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THIS WEEK'S WEEKEND WINGMAN
How to Net that Girl You Always Wanted in High School
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Hello JOHN,

You’re about to enter the world of one of Stylelife's
coaches.

Evolve’s Field Reports always provide a boost of
inspiration and contain great tips that you can apply
right away to improve your game. So for part two of
"The Sneak’s peak" into the Stylelife Elite forum,
you'll read one of his gripping stories...


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There's No Place like Home
by Evolve
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It was 1 A.M. The snow was piled up on either side of
the entrance to Donavan's. I looked over at Tommy. We
were cold, tired, and wet. It had been snowing for
three days. We had spent the night meeting girls in
bars all over New Haven. Each of us had a pocket full
of phone numbers written on little torn pieces of
paper.

"I've lived next to this place my whole life and I've
never been here before." I said to Tommy.

"Really? It's the place where all the kids we went to
high school with go."

"Yea, that's probably why. Scared I guess. Didn't
want to feel the same way I did in high school. Oh
well." We pushed the large wooden doors open and
walked in.

Tom was right; this place was full of locals, mostly
people who I hadn't seen since high school. The last
time they saw me I was wearing knee high boots
equipped with upside down crosses, Lee Press-on nails
(which I had sharpened into claws), and red contact
lenses. I was 6' tall, 130lbs, my head was shaved, my
skin was sickly pale, and I was severely asthmatic. I
was socially awkward and afraid of most women. I
stunk of nerd from too many hours of video games and
D&D. It had been six years since they'd last seen me.

I was different now. I was wearing a red button up
with a red and black striped tie. I had Stitch jeans.
My hair was longer, my eyes were brown, my nails were
manicured, and I weighed about 170lbs. I was tan,
athletic, and had cured myself of asthma with
meditation and a strict workout routine.

Thanks to The Art of Seduction, The Game, and the
internet, I had a whole new view of the social world.
I was no longer the awkward creature of the night
that I once was. My new D&D character was named
Evolve and his battlefield was every bar and club in
town.

Without hesitating I opened a set. "Hey guys, listen,
I can't stay long, I've been arguing with Tom the
whole ride down here about something and I need
your opinion."

One of the girls, the brunette, recognizes me,
"George? No way! How's it been? You look great..."

Her skin was naturally dark. She had full lips, large
breasts, and big pretty eyes, with a little beauty
mark on her face. She sat taller than everyone else,
even though she was probably the shortest in the
bunch. Her voice was loud and her facial features
were expressive. I could tell by her body language
that she was the outgoing one. I had a crush on her
in high school, but I never had the guts to say
anything to her. Now, with my new skills, style, and
confidence, I knew she would be attracted to me.

I cut her off, "I know. It's been awesome. Long
story...anyway...here's the question. If a girl is
throwing a bachelorette party for a friend is it
better to get a male stripper or female stripper?"

Immediately, the girls began to respond and
eventually the guys joined in.

I added to the conversation by saying, "Tom says male
because that's what's traditionally done. I say
female because most women are more comfortable around
female strippers."

As I spoke, I pulled out the open chair in between
the women and sat down.

Tommy walked up and asked, "Hey were you guys just
talking about the..."

I turned to face him and continued his sentence,
"...the strippers at a bachelorette party. By the
way, I'm sure you guys remember Tom, he's made of
magic."

He turned and began talking to the girl closest to
him. I could tell he was running the cube by the way
the girl was staring at him. Eyes glazed over and
focused on every word he was saying.

"What's he doing?"

"It's really cool. It's a psychology game we learned.
Basically, you can discover a huge amount of
information about someone by having them tell you
about a cube in a room. Maybe I'll show it to you
later. It's extremely awesome." She was sitting to my
right. I faced slightly away from her, leaning back in
my chair.

Excitedly she said, "I want to play."

"Nope. First, tell me about yourself. How have you
been since high school? Also, promise me that if the
story doesn't begin with, 'I'm moving out of this
town', you'll just lie and say it anyways." I turned
my head and looked away from her.

She laughed and told me a long story about her future
plans. After about five minutes I started getting
bored. "Let's go play that game." I suggest we go
upstairs first letting her know "It's quieter there.
It will be easier for you to concentrate." She
nodded. I grabbed her hand and took her up to the
second level. No one was there and it was dark - the
perfect place for isolation.

She sat down and I pulled a chair up next to her and
began to run the cube. As she answered my questions
about cubes, ladders, storms, and horses, I'd make
little comments to tease her. When I finished she was
giving me the doggy dinner bowl eyes.

She asked, "Where did you learn this?"

I started the story off by telling her about my life,
the changes I've made, and the lessons I've learned.
I spoke slowly and softly. Her hand was now on my
leg. I talked about how I was working in a lab at
Yale, about some of my crazy college experiences, and
what my goals are for life. The stories displayed
value, expressed my passion for life, and conveyed that
I had a set of goals. She was hanging on every word.

Next, I asked her when her birthday was. I found out
she was an Aries and I told her about how I had been
studying astrology for three years. I made plans to
do a chart reading for her during the week. We traded
phone numbers and continued talking.

"So is there anything you haven't studied?" she
inquired.

I smiled, "No, but there are one or two things that
I'm not perfect at."

"Oh really? Like what?" she said sarcastically.

"Sarcasm huh? Well I guess you'll never know now,
jerk." I turned my back on her.

She grabbed my shoulder and turned me around. "Ok!
Ok! Tell me."

I lightly pushed her, the way an older brother would
push a bratty younger sister, "I'll tell you but you
just lost five points, you're not doing so well, keep
that in mind next time you decide to give me sass."

She pushed me back, "I lose five points?! You lose
five points!"

