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Conspiracy of Deux

Something fascinating about girls is that they love to be a part of a conspiracy. Us versus Them. It is a phenomena which any one can take advantage of. It helps create a stronger connection between a guy and girl (or girl and girl for my bisexual/lesbian readers).

I am not sure why girls enjoy being a part of conspiracies, I’m sure there is evolutionary biological reason for this (cuckolding – beta provider, alpha genes) but it is something I try to incorporate when I spend time with a girl.

People Watching is the best way to do this. When ever I hang out with a girl a walk ensues. Once this happens I know that conversation will eventually stagnate and thus attempt to find a park bench in a high traffic area as quickly as possible. I take the lead and sit down. She will follow.

Now if you are out for the first time with her or even second, she may not sit close enough to you. She may keep the safe socially appropriate distance. The easiest way to conquer this is to lean over and whisper. She most likely will have a hard time hearing you and this allows you a non-threatening (sexless) reason to slide over to get closer to her. It is important that you have a good reason to whisper. Conspiratorial.

People whisper to avoid offending another party. This is good for you since you will be talking about people whom neither of you know. Public Access Television. As much as girls hate to admit it, they enjoy “shitting” on others. Use this to your advantage. Make funny comments that would embarrass the person if they heard it.
“Jesus, are those tights or leather pants? Horrid.”
“That guy looks just like his dog.”
“Jesus, that girl looks like Boy George”

The point is to not be mean spirited, but appear observational.

This is best done when conspiring about couples. I have noticed that the more awkwardness I point out between younger couples, the more the girl relaxes and adjusts her body in order to make us appear as if we’ve been together for a long time and have passed the awkward phase. Speed Dating. The nicer things you point out in older couples, the more receptive and willing to please she becomes. Mirroring.

Creating a conspiracy is not only a good technique at the dawn of a relationship, but can also be used to strengthen it.

This is best done when another suitor appears and attempts to maneuver into your girl’s circle. If you’ve been alpha all along, your girl will pick you over any guy (unless he out-alpha’s you. All part of the game). However she may enjoy the attention. Ego-Boost. The important thing is to not get jealous. Relationship Killer. Rather you need to work with her in order to create a conspiracy to “con” the other guy. Bonnie and Clyde.

Last spring I was hanging out with a girl in Queens. We had been seeing each other when ever I was in town. One night we were at a lounge and she was one of the most attractive girls in the venue. Vultures begin circling.

An hour in my girl was dancing on the dance floor alone, shooing guys who attempted to grab onto her. I have no fear. She came with me and I have no investment in her beyond a few fun hours. As I was watching her sway to the music I took a moment to scan the crowd. Threat assessment. I noticed the signs of a guy preparing himself to talk to her. Rattlesnake. I knew he would not be a challenge. His buddies were giving him the prep talk. He was holding a drink. Liquid Courage.

He of course missed the biggest signs of a girl being at a venue with another guy. She was not surrounded by females that appeared to be her friends. Girls at night travel in packs. She was not sitting by herself at the bar and thus wasn’t new to the neighborhood and hadn’t made any friends to go out with yet (unless a girl is really outgoing she will not feel comfortable to be dancing alone).

He simply saw her dancing alone and concluded she was alone. My smirk grew.

My girl walks up to the bar, I told her to get me a seltzer after she was done, and Player Boy sidles up to her from behind. Rookie mistake. Always approach a girl from a position where she can obviously see you, give her a chance to appraise you. Coming at anyone from behind is dangerous. Flight or Flee.

He begins to chat her up. The girl, bless her soul, is the type that feels bad shooting any guy that has the courage to talk to her and will continue the conversation. I see her tense up. Time to intervene. Don Quixote.

Now I could have came over and made a big deal that she was with me. This would have been pathetic. Instead I decided to alpha dog it. I come over to her, in eye range, and discretely pump my hand down a few times to let her know to slow down and let her know I am in control of the situation. I come up to her other side and ask the bartender for a seltzer.

I slowly turn around and make a comment about her earrings or necklace. I begin to chat her up. Lover Boy at first does not say anything. I am watching his face to see if he will leave or will engage me. His brow furrows. His facial muscles tense. Here it comes.

“You know man, its real rude to interrupt when two people are having a conversation.”
“My bad, I saw her earrings and thought that my mom would love them. Here let me buy you a drink.”

“Oh, it’s no problem man, appreciate the drink.”

I turn to the bartender and appear to order a drink for him, but theatrically I stop myself and turn to face him.

“Hey I have an idea, are you a betting man?”
“What do you mean?”
“How about this. I bet I can get this girl to say fifty words without the letter a in thirty seconds. If she can’t I’ll buy you guys two rounds. If she can, you cover my next seltzer. Fair?”

I can see his mind work as he attempts to figure out my angle. Naturally his mind isn’t creative enough to know how I am going to do this. He looks at her, she looks nervous and surprised. His fears of her being in on it are abated. There is no way she can say fifty words without the letter a in thirty seconds. He decides to take my bet.

My girl turns to me. Incredulity pasted on her face. My face impassive.

“So we’re cool. You win, you guys get two rounds. I win, seltzer?”
“Yeah man, its you’re money.”

I lean over to my girl and whisper “Count from one to fifty. Go.”

Smile etches onto her face. She starts. At thirty he realizes he’s been had. I leave them with seltzer in hand. A little later she comes over and has a mischievous glint in her eye for the rest of the night.

With a girl never play the same tune twice.

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