Inner Game, Lay Reports, Personal - Wednesday, February 24, 2010 6:20 - 10 Comments

The Greatest Feeling in the World

Seduction is 100% an emotional process. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. All of the lines, tricks, theories, fashion, frames and routines we learn and use are simply tools to create a desired emotional outcome — they’re a means, not an ends.

The Greatest Feeling in the World is when you and a woman are so intimate emotionally, that the physical limitations of your body become stifling. You yearn to melt one another and mix yourselves into some kind of concoction. Sex is a by-product of this process; the ultimate act of physical intimacy. A last-ditch effort to become one with one-another.

When you have The Greatest Feeling in the World, logistics fall by the wayside. The idea of LMR is as absurd as returning money you just won in the lottery. Cockblocks, if they even existed, would be helpless to penetrate your new-found love-bubble. Creating an entire system and library of pick up theory around the banal goal of simply fucking, sells ourselves short. It goes much further than that. Move the goal posts back: aim for the Greatest Feeling in the World, and sex becomes merely a pleasurable side-effect.

It’s always been assumed that it took dating someone months or even years to reach this place. But it can be reached in a matter of hours. And she doesn’t even have to speak your language…

11PM: Buenos Aires. Tourist bar. Mostly Europeans and a few Americans (boring), but also a smattering of South American travelers (more interesting). Quality is mediocre. I seek out the hottest girl there. Found her. She looks Brazilian — as only Brazilians have a smorgasbord of mixed genetics like her. Upon further inspection, she is way, way over-dressed for this place (typical Brazilian behavior) and doesn’t shy away from eye contact when made (only Brazilian girls do this).

She’s talking to two guys. Can’t tell if they’re with her or if they just opened her. I’m busy scavenging for munchies, as I hadn’t eaten yet that night.

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