The ultimate key "to talking to girls", I've found-- is to keep a bit of "an objective air" and to remove oneself as much as possible from the world of "self-absorption", usually centered more upon "me, Me, ME" and how oneself feels-- "neurotic", "inferior", ect.-- instead of on the needs of the wonderful young lady you spy and wish to gamble your chances, dealing in the currency of a social capital borne of a confidence you have no problem risking.

If you have ever been down to the St. Louis zoo and seen the "big cat" rocks, where the lions and lionesses make their home and chill like "a key object lesson". What you will notice, is that these animals are a part of nature, just like we are, and remain supremely unbothered by most extraneous details. They lounge, they stretch, they hop up on a tree with brisk muscularity. . . . . and through it all, they seem extremely unbothered by the cares of modernity and fashion and cell-phones and the "cat-walk" dance-thump of the hippest, hottest music and movies and other such media-generated non-sequitors rolled out on television like an unfulfilling digital feast "of where it's at", but yet leaving you emptier and more alienated "for the wear" like crummier doofuses tittering at their own inferiority.

Yet, if you can abstract the scene "of the big cat rocks" and apply it to most of humanity as it goes about its business, you will see striking parallels. . . . . the stillness and indifference that marks most of the machinations of this world.

Action/Reaction. . . . . and for us here today, the subject of "attraction".

If you get a lionesses' attention, perhaps lay down a trail of meat, or wave about a colorful scarf, it might convince itself to follow you because she finds it in her self-interest. You have an offer, and she finds it "tantalizing". Maybe enough to understand that an alliance of mutual shared interest may be at hand, which is the very definition of "a relationship".

But hark! A man must have "something to show for himself". Might is what makes the world go around, like gravity-- credibility-- an accumulation of muscle, wealth, skills, talent, momentum, strength. And unless he is seen as being "powerful" in some way, which shines through in his level of purpose, direction, and confidence-- a woman is not going to judge him "very high" as A) Her provider or B) The father to her children.

And nothing turns a woman off more than a man's pesky neediness, hopping after her single-mindedly like a small, flightless bird without arms. . . . . to be picked up, cradled, and mothered because otherwise they know out there "they will be eaten" by predators.

Boys like this "who were never taught to be men", or to bear down with a craft or a skill, often become minor nuisances whose enthusiasm "gets the better of them" and then, once chastened, fall deeper into pornography and internet junkieism and a drifting, spiraling path into no-man's-land of suing multi-player video game companies and looking at doctored photos of Audrey Tatou's skimpy ass-crack.