How to Get a Girlfriend and Keep Her

How to Get a Girlfriend and Keep Her

Getting a girlfriend is an important business in a man’s life. Unless you are famous, extremely rich or a male model you’ve probably found that it’s not easy to make a beautiful woman your girlfriend. You may believe fate will throw the woman of your dreams into your path. It’s possible, but you could be waiting a long time. As with most things in life good things tend to come to those who actually seek them.

 

Here are a few pointers to get you on your way to finding a girlfriend…

Step One: How to Find a Girlfriend

I’m going to be honest with you – a great girlfriend isn’t going to jump out of your closet while you’re playing world of warcraft one day and chase after you. If you want to get a girlfriend, you need to go out and take the initiative.

That means you have to actually meet girls. Look for ways to get them in your life. Go out, meet people, join clubs, and get involved in activities where you’re likely to meet girls. Make friends with everyone, but especially people who know a lot of women. Once you gain a wider social circle you will find yourself coming into contact with more girls. You’ll also be better equipped in social situations.

Having good social skills and confidence are essential if you are going to approach women in bars and nightclubs. Girls you meet in these situations will be more critical of how you come across – they are being hit on by a lot of guys and will make fast, sometimes harsh assessments. You can learn all about approaching girls and how you should steer your conversations in our dating bible Magic Bullets.

Step Two: Make her WANT to be your girlfriend.

The essence of this is attraction.

If you can get a girl on a date it means she’s interested in you. Mess it up and she won’t be for much longer. Don’t make the date too formal (dinner = bad idea, cinema = worst) and try to make physical contact with her as much as possible. Ideally go somewhere that has some form of entertainment that can take the pressure off your conversation and go to a few different venues; it will make her feel like she’s known you for longer.

Here’s a video that goes into a bit more detail into how to create attraction on a date. Attraction of course is crucial to getting a girlfriend and keeping her.

Moving on to the more general guidelines, you’ve probably heard that women want a badboy… it’s not completely true. Women want a strong man – someone with his own opinions, who stands up for himself and doesn’t take any crap – least of all from her. You don’t need to be an asshole, but try being a little selfish. Don’t be afraid to cancel plans if they don’t suit you and don’t do anything a selfish man would think was too much of a hassle.

Step 3: How to keep a girlfriend

At all times you have to remember never to make a girl feel like you need her. Being needy is a one-way ticket to nights at home with microwave meals for one. Stay away from emotional texts like “So great to meet you, haven’t stopped thinking about you since…” or “I know it’s too early to say this, but I really feel connected to you in a deep way.” It’s okay to text stuff like this when she’s your girlfriend, and she will think it’s cute. But do it when you’ve just met her and she’ll think you’re a weirdo.

Don’t bring up the “are we officially girlfriend and boyfriend” conversation before it’s absolutely necessary; ideally wait until she starts hinting. If she doesn’t, then casually say something along the lines of “We never discussed this… but are we meant to be seeing other people?” If you’ve taken your time and you’ve been seeing a lot of each other than you shouldn’t get too many surprises at this point.

If you can steer your way through all of that then congratulations – you have a girlfriend, regular sex, and maybe a dream of eternal happiness. It’s not a process that’s easy so don’t get down when you get it wrong. Learn your lessons, improve, and move onto the next lucky lady.

 

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Wildwood Daze – The Union Jacks – Dirty John – Part 1

“Okay, He’s freaking out like a retard. Put him in his bed and we’ll go.”

I had been to the restaurant where Brian our drummer worked part-time as a busboy. I don’t remember, but I had been there to meet up with him once for some reason. I do remember Brian telling me the bartender there liked my “friend with the big eyes.” (Me.) I don’t remember that person and quickly dismiss it in my mind.

One night Brain wants to bring us to the restaurant where he works for drinks. We get there and the band sits at the bar. Brian introduces us to the bartender, Frank. Or, as Brian calls him, Frank the Fag. Now I get it. Frank fancies me. It’s a compliment, but I’m straight.

