So yesterday, i had a meeting with the CEO of one of Nairobi’s golden companies. I am not really used to meeting CEOs. I am not fond of meeting them either, unless I am looking for a job. They intimidate a person and I don’t like being intimidated. But in the business world, you have to learn to meet and shake hands people you don’t like.
However, this was one CEO I was beginning to like. I had sat with him two or three times and noticed that he was too good with women. This was despite the fact the he was quite possibly the ugliest seducer ever. He made Owago Nyiro look like a Calvin Klein underwear model. He was immense, balding and toad like, with warts covering his face and the voice of a hundred thousand cigarette packs. But whenever he talked to females, they smiled. And whenever he touched them, they wanted to be touched again.
I arrived at his company building at around 1pm and rushed to the elevator. Our meeting had been scheduled for 2pm. As the doors of the lift were shutting, two twenging chics crept in and proceeded to chit chat next to me while we ascended the floors. For a brief moment, my eyes landed on the darker chic. My spotlight of thirst shone on her briefly but moved on quickly when it became apparent that her culinary skills were close to non-existent.
“I can never cook for my fiance. My mboch does all that work,” she told her chubby friend who then burst into laughter.
I am no fan of chics who allign with the horribly flawed premises and methodology that justify them not to step into the kitchen.
Seconds later, the elevator doors opened. As i stepped out, my focus immediately shifted to the receptionist 10 yards away. Two guys in expensive suits were busy chatting her up. They were probably colleagues of hers, competing for some form of attention that she was all too reluctant to give.
When I got to the reception desk, I raised my voice
“Hey. I’ve been standing here for hours. Can someone attend to me?”
The two guys quickly walked away, leaving me with her
Of course I hadn’t been standing there for even two seconds but there was a reason I was saying that. Great seducers understand that to seduce a beautiful woman, you have to make her think that you don’t value her beauty that much. You also have to make her think that you don’t worship her the way other men do. This is one reason why the greatest lotharios drown in more pretty poosy than they can handle – through positive experiences with so many beautiful women, they learn not to be powerless under their spell.
Another guy would have waited for the receptionist to talk to him first but not me. I wanted her to know that I wasn’t going to give her a pass for wasting my time just because she was pretty.
However, as a man, you have to pull off the ‘I don’t rate you that highly’ move carefully. There’s a thin line between being an asshole and being an alpha male. Your naturally aloof attitude has to be coupled with playful behavior. Thus my next step was to bring my tone back down and compliment a part of her.
I always advise guys to compliment a part of a woman, not the whole of her. Don’t tell her she’s hot. Tell how her hair is unbelievable or her cheeks are pretty like a baby’s. Things like those
‘Sorry for keeping you. How may I assist you sir?” she asked
“You know I could see your thighs under the desk from as far as the elevator door” I gave a totally unrelated answer to her question.
First she was shocked, but then she blushed.
‘I don’t mean to be weird but you really have nice thighs.” I added
“Thanks” she said. Her face was littered with blush after blush now.
When a girl says ‘thanks’ you are supposed to say ‘you are welcome’ right? NO!!! An alpha male simply shifts the topic to something else
“Anyway, niko na appointment na CEO saa hii. Yuko around?,” I inquired
I was now doing everything with unflappable poise.
As she was going to answer me, I raised a finger in the air to stop her.
“Shhhhhh….ngoja nipick hii call.”, I declared before whipping out my smartphone and pretending to answer a call.
I then talked to myself on the phone for a minute before I shoved it back into my coat pocket
Why had I just done this? The answer is simple. To show her that she was not my number one priority. I was indirectly implying that I value my personal affairs more than her, so her answer had to wait.
After hanging up my fantasy phone call, I didn’t ask her what she was saying. I just looked around the office then stared back at my wtch – boss move
“I was telling you that CEO anaingia tu in like ten minutes. Mngoje tu kidogo.” She clarified.
“So yeye pia hukukatia?” I began interrogating her
“Hapana. Wanaume wa hii ofisi tu ndio hunisumbua.”
“I don’t think wanakusumbua. They are just expressing their interest like any other man would”
I had to stand up for my fellow guys because i understood what they were trying to do. They are just men like me who wanna get laid
Before she could issue feedback, the big man emerged from the elevator and glided towards me before giving me a firm handshake.
He then placed his heavy hand on my shoulder and turned to the receptionist.
“Njeri, has this guy tried to seduce you yet? If he has, I hope you said yes. He’s the dopest writer in this country right now. Usilalie maskio. Hapa umeangukia.”
Wow. Mr. CEO had really given me a boost right there. I would have seduced her on my own but he had just made my work easier, like a fulcrum and pivot on a load. Kumbe her name was Njeri. I hadn’t even asked her. Names comers last according to my rules
I followed Mr.CEO (I can’t really say his real name here), into his office where we had a lengthy discussion for about an hour. Soon as it ended, I went back to the reception to sign out.
“So you are a big shot huh?. Na hata hukusema” Njeri joked
“Naaaa……anakuenjoy” I laughed “Lakini bao nataka namba yako”
She typed in her digits without hesitation.
“Utanipeleka wapi?”
“Songa karibu nikwambie.” I chochad her while placing my hand gently above hers
She looked around to see if anyone was coming before leaning on the desk and moving her head closer.
I drifted my lips across her cheeks then to her ears before whispering.
“I wanna kiss you so bad, Come to my place on Friday night. I’ll pick you. Plus you don’t have to make a decision now. Take time….think about it, then app me”
I suddenly let go off her hand and walked away. No goodbye. I just walked towards the elevator and vanished
She texted me, at 9pm in the night, apologizing for the delayed response and asking me what she should wear when she comes to my place. Now that was the ultimate ‘closing technique’.
Understand that women place men who hit on them in three categories – the bangables, the providers and assholes. The bangable is the man who is given the poosy within few days of knowing the girl. The provider is the man who is milked off his money and made to wait for weeks and even months. Sometimes he’s given the sympathy poosy. Sometimes he’s dipped into the firendzone. The asshole is the one who isn’t given any thing. He gets blocked or rejected.
Whether you are a winner or an average guy, there’s always that moment a girl will always try to put you into the provider ship arena. It’s your job to close that gate first until you make sure she’s worth spending on. For a minute there, Njeri tried to make me her provider by asking where I’ll take her. But I escaped that trap by packaging myself as a really sexual man. Something which turned her on. I’ll probably get in her pants sooner than most of her office mates who’ve been taking her for countless lunch dates.
My advice, should you choose to accept it:
When it comes to dealing with women, hard work doesn’t pay. It’s intelligent work that does.
