3 Things You Need To Start A Conversation With A Pretty Girl

How do you start a conversation with a really pretty girl. If you are like most guys, probably the thought of being in a situation where you have the possibility of talking to a really beautiful girl you don’t know, makes you nervous. That’s OK, there’s nothing wrong with that…unless you become her personal stalker.

In order to start talking to a really pretty girl and have real chances with her, you need to have three things:

1. Confidence

2. A funny line or just a line that will break the ice

3. Be able to keep eye contact.

Why am I writing all this? Well, I guess I do have too much time in my hands, and it gives me the opportunity to learn; remember every time you teach someone something, you also learn from it.

The first thing you need to be able to talk to a really hot, I mean really really really hot girl and not your average “she is fine” kind of girl, is confidence. That’s the most important part of them all.

Most of us guys when faced with talking to a pretty girl become nervous, and if we do end up talking to her, we come across as if we were afraid of her.

That’s not the case whatsoever. Most guys are nervous because they don’t know what to tell this beautiful girl or how she is going to react. No one ever taught us what to tell a beautiful girl to make her be attracted to us. Sure, you can fallow the advice 99% of the girls give and “be yourself”, “take her out to a nice place” “give her compliments” and all that crap. But has any of that ever worked? It never did for me…and I’m sure I’m not an isolated case.

Be confident when talking to a pretty girl. If you have a funny line be confident it will make her laugh. If you ask for her phone number, be confident she will give it to you when asking. They can sense if you’re nervous. Just relax and have some fun.

There’s a deeper and more complex side to being confident. It relates to being a real man and what it means. Since this is David DeAngelo’s work, I’m going to refer you to him and watch his video “On Being A Man”. You can you tube it. The one I found consist of 7 parts of 10 minutes each. Worth seeing them. I guess that’s all I can say about being confident for now. David DeAngelo is the guy to go to here.

You are also going to need either a funny line, or just a line that will break the ice. Funny lines work better than your average “Hey Baby, can I buy you a drink?” because if you get her to laugh, you would had make her relax. Laughing is a away to relief stress and being stress free is a key part when meeting new girls. I could and probably should give you some of my personal funny lines or “ice breakers”, but if I did so, you probably would never buy David DeAngelo’s book. Read his work. I’m not the kind of guy who follows advice often, but I sure am glad I read his work.

You don’t need a funny line to start talking to a beautiful girl. Even a simple “Hello, how are you?” will do the trick. Sometimes the most simple things can give the best results. All of this is based on results. Do what works.

However, I suggest using funny lines, that way you’ll be able to weed out the stuck up bitches with no sense of humor. There’s lots of them out there. And it is really hard to distinguish them from the nice girls, the kind every guy likes, just by looks.

The 3rd thing you’re going to need when starting a conversation with a beautiful girl is being able to keep up eye contact. Some guys would say that if you look at one girl in the eyes for more than just a couple of seconds, or turn away after she does, you will come across as a pervert who intimidates girls. The reality is quite the opposite. Normally the kind of guy who can’t hold eye contact with a girl comes across weak…and this is the kind of guy who actually grosses girls out. They go: “What? Why can‘t you be a man?”. The last thing you want from a girl, is to think you’re weak, either mentally or physically.

I would like to take the opportunity to greet the member gsb89 who has criticized me so much for looking into the eyes of girls when I’m out fishing. I guess you will never experience that thrill of holding eye contact with a beautiful girl. She will hold eye contact, then turn away, one second later, she falls into your eyes again and becomes nervous. Then you deliver your “line”…she laughs and is calm again. After 5 minutes of talking, you leave with her e-mail/phone number. Yes loser, that’s what holding eye contact can do for you.

From 1st hand experience I found out some girls will look you in the eyes for a really long time. 7 or 8 seconds. That can mean one of these two things: she is testing how strong you really are, or she just felt in love with you. Whatever the case is…don’t fucking turn away before she does. Let her know you are the man and the eyes of a girl won’t intimidate you.

Holding eye contact gives out the message “I’m strong, and I’m not intimidated” Girls are looking for guys like this, who can’t be intimidated by getting into a fight with a huge guy or by talking to a pretty girl. Why do you think the “nice cute girl” always falls for the “bad ass bully”? Think about it. Now it’s time to start acting like a man and less of a girl. As David DeAngelo puts it “It is ok to be a man” We don’t need to be super sensitive and be in touch with our feminine side.

Well, there you have it. To start a conversation with a pretty girl you need three things:

Confidence

A funny line or just a line to break the ice.

Be able to keep up eye contact.

Thanks for taking the time to read my blog.

new look

After listening to G's advice, I've cut my long hair and now it looks like Aaron Diaz in this video. So far I've found out younger girls tend to like it more than older girls. Maybe I should keep this hair cut a little longer. I do have to spend less time getting ready everyday.

Yes, with the "lines" in the sides of the head and all.