We all order bottles of beer. Frank is being Frank but he’s nice as could be. We’re all just chilling at the bar and it’s nice to all go out and have a drink as a band. It’s like we’re somebody now. People recognize us when we’re out and I like it.

We’re sitting there for about an hour chatting about music, when Frank presents me with not one, but two large tumblers filled with a frothy pink liquid.

“What’s this?”

“It’s called a Dirty John.”

“Thank you, but I never drink hard liquor. I just don’t do it. I’m a beer guy only.”

“I’ll drink it!”

Jim is the youngest and newest member of the band. I think he wants to show that he’s a bad ass that can hang with the older guys.

“That’s really not necessary Jim.”

“No. I want to.”

Jim proceeds to chug the drinks.

We settle up and walk outside. Brian and Mark say they’ll bring the car around. I’m smoking a cig waiting with Jim. Brian doesn’t allow smoking in his car so we wait.

“I gotta take a piss.”

“You could have gone in the bar, Jim. Actually, I gotta go too. Beer goes right through me. There’s some tall hedges behind the restaurant. Let’s go back there.”

We walk back and are standing next to each other as if we’re just a couple of students pissing in the urinals in the Boys bathroom at Wildwood High. I suddenly hear this rustling noise and a thump. I glance to my right and Jim has vanished. I zip up my fly and go to the spot where he was.

There’s Jim, face down in the next yard. While pissing he literally just collapsed forward between the hedges. What the fuck was in that drink? Whatever it was, it hit him like a sledgehammer.

Brian and Mark pull up in his yellow ’77 Ford Mustang II.

“What the fuck’s up with Wolfie?” (Brian sometimes referred to Jim as ‘ Wolfie’ because the way he brushed his hair back, it resembled Lon Chaney’s monster.)

“Guys get over here!”

Brian and Mark scramble from the car and run over. We get Jim to his feet and he is just gone. Slurring and stumbling and we get him to the car. It takes all three of us.

“He went from buzzed to black out in a matter of seconds!”

Brian’s driving. Mark’s riding shotgun, and of course I’m in the back with drunk boy. He’s really out of it. Conscious, but super fucked up. More drunk than I’ve ever seen anyone ever in my life.

Brian’s driving him back to his house. “He better not fuckin’ puke in my car! I swear to god!”

We get to Jim’s house and I’m about to get him out and he pukes all over me. He doesn’t even know I’m there. Now I’m wearing the Dirty John meant for me.

Thankfully his parents weren’t home when we dragged our new guitarist back into his house.

We carry him through the door, in front of at least a half dozen siblings. They all look on in utter horror. I assure them their brother isn’t dead. He’s just sick and we’re taking care of him.

The kids know me from school. I’m the kid that comes and waits for Jim each morning and lets my glasses steam up while watching the Today show waiting for my friend so we can walk to school together.

 

It’s a mess. The little kids are clueless. We are simply a group of guys bringing their older brother home because he’s sick. Everything’s fine. Just like in any household in the 70’s. It didn’t happen.

We bang Jim up the stairs to his bedroom. When I say, bang I mean he was dead weight and me, Brian and Mark did the best to get him to his room.

This is all new ground for all of us. We’re new musicians, but we don’t know anything about but extreme behavior even if it’s accidental.

My best friend is so sick. I am wearing his puke. We try to run his head under the shower to revive him. He cries out like a molested child so we withdrawal.

“Okay, He’s freaking out like a retard. Put him in his bed and we’ll go.”

Brian was always so pragmatic.

“Turn him over on his stomach.” (I say) Put his face at the edge of the bed.”

“Why?”

“Umm… Bon Scott….” (See: Tales of Rock – Bon Scott) 

“He’ll be fine.”

” Dude. Hendrix died choking on his own puke.”

“He’ll be fine.”

We leave our lead guitarist in his bed and all go home. It’s bee a fucked up night.

My best friend got poisoned by a drink meant for me. What was Frank’s plan? Get me drunk beyond recognition and take advantage of me? That’s kind of evil.

But the worst part of it is… Was Brian in on it?

 

 

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