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I. Monkey Hear, Monkey Feel Many years ago, I was sitting at a café when a fairly average looking man in his late thirties sat down nearby a striking young blonde of nineteen or twenty. She paid no attention to him. Within a few minutes, though, he had started telling her of how she resembled a friend of his in college. He went on to talk about how much he’d loved college, and how much he’d enjoyed traveling when in college, and how much he’d enjoyed meeting people in college, and how much he’d enjoyed travelling and meeting people and getting laid when in college. He went on and on, talking about how friends of his had travelled to Berlin, and been picked up by strangers; how he had gone to Paris, and been picked up in a café; how wonderful it was to suddenly become attracted to a stranger. He proceeded to recount increasingly improbable stories he’d read, he claimed, in the newspaper, of a drunken man climbing in the wrong window and making love to a woman not his wife; of a woman who decided to quit her boring job and start her own business, the moment she found herself falling for a stranger who entered her workplace one day; of a rock band questioned by the police because of sex acts they were alleged to have performed with groupies during a public performance. Etc. The stories this fellow told were increasingly unrelated; in fact, they were linked only by their theme: Sex. And was the young lady upset or embarrassed by this? Well, her face and upper chest were certainly red. And she began to quiver in her seat. And she often seemed to stop breathing entirely. And her mouth was slightly agape, and her pupils looked as big as nickels. So, no, she wasn’t upset—she was really turned on. In time, when the man’s friend and ride appeared, such that the man had to go, the girl ripped open her purse and hurriedly scribbled her number without the man even asking for it. She made him promise to call her. As you can imagine, this incident gave me some food for thought. In case you’re wondering, the man’s success in this case wasn’t dependent on extraordinary luck—the chance of finding the one woman in a million aroused by such talk. Actually, very very few women won’t be. When I have free time, I go to a bookstore or a college campus, find a pretty girl I’ve never seen before—and one, frankly, who likely is not in the least bit attracted to me--, say things that would have seemed preposterous to me even a few years ago, and thereby get her so worked up I can play with her body, then and there, to my heart’s delight. Words are tools for giving other people new experiences; if someone else hasn’t seen a whale rise up and spout water into the air, yet you have, you can put the things you saw, heard, and felt at the time into 5 words, convey these words to your listener, and your listener will begin to imagine the experience. As he or she begins to imagine the experience, he or she will begin to feel some of the sensations described, because the unconscious mind must identify with an experience, must feel it, in order to understand it. As it happens, the approach taken by the man with the young blonde was successful—but it was also terribly, terribly inefficient. You can arouse women much more quickly, and this book will show you how.
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