Monday, 23 September 2013

Pook #51 - Ooh La La!

Ooh la la!

That is what is going through the Don Juan’s mind.

Ooh la la!

For this is the only thing that is in a Don Juan’s head when he is with the lovely young lady!

Lady La Hotness! Ooh la la!

“Monsieur Pook! Ooh la la!”

But many guys do not have ‘ooh la la’ in their heads. Rather, they have, “Am I funny enough? Am I interesting enough to her? Am I doing this correctly with no mistakes? Oh heavens, help me!”

There is no woman in front of such a male. No, the woman becomes something else, a harbringer of lost dreams, security for their emotions, or a magical device that will make them become cool. I cannot believe guys have such problems approaching women. What are they scared of?

“The thought of sex turn me to stone!” No wonder you stand there, gazing at your Medusa in such manner. Keep things in their proper spheres. When you go to talk to a woman, focus on the talking. When you go to date the woman, focus on the date. When you go to sleep with the woman… well…

Ooh la la!

When you are talking of her and thinking of sex, or having sex and focus on talking to her, you are not going to do either very well! When you kiss her, just think of kissing her. When you are approaching, think of talking to her.

But you protest…

Women and Happiness

You say: “My emotions are undone!” and you turn to a woman. But a woman is not a giant breast that fills itself with milk. Nor are the lacteal veins of such woman supplied with ‘happiness’ from a source outside herself. What you put into the woman is what you get out. And your view of women stuffed with this ‘happy juice’, this milk that swells the giant breast you yearn to suckle, is but a mirage, one that will lead you off the cliff. You have your ‘emotional owies’ and want to suck on femininity (no matter how much the femininity dribbles down your body) to nourish your ‘pains’. Women don’t want to be your mother. When guys go at women from this position, it is no wonder they fail (as they deserve to).

Women and Success

You say: “My life is in circles!” and you turn to a woman. But a woman is not, in herself, a torch of glory that shines her light abroad. No matter how much sex you have, no matter how many girls you go through, you still have to pay your rent, go to work, and labor to live. More girls will not transform your sorry life. Women despise boys that stay mediocre with no ambition, no plans, no goals, no dreams, and will leave them for MEN.

Women and Life

You say, “My life is boring!” and you turn to a woman. But a woman is not an entertainment center as evident by lack of a mute or even a good volume control. They do not turn on and off at the flip of a switch, nor is their programming run by a logical schedule. Healthy women will react to you, “What a bore you are!” and off they go to the nearest man who has his stuff together. The secret to interesting people is that they find interest in almost everything. What do YOU do? Sit and surf the Internet? No, remember the order of Live, Laugh, and Love. 99% of problems come from people mixing up the order, going for Laugh before Live, or Love before Laugh. Instead of focusing on girls to get a life, get a life and love will attend to itself.

Ooh La La to get the women!

First, you must talk to them.

“Madame, how do you do?”
“Very well! How are you?”

Women would prefer talking to anyone than be alone. So she will be receptive to you talking to her.

But how do you display your interest in her? With a sonnet? With a pick-up line? No, keep talking to her but channel your interest through your eyes.

First Channel: Eye Contact

“My, that is mighty weather we are having.”
“Yes, it is mighty weather indeed!”

Most women will notice your eye contact. (Remember, women love the eyes for a reason. The reason we know why is because that is where they first detect male desire.) They will think, “this is different. This guy is keeping eye contact.” Most males are too scared. So she will keep the eye contact and keep talking to you, as you have already touched something within her.

Eye contact is very important. You DO NOT stop it. You do not look gazingly into her eyes and then stop later on. You keep it up, displaying your desire for her, and you keep staring into her eyes even during intercourse (girls love it when guys stare at their eyes during sex for a reason. Why? Because female satisfaction is influenced by male desire. Sleep with her without looking at her eyes, she will feel used. If you’ve watched lesbians make love, you will find them constantly staring into each other’s eyes.)

Now, she will REALLY notice if you start asking about her.

