INTRODUCTION
"So, Allan here tells me you're a pick up artist?"
I took a sip of my Malibu and Pineapple. The man sitting in front of me was nursing a
beer. Our mutual friend Allan was sitting back with a big grin on his face.
"I really hate that term," I said. "I prefer to think of myself as a cool guy women find
irresistible."
Gary, the man before me, laughed at that.
"Either way, he says you're pretty good with women."
"I'm okay," I said.
"Don't be modest," said Gary. "You wrote a book about this, didn't you?"
I turned to Allan. Allan was a cool guy, but he tended to introduce me to everyone he
knew as the "pick up guy."
It wouldn't be so bad if the people he told weren't constantly trying to find out if I was a
fake or not.
"My book is about a lot of things," I replied. "It’s about how to be more confident with
yourself, how to meet women, recognize attraction signals, and display your interest in
ways that won't get you rejected."
"Fascinating," said Gary. "I wish I had a book like that when I was in High School."
"Don't we all?" chimed in Allan.
I nodded, silently cursing myself for wasting a perfectly good Friday night by going out
with Allan and his friend.
It wasn't that they were bad guys, or that I didn't like hanging out with them, but this was
the perfect time to be meeting women, and I was stuck with two men instead.
"So you could pick up any woman in this bar?" asked Gary.
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