good reason is that we do so. It’s not that we have to be troglodytes in our emotional quest, it’s just that attraction is a visceral response, a gut-wrenching feeling that can be artificially created by not being as polite as usual. Raised by women, we are most certainly vulnerable to them throughout our lives. Instead of softening our tone of voice, try keeping the same vibrant and exotic self-assured voice that you use with your friends, and don’t be as pleasing. Don’t spell out things for them completely, let them get lost when it comes to you and once they find themselves in foreign territory, strike. You don’t want to destroy them or put in place a dictatorship. Your job is to conquer them. The timing and place are a mystery. You should never say what you have in mind. Be verbally vague, physically evasive at times. Do not reveal your truest self to no one. Let them be intrigued, let them find you out, let them get lost in you. Others will rely on their imagination to make up for the lack of information, and we look always so much better in the fantasies of those who know the least of us.
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