Make Small Talk Sexy presents'
"Small Talk Tactics"
How to Make Small Talk Sexy
and Use it to Create Attraction
in a Woman You're Interacting With…
By Bobby Rio
Copyright Bobby Rio 2012
Published by Bobby Rio on Smashwords
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Contents
Is "Small Talk" Your Missing Link to Dating and Seduction Success?
WARNING: These are Weapons- Use Them With Extreme Caution
The number one mistake men make that prevents them adding sexuality to their conversation is….
Here's How To Use This Information to Turn a Conversation Sexual Right Now…
How to Avoid this in the First Place
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I stood outside the door.
I sort of leaned into it to try to hear what was going on inside. I knew it was wrong… but I couldn't help myself.
Finally, I sort of nudged the door open and peaked in.
Her hand was like a bunny rabbit hopping up and down. His pants were around his ankle and he had a huge smile on his face. I tried to shut the door quickly, but it squeaked.
She jumped back startled. He laughed and yelled "Shut the door."
As I mumbled an apology, I caught a glimpse of her. I'll never forget the way she looked at me… with such complete and utter PITY…
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I hope I wasn't too graphic in the story above (but if I was… go buy yourself a Dr. Phil book, because I'm not the guy to help you.)
Unfortunately, the memory is still pretty vivid in my mind. In a minute I'm going to tell you the story… and I think you're going to learn a valuable lesson from it.
And then I'm going to give you some "Jedi secrets" so that you never find yourself in the same position I did. I would not wish that feeling of unbearable humiliation on anyone…
Before I get into the story… I just want to list some of more common advice you may have heard from "gurus" teaching you how to improve your conversations…
Talk about something you're passionate about…
Look for things you have in common…
Make smooth transitions…
Let her do all the talking…
Avoid fluff talk…
I'm calling Bullshit on EVERY piece of advice listed above…. And pretty much 75% of the advice being pawned off on crafting conversations that get you LAID…
The story that I referenced at the beginning of this report happened four years ago… but it is still crystal clear in my mind.
I had visited my old fraternity's house in hopes of scoring a hot young piece of college tail.
After finishing college I had gone into a bit of a "slump" with women… and was desperately hoping this trek back to my old stomping ground would do the trick towards ending the draught.
I had also recently stumbled upon books like "The Game" and "The Venusians Arts Handbook" so I was pretty confident that I would raid that frat house of every horny coed I could get my grubby hands on.
The entire night my game consisted of two "gears." In the first gear I was in "dancing monkey" mode… trying to neg girls, demonstrate massive value, do the "Jealous-boyfriend- stealing-ring-around-the-Rosie routine…" or whatever else I could draw into my mind from recent forum posts and eBooks I had read.
The second "gear" that I would go into would be "single focused rapport" mode. In this mode I would find something I had in common with a girl, and then proceed to drill into it until I sucked that topic completely dry.
…Back to the girl with the bunny rabbit hand stroke I referenced earlier…
I first caught a glimpse of her when I was filling my beer up in the kitchen. She had a Marisa Tomei like quality to her that I found irresistibly cute.
I noticed that she was eating something, so my PUA infested mind immediately thought "NEG HER!"
So I say, "You must have some appetite, chowing down in a frat house?"
In the cutest little voice she says "Yea, I came right from work and needed to eat something before I start drinking"
I say, "What you eating?"
She sort of flashes me some organic health nut veggie bar or something…
This must be my lucky day…
I had been in a helluva health craze myself… so I immediately felt the need to demonstrate my superior knowledge of health food products…
She responded just as I hoped!
Soon we were thick in the middle of a passionate conversation about our favorite fruit smoothies, yoga techniques, the best organic fiber supplements…. And then we touched upon the Holy Grail of similar interests… Gary Null.
Gary Null was a health guru with a cult like following… and we were both members of this cult.
I thought that this basically sealed the deal for me…
We spent the next hour talking about our favorite Gary Null books, quotes, and recipes… We both "scoffed" at all of the other party goers who didn't share our vegetarian ideals… And gleefully made plans to someday go to the Gary Null center in NY together.
When she excused herself to go upstairs to the bathroom I began asking my friends if any of them had a condom they could spare. I put one in my pocket and waited for her to come back.
She didn't come back.
After about twenty minutes I got a little "sick" and decided to look for her. I started walking upstairs and saw her chatting with one of my frat brothers...
This guy was an alcoholic, drug using, wise ass…who would have laughed at her if she told him she was a vegan… so I was convinced she'd be back down to her "soul mate" within minutes.
She never came.
After another twenty minutes I stalked her out upstairs.
That was when I peaked in the door, saw her giving my buddy a hand job, and she turned and looked at me with pity in her eyes, as if to say, "You're really nice… but I'm here to party, not talk about Gary Null… loser."
I couldn't figure it out. I built rapport. I was passionate. I got her talking. And we completely avoid small talk.