Thursday, May 8, 2008

How To Meet Women

I was new to town, and feeling lonely. It's not that I didn't know how to meet women, but that I was in a whole different scene. You see, I grew up in a pretty small, but liberal town. Meeting women was easy in Northern California. There were local parties all the time, everyone knew everyone, and enough new people moved in and out to keep things interesting and fresh.

When I moved to New York City, however, understanding how to meet women became much more difficult. I had never really figured out how to talk to attractive women at bars. I was only a little shy, so that was not the issue. It is just that I was used to a more intimate environment. I knew how to meet women at local parties where I already knew many of the people invited, but approaching a stranger was a much more daunting task.

I tried every trick that I could imagine. I tried pickup lines, I tried dating services, but none of them worked. I even had my personal ad posted on how to meet women website, but nothing seemed to come through for me. Oh sure, I had a date now and then, and made some good friends, but my romantic life was rather bleak. I knew that if I did not learn how to meet woman soon, I would never find happiness in the big city.

Finally, I tried one of the self-esteem coaching schemes. I know that it sounds pretty silly, but I was desperate. You might think that I was acting like a sucker, but the speaker really seemed to know how to meet women. And you know what? The techniques that he showed me worked! They seemed kind of cheesy, and I was surprised, but soon I was able to approach any one that I wanted to. I was getting dates left and right.

The problem was that I had learned nothing about how to meet women that appealed to me. You see, the tricks and tips that I've learned do not work with women who are my type. Sure, it is easy to learn how to meet women who are easily impressed by a clever line delivered with self-confidence. However, women who are deep, intelligent, and soulful are not impressed by cheap male bravado, no matter what the salesmen of self-confidence will tell you. Perhaps I will have to move again.