Pretty cool, eh?

Followers

I wonder why so many people read my blog in a regular basis, but they choose not to follow publicly. Strange, isn't it?

Reflexions

Today I woke up with a headache. It always happens when I fall a sleep late. Even when I was in bed I couldn’t fall a sleep. I was thinking about a girl I met last night when I went fishing.

I was sitting in my table in the café. She came in and sat right behind me. The minute she walked in I knew I was going to talk to her. She had short brown hair with light blue eyes. I’d say about 5’ 5” and 130 lbs.

After she sat down, I waited a couple of minutes before turning back and start my “routine”. I decided the time was right. Turned around, looked her in the eyes and delivered my single most successful A-material line.

She responded the right way. I quickly looked at the stuff on her table…you know, to get material to work with. I see a pack of cigarettes, and suddenly something happened. I didn’t want to keep talking to her even when everything was going the right way.

I could had ask her so many things. I could had make her laugh. But I just let her go. Ended the conversation abruptly with an “Ok, I’ll see you later” and went back to my drawings.

Late last night I was thinking if I’ll ever meet a girl who will actually make me feel butterflies in my stomach. I haven’t feel that in a long time. Heather and Erin were the two girls that kind of made me feel that way. Gabriela, back in junior high school, made me feel that too, but eventually she didn’t turn out to be how I consider her to be. So the only two who really count are Heather and Erin.

Strangely they both looked alike. White, brown hair; Heather has light brown eyes while Erin has brown-green eyes. And strangely enough, they both come from German families. However, Erin identifies more with her Irish heritage more than Heather did with her Italian/British one. Heather was 21 and I was 19. And I was with Erin when she was 21 and I was 24. I wonder if I’ll meet another girl like them when I’m 29.

I don’t know where this post is going. I guess today I’m feeling a little depressed for not finding “the right girl” last night. But who knows, maybe I’ll find her today. After all, the day is just starting.

Maybe today I’ll run into another hot blonde and end up in a date with her. You never know what life has in store for you two hours from the present.

Taco Adventures

Me and my partner had ordered a “burrito de asada” each. I was at the table already because I had washed my hands in the restroom first. I was waiting for her to appear. I noticed her when we drove in front of the place. She is new. I needed to know “her story”

She was cleaning the tables. She gets right in front of me, but even when I looked at her face trying to meet her eyes, she didn’t look at me; as if I wasn’t there. She leaves.

My partner comes out and sits. We started talking about work stuff.

One of the waitresses comes to the table with our orders. “Hola muchachos, como estan?”

We talked and she made sure the orders were right. “So, what’s up with the new girl?” I asked.

She smiles and says. “Esa esta mas cerca de ser la patrona que nadie mas” “Es la nuera del mero-mero”

Which in English means: “She is the one closest to being the boss than anyone else. She is the owner’s daughter in law”

After that I knew I would be better off leaving her alone. Decided to enjoy my burrito. I always get an extra serving of salsa roja. I got up and went to get it. I was about to get to the salad bar and I see her, she is looking at me, but I don’t look at her. Got my salsa roja and went back to my table.

We were eating when she starts to sweep the floor near us. Our eyes met and I quickly said “Hi. How are you?”

She looks at me and smiles. Says “I’m fine”. All of it in Spanish. I was going to start my “routine” on her right there, but something stopped me. Probably the rumor of knowing she is taken. She left without saying anything to me.

We ate and talked for a while. Got up and went to pay. My partner was talking to the cashier. Suddenly she comes out with an order in her hands; asks me if it is for me. I looked into her light brown eyes. I felt chemistry between us...as if I could just walk up to her and start talking as if we were long time friends.

“No, maybe is for him” pointed at a guy in a table all by himself. She went up to him and it wasn’t his order either.

She doesn’t look older than 20. Rumor has it, the son of the owner’s place paid about $5000, yes 5 fucking dollars, to bring her from Mexico; and that she came from Mexico already pregnant.

She doesn’t look pregnant. Rumors are rumors after all. She is about 5’ 3” and about 120 lbs. Really pretty, and as I’ve mentioned, with big light brown eyes. Fair skin and brown hair.

I don’t know if the rumors are true or not. I don’t know when we will back to that place, but one thing I’m sure of, and that is I’m going to learn from her lips if the rumors are true.

By the way…this is the same taco place where the owner’s younger daughter kind of “hit on me” some months ago.

Halloween 2009

My name is Juang. I am a 25 year old guy. I live in Los Angeles. Los Angeles is a city in California. California is a state in the United States. The United States is a country in the world. The world, earth, is the 3rd planet from the sun in our solar system. The solar system is in the universe. And the universe is everything and nothing at the same time.

Today is October 31, 2009 and the time is 8:23 pm. I am writing in my computer. To my left is my cat Tomas. Tomas is sleeping. I’m watching ice skating in TV. I’m not paying much attention, but an Asian looking girl with a red skirt is doing her routine. I am writing in my computer because I’m bored. I already played two chess games against the computer. I won one and drew the other.

