<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684772641864148479</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:41:56.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What has worked for me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misguidedmantowomen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684772641864148479/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misguidedmantowomen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andre Cani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09485446163048713704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684772641864148479.post-2586249066291727124</id><published>2007-09-05T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T18:53:38.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bank Teller</title><content type='html'>Did you ever want to pick up the bank teller in the drive-through and had no idea on how to get her to notice you?  This is one that I did for a really shallow reason but it worked so good that I had to tell everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;A little&lt;/span&gt; back story for you on this to see why it was as grand as it was for me.  First off I just left my wife and was in a really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;low piont&lt;/span&gt; in my life.  The friend that told me she was cheating on me, was the person I turned to right away trying to find myself again.  We went out (me,her, her boyfriend, and a friend of hers from work).  I really started to click with her friend and thanked them for the good time and left.  I came to find out later that my friend was telling everyone that I wanted to sleep with her when what I really wanted was her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after talking to my best friend about what to do, we came up with this plan that worked really well.  I went and bought a single rose, sounds really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cheesy&lt;/span&gt; but listen. I cut the stem down to fit in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; tube can and sent it with the note saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that I&lt;/span&gt; really wanted to get to know her better and to call if she wanted to go out.  After an hour, I got the call saying that she gets off at 6 and we can meet at Starbucks for coffee(bad idea to go for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt; in the summer.). We talked for awhile and she gave me her number and told me to call her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt; showy for me.  I'm not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;romantic&lt;/span&gt; type.  I get in, get the number and get out.  I really don't like this stuff because I feel it gives a sense that your always going to be that way.  And the truth is none of us are. Something will come up and we forget what our goal was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This worked for me because it started the questions in the work place.  She went to her co-worker and asked if I did that for her.  Well the answer was no because I never wanted to sleep with her, I just wanted to be friends.  Thus discrediting her story, and now no one trust her. Revenge is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the cause is worth your pride do whatever it takes.  And keep your eye on the prize.  It sounds cliche` but true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684772641864148479-2586249066291727124?l=misguidedmantowomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misguidedmantowomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2586249066291727124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6684772641864148479&amp;postID=2586249066291727124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684772641864148479/posts/default/2586249066291727124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684772641864148479/posts/default/2586249066291727124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misguidedmantowomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/bank-teller.html' title='The Bank Teller'/><author><name>Andre Cani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09485446163048713704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684772641864148479.post-5455346455117640329</id><published>2007-08-26T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:12:42.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginning</title><content type='html'>To start off on this adventure, let's talk about how this blog came about. I was at work talking to a female coworker about the strange things that happen to me when I'm out and about town. Most of what we talked about was how I talked to so many women and the "lines" I use to open it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that I should put a blog out to show, help and guide men and women in the Jungle we call the single scene. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Allot&lt;/span&gt; of what is done is built on being confident in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with what I did to get me started, and it was quite simple. I saw a beautiful woman at a gas station and I just told her that I thought she was good looking. That is the hardest thing I ever done. I went through all the questions that EVERYONE has. I just knew that if I was to meet anyone that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; interesting, I had to do and not question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned real quick that day that I was interesting. When that girl grabbed my arm to talk to me some more, ( because I said my piece and started to walk away) I had nothing to talk about.  When we started to small talk, She said that what I did was bold. It showed that I wasn't afraid, when the whole conversation I felt like I was jumping out of my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to shorten up the story, I did meet up with this woman one other time. she was a great person, but was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; different world then me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I learned that women love confidence. If you feel good about you, it will come naturally.  At that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;point&lt;/span&gt; the world is at your feet.  You can do anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since this is my first post, please feel free to contact me and let me know what you think.  If there is a topic you would like for me to talk about, ask. I'll do what I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Reading&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684772641864148479-5455346455117640329?l=misguidedmantowomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misguidedmantowomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5455346455117640329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6684772641864148479&amp;postID=5455346455117640329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684772641864148479/posts/default/5455346455117640329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684772641864148479/posts/default/5455346455117640329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misguidedmantowomen.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-beginning.html' title='New Beginning'/><author><name>Andre Cani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09485446163048713704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
