And another one...
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Holly Christine
Hey all...
I'd like to give all those who don't know a heads up about a good friend of mine from Pittsburgh. She runs the Pittsburgh South Writers Group and is an amazing author.
Meet Holly Christine. Author of Tuesday Tells it Slant and The Nine Lives of Clemenza. You can find her books on Amazon, both in print and for the Kindle. You can also find more information about her at her website, posted below. Head over, look around, read a sample, buy a book. :)
http://www.hollychristinewrites.com
I'd like to give all those who don't know a heads up about a good friend of mine from Pittsburgh. She runs the Pittsburgh South Writers Group and is an amazing author.
Meet Holly Christine. Author of Tuesday Tells it Slant and The Nine Lives of Clemenza. You can find her books on Amazon, both in print and for the Kindle. You can also find more information about her at her website, posted below. Head over, look around, read a sample, buy a book. :)
http://www.hollychristinewrites.com
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Pick-Up Killer: Prologue
Chapter 1
Marlin
Own the place. When you walk in, you own the place. The first group you see, you walk right up and say ‘hi.' Introduce yourself to the guys first. Make friends with everyone in the group and find out their status. Who’s single? Who’s together?
Ignore the hot ones.
Don’t say things like, ‘what’s your sign?’ or ‘damn baby you smell good.'
Open with a neutral question, something simple, easy to answer and open ended. Yes and no questions are useless. Ask things to get them talking; preferably about themselves. Pay attention to body language and mirror it. When she takes a drink, you do the same. When she crosses her legs, do the same. Make her feel comfortable. You’ve known each other for years.
With the exceptionally beautiful ones say,'I like your hair, nice roots,' but with a smile. Show her you’re having fun, just playing with her. ‘Nice nails, are they real?’ is another good one. Remember though, it’s all fun. Don’t be serious and don’t take yourself seriously.
When she’s into you, and at some point she will be, leave. You’ve got to go to the bathroom or meet with friends or floss your lizard. Leave her wanting more. It’s a golden rule and should be followed explicitly.
Let her see you talking to other girls. Create jealousy. She’ll come to you. She’ll
fight for your attention, but don’t give it to her. When she interrupts,tell her she’s rude,
then slyly smile as you turn your attention elsewhere.
When she’s about to leave, then you can focus your attention back to her. Tell her you want to show her something. Take her by the hand and isolate her in a booth, a corner of the bar or club, outside or the bathroom. Give her a cold read, or read her palm. Play a game with her or let her in on a secret, just for you two to know. Put your arm around her. Lightly run your fingers up and down her arm. Stroke her hair. Always escalate physically. You’re a man, and you’re sexual. Show her this. Let her understand this. She’ll thank you later, in bed.
Kissing her is easy. You’ll know when to kiss her, and when you know, don’t kiss her. Move in close, almost brushing your lips on hers, then stop. Pull back and smile. Anticipation. It’s a motherfucker, but works every time.
Tell her the story about your cat that died. How it got out and was run over. It doesn’t matter if it did or didn’t happen. Walk the fine line between flirting and lying. Gain sympathy. Show her that you’re vulnerable. You have a soft side. When she‘s on the verge of tears over poor, flattened Mittens, amp up the energy by telling her you didn’t mind so much because every Christmas you had to pull the tinsel out of Mittens ass. She’ll laugh. Watch as her eyes light up, twinkling with every joke you make.
Lean in, brush something off her face. An eyelash; lean in close and lightly blow. Notice how her pupils dilate, how she leans closer, ready for that first kiss. Move in even closer, smell the Chanel No.5 on her neck, the margarita on her breath and very lightly touch your lips to hers.
No tongue.
Anticipation.
Now you can leave with her, but don’t go home… yet. Get a bite to eat, go to another bar or club. Walk in together and it’s a date. Now you can talk. Ask those boring questions;‘Where do you live,' or ‘What school did you go to,' blah, blah, blah…
This is how you get the girl and this is what I do. Night after night, coursing the bars and clubs, finding the next one. It’s easy, so easy anyone can do it. The hard part is stopping, especially when they’re paying me to kill their husbands.
Marlin
Own the place. When you walk in, you own the place. The first group you see, you walk right up and say ‘hi.' Introduce yourself to the guys first. Make friends with everyone in the group and find out their status. Who’s single? Who’s together?
Ignore the hot ones.
Don’t say things like, ‘what’s your sign?’ or ‘damn baby you smell good.'
Open with a neutral question, something simple, easy to answer and open ended. Yes and no questions are useless. Ask things to get them talking; preferably about themselves. Pay attention to body language and mirror it. When she takes a drink, you do the same. When she crosses her legs, do the same. Make her feel comfortable. You’ve known each other for years.
With the exceptionally beautiful ones say,'I like your hair, nice roots,' but with a smile. Show her you’re having fun, just playing with her. ‘Nice nails, are they real?’ is another good one. Remember though, it’s all fun. Don’t be serious and don’t take yourself seriously.
When she’s into you, and at some point she will be, leave. You’ve got to go to the bathroom or meet with friends or floss your lizard. Leave her wanting more. It’s a golden rule and should be followed explicitly.
Let her see you talking to other girls. Create jealousy. She’ll come to you. She’ll
fight for your attention, but don’t give it to her. When she interrupts,tell her she’s rude,
then slyly smile as you turn your attention elsewhere.
When she’s about to leave, then you can focus your attention back to her. Tell her you want to show her something. Take her by the hand and isolate her in a booth, a corner of the bar or club, outside or the bathroom. Give her a cold read, or read her palm. Play a game with her or let her in on a secret, just for you two to know. Put your arm around her. Lightly run your fingers up and down her arm. Stroke her hair. Always escalate physically. You’re a man, and you’re sexual. Show her this. Let her understand this. She’ll thank you later, in bed.
Kissing her is easy. You’ll know when to kiss her, and when you know, don’t kiss her. Move in close, almost brushing your lips on hers, then stop. Pull back and smile. Anticipation. It’s a motherfucker, but works every time.
Tell her the story about your cat that died. How it got out and was run over. It doesn’t matter if it did or didn’t happen. Walk the fine line between flirting and lying. Gain sympathy. Show her that you’re vulnerable. You have a soft side. When she‘s on the verge of tears over poor, flattened Mittens, amp up the energy by telling her you didn’t mind so much because every Christmas you had to pull the tinsel out of Mittens ass. She’ll laugh. Watch as her eyes light up, twinkling with every joke you make.
Lean in, brush something off her face. An eyelash; lean in close and lightly blow. Notice how her pupils dilate, how she leans closer, ready for that first kiss. Move in even closer, smell the Chanel No.5 on her neck, the margarita on her breath and very lightly touch your lips to hers.
No tongue.
Anticipation.
Now you can leave with her, but don’t go home… yet. Get a bite to eat, go to another bar or club. Walk in together and it’s a date. Now you can talk. Ask those boring questions;‘Where do you live,' or ‘What school did you go to,' blah, blah, blah…
This is how you get the girl and this is what I do. Night after night, coursing the bars and clubs, finding the next one. It’s easy, so easy anyone can do it. The hard part is stopping, especially when they’re paying me to kill their husbands.
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