November 10, 2010 by Solomon II 6 Comments
Before you think I’ve lost my damn mind, no, I’m not talking about banging retards. I had a buddy in college who asked me to help him lift a girl out of a wheelchair so he could fuck her, but she was sober, of sound mind, and cool with it, so I’m not going to hell. Not for that anyway.
I wasn’t going to post today because I’m busier than shit, so I’ll keep it brief. Less than an hour ago I encountered a special needs girl at Starbucks. And by special needs, I mean a girl who needs to feel special.
I wanted to write this as soon as I could so it would be fresh in my mind. Here’s what happened when I noticed a cute little brunette ordering her coffee. I’d give her a high 7/low 8 and guess her age at about 23 to 25.
ME: Excuse me, I saw you standing there and had to introduce myself. I’m Solomon II, and I just have to tell you that the drink you ordered is by far my least favorite on the menu. Do you hate yourself or something?
HER: Ha! No, I don’t hate myself. It’s my favorite drink. You should try it.
ME: No way, man. I was kind of hoping your taste in men was as bad as your taste in coffee.
HER: Oh, you’re a smooth one aren’t you? That’s actually a pretty good pickup line, but unfortunately I have a boyfriend.
ME: I’m not interested in your boyfriend, and you shouldn’t be either. A boyfriend is just a place holder until you find yourself a man.
HER: Oh god. Save me. [chuckles while she plays with her hair]
ME: Listen, I don’t normally come on so strong, but I just moved here a few months ago and every woman I’ve met has been the fake [pretentious location] type. They’re all the same; so on the rare occasion I run across someone like you, I get straight to the point.
HER: That’s cool. I understand. Yeah, a lot of women around here are [goes on and on about stupid shit and how every woman in the city is worthless – except her of course]
ME: So then you can see why I react so quickly when something truly different catches my eye.
HER: Oh, I don’t blame you one bit. But like I said, I have a boyfriend.
ME: I still want your number. I can already tell we have a connection, and I’m not just going to walk away from it. It wouldn’t be fair to me.
HER: I can’t believe I’m doing this. Give me your phone and I’ll program my number in for you.
ME: No, call me from your phone so we can store each other’s numbers.
HER: You’re too funny. I wasn’t going to give you a fake number. [she sent me a text with her number]
ME: I have to go, but I expect you to call me as soon as you send what’s-his-name packing. Or even before if you want me to get rid of him for you. I don’t run in to women like you very often, so I need you to come through on this. Promise me.
HER: We’ll see.
ME: Promise me.
HER: Ok, ok! You’re a very bad man [chuckles]. Wow. Ok. I promise.
ME: Excellent. I’ll talk to you soon.
I walked away with my coffee and sat outside. On her way out, she said “Goodbye Solomon II, thanks for making my day. Text whenever you want.”
For all I know, I broke every PUA rule in the book. But what I do know is that I got her number and positioned her boyfriend as a beta. He’s the guy who takes her for granted, while I’m the guy with balls of steel who immediately recognized how unique and special she is.
There’s a huge difference between a woman who *needs* to feel special and a woman who *is* special. The 1% of women who truly are special know it, carefully select the men who recognize it, and are faithful to them as they are to her. The other 99% of women who simply need to feel special fall for cheesy pickup lines at Starbucks and cheat on their boyfriends with men who only want to bang them for a week or two.
I have no idea if I’ll ever hear from this girl again. Her body language says “yes”, but then again, she’ll be off running after the next guy who makes her feel special. I’m not really worried about it though. There are plenty of other special needs girls out there; each just as unique and distinctive as the one before her.
Women still haven’t figured out that the only thing that makes most women special to most men is the fact that they haven’t fucked them yet. That’s why a promiscuous woman who cheats on her boyfriend is viewed as stupid and can’t even command respect from the man who’s DNA is leaking out of her easily accessible fun hole.
May they never learn their lesson.
Filed under Proverbs Tagged with alpha male, PUA
As iron sharpeneth iron, so one man sharpeneth another. Proverbs 27:17
6 Responses to Proverb 21: Special Needs Girls
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Zammo says:
Ah, the “I’m a special snowflake” syndrome.
It’s so easy to manipulate that it’s almost tragic. These girls are born to be Gamed.
On a side note, I see this blog as a serious up and comer. Write on!
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Solomon II says:
@Zammo: Its almost too easy. I’m starting to get bored. And thanks for the kudos.
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JG says:
Nicely done and by your bold approach you demonstrated that you’re in the very low percentage of men having a sufficient degree of confidence to approach AND deal with her initial rejection in a charming, playful way.
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brightstormyday says:
Dude when I was in a relationship I often gave people a fake name AND a fake number. For kicks.
That’s your time to have fun with people. >.>’
Am I a bad person?
She ain’t calling u, breh.
Take it from a woman who knows.
She, like I, like to be nice and her thinking she is “special” was far from her mind.
This is your idea, your preconceived hang-ups.
I’m surprised she didn’t laugh your azz right outta SB
Peace