I am bored and I don’t know what else to write. Right now, I could be getting ready to go to a Halloween party. Lth and Iv threw a party in their house and since I…Akiko Suzuki was the name of the girl doing the ice skating thing…ok back to the Halloween party. I could be getting ready to attend Lth and Iv’s party because I designed the invitations and Lth personally invited me about a week ago when me and S picked her up at work because she got in a nasty fight with her manager.

Their parties are very good. I think back in June I went to a couple of them. In one I “hooked up” with a girl named P. We danced reggeton all night. You know, my thing touching her thing. My hands all over her and her hands all over me all night…just like in the old days when I used to party about every weekend in the clubs of LA. I think I posted what happened in that party, I don’t remember. If I didn’t, please let me know and I’ll let you guys know all about it.

In another of Lth and Iv’s parties I met a cute girl who looked white but turned out to be Hispanic…and she looks the way I like them. Fair skin with dark eyes and hair. I posted that story. Remember? The one where I was getting kind of close to the girl, and she was letting me, and all with her boyfriend at the same party. Now do you remember? Since then I haven’t seen her. Maybe she is going to this Halloween party and I’m here at home with my sandals, and my Barcelona short on. And don’t worry, I’m not wearing socks with sandals. But who cares, she already has a boyfriend. There’s no point of “dating” a girl who has a boyfriend. I learned my lesson with Sandra.

About an hour ago I got a text message from G. He wanted me to go with him and his girlfriend to West Hollywood to the Halloween Carnival at Santa Monica. I asked who else was going. He said AM (the girl from the Colombian Festival post…if you haven’t read it, go ahead and do so. The title is “AM and the Colombian Festival” or something along those lines) and some other people I didn’t know were coming too. After hearing the name AM I completely discarded the idea of going with them.

I just don’t like that girl. I don’t know why. She is nice and sweet and all, but I just don’t like the idea of being in the same room she is in. Not too long ago, when P came from Arizona and “the gang” got together, we took G’s girlfriend to a party in Eagle Rock. I got a “sick” feeling in my stomach when she commented AM was going to be at the party. Thank god I didn’t see her.

Why is this happening? Maybe I’m in love with her? Nah. Maybe is just me and my tendency of being a rebel. Since everyone likes her a lot, I do the opposite without any motive. Heather once told me “why do you always have to be such a rebel?” Back then I didn’t give her an answer because I didn’t have one…years later, I’m asking that same question to myself…and I still have no answer.

I know I have chances with AM. Back at the Colombian festival it only took looking into her eyes, a smile, and taking the initiative to have her sleeping in my chess after not really talking to her all day long and saying “no” every time she asked me if I wanted something. Do you want water? No. Are you hungry? No. I remember once she was eating some Colombian dish or something. Looked at me, took the spoon and with a big “good girl” smile on her face she tried to feed me. I just turned away and kept walking. I didn’t even turn back to see what her reaction had been. Ha ha ha. I was such an ASS. Life is fun when you're an ass, don't you think?

Still, after doing stuff like that, at the end of the day, she was sleeping in my chess and I had my arm around her as if she was my girl. A simple strategy that got me results: looking into her eyes, a smile, and taking the initiative. I know she enjoyed it when I played with her hair.

You know…maybe that’s why I don’t like her…because she is just too easy. Vieja puta…I could fuck her the day I want! Ha ha ha.

Right now the time is 9:53pm and S texted me. He wants to go to Lth and Iv’s party. I don’t feel like going; he says Ch is already there. I really don’t feel like going out. Maybe I’m getting old. Or maybe I’m getting tired of always meeting sluts at parties. It is like dating an actress…first it is a dream come true, then it turns into a nightmare.

Poema a Gabriela

Ya no estaba ahí, estaba en otro lugar. Un sitio obscuro en donde sólo había un sillón de terciopelo rojo frente a una televisión antigua; que era la única luz en el lugar. Volvió hacia el televisor. El equipo rojo se jugaba la final del ascenso y con el marcador empatado, embatía la puerta del equipo visitante.

Por alguna razón dio vuelta a su derecha y notó que del otro lado del sofa de terciopelo rojo estaba Gabriela, quien lo veia fijamente. El ruido del televisor lo distrajo, pues el delantero del equipo local habia fallado solo frente al portero en los segundos finales del encuentro.

Volvió de nuevo hacia Gabriela; súbitamente se dio cuenta que ahora ella estaba sobre él. Sus manos al rededor de su cintura y las de ella al rededor de su cuello. Le preguntó dónde había estado y por qué había tardado tanto.

Antes que pudiera responder, ella añadió que eso ahora ya no importaba pues estaban juntos y el tiempo ya no iba a correr.

El Irapuato ascendía a la primera mientras él la besaba.