Quote:You're always going to end up in the friend zone and miss out on true intimacy with women unless you discover this one simple thing.






Have you ever had trouble getting physical with women?
Let's say you're chatting to a girl at the bar, or you're on a date, and you KNOW you should be touching her, but it seems like there is this invisible barrier between the two of you that is impossible to penetrate.
Yet for a small select group of men, physical touch comes easily.

How do they do it?

What it is about them that makes it so easy for them to get intimate with a woman?
If you were to ask them, I can guarantee they'd have no idea how to explain it, or worse, give you some generic advice like 'just be confident!' or 'let her come to you'.


IT SOUNDS NICE IN THEORY, BUT.

.you've obviously tried doing those things, yet women still treat you the same.
Sure, they're happy to talk to you, and they might even say that you're funny or interesting. But as far as getting intimate with you. it seems like a distant fantasy.

We both know they're more likely to go home with one of those guys who really knows what he's doing.
Meanwhile you're stuck hoping that you'll meet a cute girl through your social circle. or maybe one of those flakey girls on tinder will pull through
So why is it that these women aren't putting you into the same category as those other guys?

Why do you end up in the friend zone when they get laid?

Is it because they're taller and better looking than you?

Is it because have money and know how to show it off?

Or is it because they were just lucky enough to be born with some elusive 'alpha male' gene that makes them natural with women, while you're left going home alone each night and jerking off to porn.
What if I told you it was none of the above?
Because the real cost isn't having to finish into a pile of tissues in front of your computer. It's missing out on intimacy. I'm sure like every man you want to have regular sex, but there's also a part of you that craves a deeper connection with women.
To have them look at you with desire and respect.
To have them touch you lovingly.
To have them not only see you for who you are, but to love you for who you are.

The deeper loss.

The reality is that unless you learn how to physically touch women and get intimate, you're never going to create genuine connections with them;
At best you'll miss many opportunities for fast hookups, sexual adventures with hot wild girls and end up settling over and over for the average girlfriend you meet through friends.

Even if you're the funniest, most charming guy out there, or the sweetest nice guy, ultimately she's looking for a man who she can really trust to treat her like a woman. And even if you think you're that guy, go ahead and try asking her out.
I'm sure she'll tell you that she thinks of you "just as a friend". or make you wait 6 dates and lock you into a codependent relationship.

And it doesn't matter how much attention you give her, or how much money you throw her way, eventually she'll end up with the guy who has that mysterious x-factor. The one who just seems to be surrounded by women constantly, who has an abundance that you've never gotten close to before.

The Friendzone SUCKS
See, at the time I thought that if you wanted something from a woman, the best way to do it was to show her what a great guy you were.

I went out of my way to show her how I was different, let her know I was willing to do anything for her, and hope she'd notice me.

I wanted girls to say "Wow. you're mature for your age. You see the deeper truths most idiots our age are blind to."

But in reality that was me trying to satisfy my ego and ignore the terror I felt when it came to actually having to hold her hand, take a risk, and kiss her.


I was so caught up in my teen movie fantasies that I was totally missing the mark when it came to understanding how women want to be seduced by men.

Let me tell you right now that I know how frustrating that can be. I was raised as a total nice guy. I thought that in order to get girls, to have a girlfriend, or even just casual sex, all I had to do was treat women with respect and give them compliments.

That if I was a friendly, fun guy then eventually they'd take an interest in me, and it wouldn't be long before she was gleefully spreading her legs for me. Well. that was the fantasy movies and books have implanted in my brain.
THE FORMULA FOR LOVE
As guys, we like to discuss things in a direct and straightforward manner. If you're getting your car fixed by the mechanic, you expect him to tell you exactly what's wrong with it, how long it's going to take, and how much it's going to cost you.

But that's not how seduction works. Instead it's an intricate dance between two people, where the emphasis is on what's not being said. Beyond the actual words is a whole interplay involving flirting, smooth body language and most importantly, touch.


In my early days, however, I had no idea about any of this. My parents were caught between Catholic guilt and 1960s free-love ideologies, and sent me a LOT of mixed messages.

When my dad found a porn DVD I'd been hiding, he gave me a lecture about not objectifying women. I wanted to be respectful, so I became extra cautious around women, treating them like delicate flowers and hoping they would notice my chivalry.
So I went through life being a nice guy. Constantly paranoid about offending women, doing or saying the wrong thing, terrified of being labelled as a weirdo or creep. And if I witnessed other guys doing this, I saw it as my duty to be the white knight, protecting girls from sexual deviants.
And as to be expected, this meant I went without getting any sex, or experiencing any kind of connection and true intimacy with women.

The turning point came when I found out my family would be hosting a french exchange student to stay at our place. She was fair haired, bright eyed and full of youthful exuberance.
Of course, I fell in love with her instantly. Every time I saw her I was polite and respectful, making sure to demonstrate to her that I was a sweet guy who had her best interests at heart. Soon enough she'd realize that I was the guy for her, and we'd fall madly in love.


Or so I thought.

One night she came home from a party and stumbled into my room a little tipsy, as I was playing guitar.

(I was writing a song about her.)

"Hey Liam" she whispered sweetly. "Can I ask you something?"

My heart skipped a beat.

"I have a question. about love."

Yes! I thought. I finally had my moment! After waiting for so long she was finally going to profess her feelings for me, realize that I was the right guy for her, not all of those assholes who didn't bother to respond to her texts.
"Sure" I answered, barely able to contain my excitement.

"So I met this guy tonight." she began.

And my heart proceeded to sink into the bottom of my chest, down into a black hole of despair and bitterness. She went on to tell me about a guy she made out with who ended up leaving with another girl. They exchanged numbers, but she wasn't sure if he was still interested.

"Do you think he likes me?" I remember her asking me.
NICE GUYS FINISH LAST

Looking back I don't even recall what my response was. It was probably some encouraging words, typical of my nice guy self in those days, but the feeling of soul crushing disappointment will never leave me. It was like the mirror had shattered, that I had been pulled out of the Matrix and seen the truth; that there was no chance of her ever seeing me as more than a friend.

Here I was, a devoted loving guy who had yearned for her for months, ready to commit myself to her at any cost. And meanwhile she was more captivated by some guy who she'd just met, made-out with at a party, and then watched LEAVE WITH SOME OTHER GIRL?

I didn't get much sleep that night. Instead I lay in my bed staring up at the ceiling, swearing that this would never happen to me again. That I'd never fool myself into thinking that girls would be attracted to a guy who is nice, friendly and respectful. That I'd never again fall hopelessly in love with a girl who saw me as nothing more than a friend. From that night on, I was determined to master the art of masculine touch and never get stuck in the friend zone again.
SHOW, DON'T TELL.
Now you might be thinking "but Liam, why didn't you just tell her you liked her?" The truth is that the only way for you to truly convey your sexual interest in a woman, is to show her. In this regard your words are meaningless.
I was coming to realize that you can't talk your way into a girls pants, and that what women really want is a man who can touch her confidently, excite her, and lead her through the seduction in a fun and relaxed way.
I wanted to be that man, to be able to confidently show her my masculine desire but I realized that there was something holding me back. Until then I'd blocked this, even though it had always been lurking underneath the surface the whole time. Truth be told, I was terrified.
Terrified of getting rejected.