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A Routine to Build Rapport With Girls Immediately

author: David DeAngelo
date: Fri, 04 Jun 2006 04:00:00 GMT
website: www.doubleyourdating.com
subject: Re: Neg Hit/Post-Nice Guy

I would have told the girl, "I don't find you the least bit attractive."

then I would say, "Seriously, I know EXACTLY how you feel. Everytime a girl finds me attractive, its because I’m tall and slender. Girls always want a tall guy by their side and this means I'm always getting girls hitting on me ... and its like they are slobbering on me."

Say that sincerely like you and she have the same problem (after all, she could never tell whether this is true or not because some of the ugliest dudes get all the babes due to personality conveyance) and the connection will build rapport. Then NEG her with a, "You aren’t hitting on me too?!!! Oh MAN!!! See the problems I have? :)"

By David DeAngelo

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