One of my favorite places to meeting people

I have always been funny, and separately, cocky. I never
put them together, like you put it, as a formula. So far,
that formula works. I am not a chemist, but the components
of our table salt, taken separately, is deadly to us.
Sodium and Chloride: death to us. Yet, if we put them
together, we will have its savory benefit. Same happens
when we use only being Cocky, and just being Funny: no
success, and it kills any possibilities of meeting girls.
When I talk to my friends about you, I say, "Guys, let's
make sure we use the Davidian formula, fusing the atoms of
Cockyness+Funny." Believe me, that is how we call it:
Davidian formula, lol. We have named it after you, because
you are its founder.
One of my favorite places to meeting people is
Barnes&Noble. It's easy to ignore someone you don't feel
attracted to, oh yes, very easy. It is all the opposite
when you do feel attracted to someone. Now, at
Barnes&Noble,
in Downtown, I meet a lot of girls, from everywhere. Is
there a way to make fun of their beauty? I meet a lot of
hot girls, that seem to be perfect. My type are those with
Irish ascendance, because they are mostly honest and have
freckles. So, when I meet a girl with freckles, eyes like
a furious deep blue sea, or green eyes, like the stem of a
flower, petite women with attractively dainty build, nice
butt (we guys like it, come on), and round [breasts] (we
like that too). How can you make fun of that type of sexy
girl, when you notice that her body has a harmonious
symmetry, that does nothing but inspiring within you
pleasure and admiration?
I might feel nervous, but I don't show them my
nervousness. You have never told us not to feel nervous,
but not to behave nervous. I feel nervous, hell yeah, but
they can't tell. As a matter of a fact, one way I could
start a conversation with a hot girl is like this... e
of them don't work there)
Me- "Excuse me, MS, do you work here (I know she does not
work there)?"
She- "No."
Me- "Good, I want you to help me find this book [I don't
say, 'Can you please help me...' I go with a demand of
authority... they like it]."
She- "What book is that," she asked me, as she gave me
that wondrous look.
Me- "Wow, you are indeed gorgeous ... you remind me the
PowerPC girls (she would be shocked, but liking it). See,
my problem is that I am a very shy guy, and I am trying to
get over it."
She- "What do you mean you are shy? You don't seem shy to
me." (By the way, this happened to me in real life, and
she was hot for real)
Me- "Aren't you shy?"
She - "Yeah."
Me- "You don't seem shy to me either."
She- "It depends on the situation, and with the person you
are talking to. Whether or not you feel comfortable."
Me- "Oh, so, I am the right person, you like this situation,
and overall, you feel comfortable."
She- "See, you are not shy at all."
Me- "I gotta go." Like you taught me, I turned around and
walked 3 steps away from her and went back to her, "I want
your e-mail address, because I feel less shy talking to
you."
She- "Oh, sure, I would LOVE that."
Me- "You would love it? Hummm, so you like guys in the
evolutive process of not being shy, eh?"
She hit me on the shoulder, and I accused her, "Hey, that
is sexual harassment."
She laughed, and I said to my mind, "Kids, so easily getting
amused." She had not written her e-mail, and I asked her,
"Have you not written the e-mail because you forgot it?
Geeez, young people these days." (She is 29, and I am 21,
lol.)
She- "Oh, my...You are too much."
Me- "For you to handle?"
She stared at me.
I slightly smiled at her, and said, "What? You like my
lips?
They are not average... You should be grateful if I touch
your forehead with them."
She was laughing so hard that her face turned red, but I
never laughed, rather, would smirk.
She gave me her e-mail, and I said, "Have a good night."
She replied, "You too, bye."
I said, "Wait, are you leaving like that without saying
'it was pleasure meeting you?"'
She said, "Wow, are you always like this?"
Me - "Do you mean offering kisses?"
She laughed, and said, "No, silly ... like being with this
sense of humor."
"All the time, " I said. She was quiet, staring at me, and
said, "I wish all men were like you." I said, "No, I am
glad
they are not like me. They fail in trying to imitate me"
(I wanted to leave already, even though I was having a good
time). She asked me, "Why you say that?" "Hey kid, " I
said,
"I really have to go ... but you forgot to write down your
phone number."
She sighed, in a good way, and wrote it down. To make
this short, I called her the same night, and she was, "Wow,
I
was not expecting your call." I said, "No, I am calling you
because I forgot to wish you sweet dreams, and also checking
to see if you made it home safe." "That is so sweet of
you...," she said, and I told her that I ought to go. She
did not want me to, but I did leave. We met again, at her
house, and half an hour of me being there, and talking, I
said, "Look, I have to go." "What?! Why?" she asked. I
said, "Maybe you want to take a rest, or lay on your bed,
and
you don't do it because I am here, unless you promise me
that
if you lay in bed you will take me with you." She did not
say anything, nor smile, but jumped to me and kissed me.
Needless to say, I swear David, we had sex. It was great.
I did not mean to make this e-mail too long, but hey, I
could not help it. Mind me that I get mad when you tell us
not to make it over two paragraphs, and I see people (like
me) writing long speeches. I am not sorry, whatsoever, lol.
I know you feel great, and proud of yourself when you see
people like me being successful by following your
techniques.
I will rephrase my question, "What funny+cocky statements
shall we make, when it comes to an-almost-perfect-girl?"
"How should I react, when they hit my shoulders?" "What
should I say, when they say I am too funny?" By the way, I
am not having anything serious with that girl I just talked
about... I told her that I want to have fun with her, and
she agreed. I told her that it means that if she wants to
see someone else, she can do it. She did not complaint.
I will see you soon, David. I won't miss this seminars
in New York. Keep the excellence of your masterpiece works.
>>>MY COMMENTS:
OK, man. First I have to tell you...
YOUR EMAIL IS A TOTAL FREAKSHOW!
But you know what? I actually like it. I like it because
it's the real deal. You did things that I wouldn't have
necessarily done... and you did things that typically
"shouldn't have worked", but it obviously all came together
and worked out in the end because you did ENOUGH OF THE
RIGHT THINGS.
Let's revisit some of my favorite quotes:
"My type are those with Irish ascendance, because they are
mostly honest and have freckles."
Mostly honest and freckles, huh? Interesting fetish.
"So, when I meet a girl with freckles, eyes like
a furious deep blue sea, or green eyes, like the stem of a
flower, petite women with attractively dainty build, nice
butt (we guys like it, come on), and round [breasts] (we
like that too). How can you make fun of that type of sexy
girl, when you notice that her body has a harmonious
symmetry, that does nothing but inspiring within you
pleasure and admiration?"
Eyes like a furious deep blue sea? Or green eyes... like
the stem of a flower? Harmonious symmetry? Whoa.