I had work today, construction, I was dressed pretty much like a lumberjack. Week old beard, red flannel, blue levis and steel-toed boots. On my first break I went into the same coffee shop as all of the other construction workers in the area and ordered the same coffee as the rest of them, I was indistinguishable from the rest.
Lunch time came and I didn't follow the pack, I walked into a restaurant that was the polar opposite of where a construction worker 'should' eat. I walked in and the only other customers were 2 younger girls and their beta/gay bff. The hostess calls out 'pick a seat' I pick one right at the bar, on the way to the bathroom and the kitchen. She comes over, looks at me and places a menu in front of me. Just as shes turning away she quietly says "umm don't take this the wrong way, but were you at the coffee shop earlier?" I give her a funny look for a second and then say "yeah, why do you ask" her: "well uh, I recognized you by your shirt". Later I stopped her and elderly chatted about the specials and asked for a recommendation. Right after that she starts with the personal questions "are you on break, where are you working. I catch her staring at me from the computer where you put the orders in and she smiles when she walks past. I go to pay and she touches my hand while I give her my card, says something about the weather and then asks where I live. I tell her I'll be back tomorrow to try the special she told me about.
People, women especially, try to give you labels and put you into a box. They see me at a metal show and say "WesternCancer is a metalhead", they see me at the gym and drinking protein and say "WC must be a meathead" they see me with girls they can never have and think "WC must be a player or gay" When you do something that radically opposes a label a woman has placed on you, you create confusion and ultimately an aura of mystery. She will try her hardest to put you into a box, to know who you are, but when you continually challenge her label of you 'ginas start to heat up, girls get excited.
I fit the image of construction worker exactly, but as soon as I stepped foot in the restaurant her attraction increased because my actions were in contrast with my image. This plus the personal information she got out of me painted a confusing, but intriguing, picture. She wants to know more.
Pook talks about this here.
Heartiste also discusses "Contrast is King"
Lunch time came and I didn't follow the pack, I walked into a restaurant that was the polar opposite of where a construction worker 'should' eat. I walked in and the only other customers were 2 younger girls and their beta/gay bff. The hostess calls out 'pick a seat' I pick one right at the bar, on the way to the bathroom and the kitchen. She comes over, looks at me and places a menu in front of me. Just as shes turning away she quietly says "umm don't take this the wrong way, but were you at the coffee shop earlier?" I give her a funny look for a second and then say "yeah, why do you ask" her: "well uh, I recognized you by your shirt". Later I stopped her and elderly chatted about the specials and asked for a recommendation. Right after that she starts with the personal questions "are you on break, where are you working. I catch her staring at me from the computer where you put the orders in and she smiles when she walks past. I go to pay and she touches my hand while I give her my card, says something about the weather and then asks where I live. I tell her I'll be back tomorrow to try the special she told me about.
People, women especially, try to give you labels and put you into a box. They see me at a metal show and say "WesternCancer is a metalhead", they see me at the gym and drinking protein and say "WC must be a meathead" they see me with girls they can never have and think "WC must be a player or gay" When you do something that radically opposes a label a woman has placed on you, you create confusion and ultimately an aura of mystery. She will try her hardest to put you into a box, to know who you are, but when you continually challenge her label of you 'ginas start to heat up, girls get excited.
I fit the image of construction worker exactly, but as soon as I stepped foot in the restaurant her attraction increased because my actions were in contrast with my image. This plus the personal information she got out of me painted a confusing, but intriguing, picture. She wants to know more.
Pook talks about this here.
Heartiste also discusses "Contrast is King"