Second Channel: Asking About Her

"Blah blah blah. Blah blah blah."

"Forget that, my dear, and tell me about you."

I used to think that by asking about her you are ‘attracting her’ by showing you are unselfish in the conversation. This is totally untrue. You are being ENTIRELY selfish because you want to get to know her. You are evaluating her. Why do you do this? BECAUSE YOU WANT HER.

By NOT asking about her, you will lose because you will not be thinking, “I want her” but rather, “I want her to want me!”.

To be male is to WANT, to be female is to be WANTED. Yes, girls go herd like after a guy but that is female competition, not true male attraction. When you REALLY WANT a girl, you will want to know everything about them: what their hobbies are, what are their plans for the future, what is their shoe size is, whether they can digest asparagus properly, these things you want to know.

Often, the girl will toss the question back. You reply simply and casually as possible. “Well, where are you working at now?” “I worked my way out of working.” And then you go to the next question. Don’t worry, she will ask it again if she wants to know. I like to give yes answers to their questions. One girl went, “Are you going to college?” “Yes.” Next year, when she saw me she knew to ask, “Where are you going to college?” When women like a guy, they remember everything about him.

You are not there to prove yourself to her. She is there to prove herself to you! If she likes you, she will start rambling out this information about her. What she likes, what she plans to do, her ambitions, so on and so on.

Third Channel: Touch

If you feel it in your gut, do it! If you do not have "Ooh la la" in your head, you will do something completely off. So touch her when you think you should, kiss here when you think you should, and so on.

Pook noticed the girl looked very cute and so took her in his arms.

"Ooh la la!" she squeals.

Pook noticed she sat there, babbling endlessly, so to shut her up he kissed her.

"Ooh la la!" she laughs, pulling away.

Ooh la la! That is my philosophy! Let it be written in the sky, written in the stars, so your mind will wash away those old toxic analyzations.

Ooh la la! And this is our mission and destiny. Some people have so confused the easy life and the hard life as to think that the path of security of walking on eggshells throughout life will make their life easier. But it is when you throw yourself into the fire that you learn everything.

Analyzations, good-bye! And self-doubt, farewell! No glory lives on the back of such. And Don Juan, dream on. Life awaits!

Ooh la la! Come sirs, drink this tonic I am handing you. No more doubts, no more 'what ifs', no more stupid suspicion of whether she is 'manipulating' us or not. Drink, drink, and put it down the hatch!

Ooh la la! Join me ladies, let us sing it together.

The ladies gather and squeak,

"Ooh la la!"

Say it again, ladies. Come on, one more time!

"Ooh la la!"

Oh, and there is a Nice Guy that has wandered into this post. Look, we can see the sweat of frustration popping from his forehead. Say it with me, Nice Guy, say it!

"Ooh la la!"


"Ooh la la!"

And, alas, several more beings of melancholy have stumbled into the post. Here comes forth a philosopher, so sad and teary eyed, not knowing what life is about. And, following him, is a seductionist, stuffed with analyzations and flowing electronic text, bitter that the 'reality' of women seem so 'horrible'. And there comes a young man who has lost the girl of his dreams, who doesn't realize that it was the dream that made her divine, not her making the dream, and he's green with jealousy, as he doesn't think he'll ever find another woman 'of his dreams'.

Come, sirs, you depress me. Say it together!

"Ooh la la!"

Again! Again!

"Ooh la la!"

You are going to approach a woman! What is on your mind?

"Ooh la la!"

Oh, and she is receptive to talking to you! Now what could you think?

"Ooh la la!"

You asked her out and she said yes! Now, what will be going on in your head on the marvelous and enchanting date?

"Ooh la la! Ooh la la! Ooh la la!"

You're kissing her! You're making out with her! She is getting undressed! My goodness! What is in your head?

"Ooh la la!"

Pity the fools in life, who martyr their love life on a calculus of analyzation! Go out there now with a smile on your lips and a spring in your step! Keep in mind this Commandment of Life. All together now!

"Ooh la la!"
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