by Guest » Sun Dec 12, 2010 1:20 pm
Here is my online philosophy in a nutshell:
My profile exists to generate attraction and interest. My messages exist to establish a meeting time and place. So if I message a girl and she replies then I automatically assume she is interested and attracted to me. Therefore, I don't worry about generating attraction or interest in my messages. My messages are short, pleasant, low key, upbeat, lower case - they are not [I]try hard[/I] or [I]pick-up artisty[/I]. They are quite the opposite.
Nowadays my messages are never planned in advance. I used to send the same PUA'esque opener to all the girls, but that created too many messages back and forth. I want them out for a coffee and I want to do that in the shortest amount of time possible. Often I say some form of "hi" in the first message and I send out the invite in the second message. When they accept the invite I give them 2 times to choose from, usually monday at 8 or thursday at 8.
As for openers, I just say whatever I want. Even if it's just "hello there". I think about what I might say in person and use that. I wouldn't introduce myself with a paragraph, I would say "hi" and a quick something else.
I rely on a girl being interested in me from my profile. I make sure I have some great, fun pics and I make sure my profile is interesting. Up until a couple weeks ago my 'about me' section was a poem I found. I had almost zero information about myself and it worked like a charm. The poem was one I knew would draw an emotional reaction from the girls. I got many compliments and openers on it. I never said I wrote it, I never said I didn't write it, I simply placed it as my 'about me'. In case you wanted to read it, here it is:
ABOUT ME:
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, 'Yes.'
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.