Too many Soldiers have made ONE mistake and received a Hug,

instead of an All-Night Fuck.

HOW TO NEVER FALL INTO THE FRIENDZONE EVER AGAIN:

《《 THREAD 》》

The #1 reason guys get friendzoned?

They aren't physical enough.

They act like one of her girlfriends or g@y friends.
Being Physical-

It's an expression of yourself.

You're not trying to accomplish anything.

you're doing it because YOU want to.
When should you be physical?

As soon as possible.

You don't want be another "girlfriend"

You want to be MAN TO WOMAN.
If you're not Physical,

you're not a Sexual Threat.

Women will vibe with you, but in a very platonic way.

You want her girlfriends to go- "Who is this guy!?"
What you don't want to happen,

is for girls to interact with you for hours,

and then when you ask her number, she says

"I have a boyfriend"

BECAUSE YOU NEVER SHOWED THE SEXUAL INTENTION.
Every girl knows why you're approaching her.

Become Intentional.

Come from the Frame of Pure Abundance.

If you dont get laid, its not going to affect how you feel.

It's not going to change who you are.

you are purely indifferent to the outcome.

Strengthen your Personality.
Never Justify why you are being Physical.

You Lead her.

You create her New Reality.

One moment you're talking about squirrels,

the next- you're making out.

NEVER EXPLAIN YOURSELF & YOUR ACTIONS.
Being Physical just happens as the Interaction flows.

Don't take this as a step-by-step.

The close can happen ANYTIME.

It doesn't matter when as long as you are LEADING.

You can make out, then handshake, and then ask her name.
Dont be reactive.

If she turns away while you attempt the make-out,

Stay relaxed, as if nothing happened.

If you emotionally react, you're FUCKED.

Laugh it off.

Congrats, You've just DHVed yourself.
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