Grant Adams, though I don't agree with everything he promotes, is one who emphasizes using words and a genuine caring heart for women, when it comes to maintaining attraction. Here is a copy of one of his recent experiences that I really love. Pay attention to his amazing choice of words in describing his circumstances and environment, the bantering he used with the dancer to start a conversation, and most of all the warmth we should have for ALL women that he emphasizes in the end!
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Her breasts burgeoned like two almond dunes from under white silk. Her thighs? Twin soft honey tubes flowing from under her tight,
high skirt. She couldn't have been more than 22, and, even though it was 6:30 in the morning, every man's attention followed her
across the airline terminal as if she were perfume in motion.
I brought my attention back to the ticket kiosk. I'd been dealt a middle seat so was requesting a seat change. The machine offered
me whole empty rows or an aisle seat next to two filled seats. This is where it gets interesting...
The night before I'd conducted an interview with Doc, who appeared in the book, The Game. He said his secret to knowing hundreds of
women was to always say "yes" to opportunity. "I am a yes man," he explained, "if someone invites me anywhere, I say yes. You never
know who you will meet, or to whom that person will introduce you."
So even though I wanted to sleep, I said "yes" to the aisle seat next to the two filled seats, rather than stretching out alone.
As providence would have it, Almond-Breasts was already curling up in the middle seat there with her equally slinky friend cuddling
into her shoulder by the window.
Women who look like these two (and dress like these two) are hit on ALL THE TIME -- as anyone who's been in my
HowToTalkToABeautifulWoman.com program knows. And they find it annoying.
So I nodded a simple hello, and joked with the guy behind me that she looked like a terrorist - something about her suspicious heels
"because no regular person would wear heels like that." She laughed. But I only gave her a brief glance.
We all slept and later in the flight, I brought her a blanket when I went to get water, commenting that I noticed she was pulling her
little white skirt down over her thighs every few minutes. Yes, I'd been watching.
She was grateful.
I said, "I'm a good daddy," meaning that it's natural for me to take care of people from being a father - but she smiled back as if
I meant it sexy. (By the way, there's a gift line for all you single dads out there.)
We started talking and when she peeled off her little sweater, I saw the tattoos. She told me she was only in Vancouver for a night
and I knew instantly she was an erotic dancer.
Naturally, I quite seriously asked if the two of them were accountants doing a one-night audit or lawyers doing some
depositions on a Saturday night. They looked at each other like I was nuts. Since they didn't get that I was playing with them, I
told them I knew they were dancers.
While her friend dozed, I told Almond Dunes about our project and did a full half hour interview about what guys do right and wrong
with her. You will read all the details in the handbooks I am writing based on my very, very difficult research. But for now,
know that she said the word for how men approach her is... annoying. The key she offered: be interested in her, casually at
first, like a friend, then more deeply if she responds.
After a half hour, she commented how great it felt to talk to me and invited me to join her at the neighborhood bar where she likes
to hang out. A few minutes later, she followed me through the gates at customs and giggled, "I'm stalking you."
Listen to women. Ask them real questions. They LONG to tell the truth to men, and it warms them to you.
Flash forward to my flight back to the States...
I had just completed a workshop that filled me with a bodily knowledge of just how precious every woman feels inside, no matter
how she looks. And also, of all the pain and hurt and contraction that women carry in their bodies from childhood, from adolescence,
from womanhood (more on that as we go along).
I sat, turned to the woman next to me, our eyes locked, and I said, because I meant it, "You are the most beautiful woman in the
world."
She smiled and then repeated what I said to HER girlfriend in the window seat. That woman nodded in agreement. Her girlfriend
hadn't heard me because she was about 80 years old.
And the woman next to me - also about 80. Her eyes were two smiles, her skin as delicate and smooth as paper. She possessed a
deep, deep beauty. And when I confessed my admiration for her beauty, she lit up like a 13 year old girl.
When I deplaned and found myself in the arms of a far younger beautiful lady, and told her this story, she melted. And for one
reason...
To be able to see into the beauty of any woman is to acknowledge the beauty of all women.
When you see into the beauty of the plain, the old, the too-young, the sullen, the damaged - you honor the deep beauty of the feminine.
When you deeply feel into any woman, you will love her like a lost daughter/sister.
And listen well: if you cultivate this ability, any woman who is worth knowing will find herself deeply allured to you for your expansive, peaceful, protective, grown-up, masculine heart.
Love into women's beauty.
And women's beauty will love into you.
To your success,
--Grant
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For more information on Grant, see one of my first blog entries.