"Listen I make the rules! And now you're down another
two points."

We squinted our eyes at each other for a moment.

"Salsa dancing.”

"What?" she tilted her head.

"Salsa dancing. I need help with my salsa dancing.
Two of my friends at college were teaching me how to
dance and I have no one to practice with now that I'm
home. So we're going to practice right now. Right
here." I placed my hand on hers.

She squeezed my hand in compliance and said, "No way.
I don't know how to dance."

"Listen. You're going to dance if you want those five
points back. Now stand up." I squeezed her hand and
stood her up.

"Ugghh. Fine." She stood up and stomped her feet like
a little kid who doesn't want to do what she's told.
I knew that secretly she loved every minute of it.

I showed her the basic footwork, and then showed her
how to do a spin. Eventually we decided to try a
harder move that consisted of three spins and some
difficult footwork.

I could feel the sexual tensions between us.

I spun her and dipped her. When she came back up her
face was right next to mine. I could tell that she
wanted me to kiss her so I hesitated then let her go.
This made her feel awkward, like she was somewhat
unwanted.

Immediately she wanted to go downstairs. The bar was
closing and we had been upstairs alone for over an
hour. We decided to go down the stairs toward the
back of the building. It was a dark alleyway. On our
way down the narrow staircase I stopped and looked at
her. "So you guys are still the dorks you were in
high school. Wow."

She laughed, "You jerk." Then she tried to punch me
in the chest. I grabbed her arm and pushed her up
against the wall. I pinned her hand above her head
and kissed her passionately, just like I'd seen in
every James Bond movie.

"Ok, let's get you back to your friends, dork." I
turned my back on her and walked down the stairs.

She lightly punched me in the shoulder as she called
me a "jerk" under her breath.

She loved it. I could tell. Her body language and the
change in her voice told me she had a school girl
crush and was still trying to act tough. It was cute.

Tom was still sitting at the table. Everyone was
having a great time. I handed her back to her
friends.

I waved to the friends as Tom stood up, "I'll see you
all later," I pointed at my girl and said, "Let's do
that chart this week, Sunday."

She smiled, "Definitely."

We left.

A few minutes later my phone rang. "I want my five
points back."

"Maybe you'll get them on Sunday. I'll talk to you
then. Right now I have to find some food. Call me
tomorrow if you like, alright?"

"No, I want my points back now."

"Um, no. Talk to you later. Bye." I hung up.

.............

On Sunday, she came over to my house to get her
astrological chart reading. We sat down at my
computer where I spent the next two hours reading her
chart, telling her about her insecurities, choices of
sexual partners, relationships and most
importantly...why she did what she did.

I walked her around my house showing her all the
interesting and exotic items I had acquired during my
travels. I told her a story about each of them.

Eventually we sat on my futon which at the time was
also my bed and the only place to sit in my studio
apartment.

I threw "True Romance" in the DVD player and got
comfortable. She did the same and over time slowly
cuddled up next to me. I could smell her perfume. Her
lips were right next to mine. I waited a few extra
minutes to let the tension build and then I kissed
her.

A moment later I stopped and pulled away, "You have
to see this part of the movie."

As the movie went on I let the tension build. She
rubbed her face up against mine as we cuddled trying
to get me to kiss her. The moment the credits rolled
she began to kiss me.

I unfastened her bra and began kissing down her
chest. After a few minutes I began to slide my hand
down her panties.

She pulled my hand away, "I don't go past here the
first time I fool around. I'm not planning on having
sex with you."

I grabbed her and started making out with her again.
I kept my hands on her head or shoulders steering
clear of anything sexual.

This time I stopped and said, "This is so cool. I
really enjoy sitting around making out. There's
something innocent about it. I guess because I never
really got to go through that whole making out phase
during my teenage years."

She laughs "What do you mean?"

"When I was in high school I was a big goth kid,
really antisocial. You remember right?"

"Of course," She said giving me her full attention.

"Well my first sexual experience was really fast, I
went from making out for the first time to having sex
in one night. I never had the experience of just
playing spin the bottle or having a girlfriend where
we just make out or get to second base. So this is
really cool for me. I actually really enjoy it. It
really makes me feel like I'm getting what I missed
out on. You're giving me exactly what I want."

She laughed, "Oh really?"

"I mean it's not like sex is that much different from
fooling around for a lot of people, but for me it is. So
let's just make out for a while. And if sex does happen
then it'll be unexpected, it'll feel like you were doing
something bad...like in high school."

She giggled, stared into my eyes for a moment, and
started kissing me. Soon we were getting undressed
and in no time we were having sex.

Later that night we were lying around in bed, "Wow, I
honestly never thought I'd ever be lying next to you
in bed," she said as she pulled herself closer to me.

I looked over at her and gave her a kiss on the
cheek, "Yea, it's weird how things change."


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8 Surefire Methods You Can Use To Your Advantage
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Evolve's successful reconnection with his high shcool
crush was built using a ton of Stylelife's field-proven
methods. Were you able to spot the opener, the
winging tricks, the qualification, and
disqualification techniques, the comfort building
strategies, the time bridge, and the last minute
tension nullifiers?

You can use all this stuff to your advantage too,
just like Evolve did. Think back to that certain
special girl in high school who you always had your
eyes on and imagine you see her again and sweep her
off her feet. How incredible would that feel?

It's time you got in touch with Style and the
coaching staff he has trained. They will be your
guides on this journey. Click the link below for a
detailed description of everything waiting for you
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http://www.stylelife.com/phase2xl/afterhours.php

I look forward to seeing you on the Elite Forums, and
reading all about YOUR adventures.

All the Best,
The Sneak

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