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Discover how to tap into the psyche of today's woman and attract her without doing a damn thing! The Age of Passivity: At last, a seduction strategy for the end of the millennium. Throughout this dramatic century, men have taken a healthy fall from patriarchy to passivity, and women have moved from suffragists to seducers. Women are not simply "equals" anymore; they've become the aggressors. They're the ones who insist on being in control. So, what should a guy do about it? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. You don't need a line, you just have to be yourself. Too hokey to be true? Not in this age of the passive man. Franklin Parlamis explains in this amazing new book, The Passive Man's Guide to Seduction, how a man embracing his latent passive nature will lure women like moths to a flame. Parlamis taps into the psyche of the woman of the 90's and shows us why attracting women has never been easier. Gone are the days of pseudo-studs tossing out one-liners and flashing their bills. Effortless is cool. Naturalness is in. Parlamis explains how it's all revealed in the unbelievable power of passivity. It's all about letting a woman's natural energy work to your advantage. Concerned about attracting women without compromising yourself? Don't worry, be passive, and attract women without doing a damn thing!
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The "chess" Chapter: ...My friend Becker and I started hanging-out in this bar after work. It was kind of a mellow bar, nothing too fancy, but for some reason there were a whole lot of really attractive women there. Too bad we never talked to them. We had been coming to the bar for three months, and in that whole time, we spoke with about three women. I say "about" three because, when you're up that high, it's difficult to remember the exact number-it might have been four. We could have been sitting home, drinking Old Milwaukee at $3.00 a six pack, instead of Heineken at $3.00 a beer. We would have met the same amount of women! In fact, every time we drank Old Milwaukee, we could have put $2.50 in a coffee can, saved up for a couple of months, then taken all the money we had saved and blown it on a really expensive night. Our chances of scoring on that one night would probably have been higher than on all the nights in that bar combined. Moreover, we could have been playing chess. At least then we would be doing something interesting with our evenings. But the whole idea seemed sketchy. Play chess for two months straight in squalor, then go out one night and maybe get laid. Then start the whole cycle all over again. It was all too regular, like a woman's period-and if we didn't score on our one appointed night, it would have been just about as traumatic as missing a period. Too much pressure...no, not for us. "Wait a minute," I screamed at last. "Why don't we play chess in the bar?" Utter silence. I might as well have suggested that we bust out our old Dungeons & Dragons book and sit around in the bar drinking Pepsis and eating Doritos. The ideas wasn't as bad as all that, though, and the more we thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense. So we tried it out. Let me tell you right now it worked. It worked so well that it even makes my Dungeons & Dragons scenario seem like a pretty damn good idea.... By the time Becker returned with the first beers of the evening, a young woman, Vera, had already approached the table to see what we were up to. Three months we had been coming to this bar, and not once had a woman approached us of her own volition. In retrospect, I know why. No woman ever had a reason to. What would she possibly have said, "Hey, I just noticed that you two gentlemen both have all your fingers...and two ears each. Plus you're wearing shirts and I think that's cool. By the way, I'm Vera." In an Ironic way, the chess board provided the type of "flash" I talked about earlier...Even though we were making terrible blunders, Vera didn't notice. She was too into talking with the chess geniuses she had met at the bar.... Author's note: It does not matter how good you are at chess. Ask yourself two questions: 1) what are the chances that a woman you meet in a bar will actually know anything about chess? 2) if she does, do you really want to go home with her? The conclusion is clear: proficiency is not mandatory....
