Good pick-up artists, like magicians, know their quarry's "limits of perception" and can play "by sleight of hand" to impress them, and whip out a boquet of flowers. There is certainly a kind of language "and spirit" you use when one talks to women, not quite akin to drawing a line in the dirt to hypnotize a flapping chicken. . . . . but close enough. In all fairness, I've seen plenty of men "whose goose's were plucked" when a woman knew to lure them with nothing more simple than a wink or a fleck of her head when it just turned out, in the best case, that she was readjusting her contact lenses. Many a feller has been led to a watery grave with a trap-door "splash". . . . .

Women tend to see "the whole forest"-- a vague, nebulous shape of thoughts and feelings-- and can't make out individual trees of specifics, and tend not to point out some of the more humorous grotesqueries that makes teenagers-at-heart laugh like boys. The feminine mind is like vines, flowers-- a winding garden that approaches life from several communal perspectives. To the extent that a man must keep his ideas vague and positive to make the plants grow in the earth and sun, and withdraw his presence every-so-often so the woman hungers for his nurturing sustenance. An air of unpredictability and mystery excites her senses, and makes her want to be scooped up in your torrid embrace.

Truly, indeed. . . . . it is the secret of rhythm, of tension, that gives it back "just a little bit deeper" and lets her know "that she's the one".

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