The Best Way to Approach a Smoking-Hot Woman
Most men know not to act desperate around a beautiful woman. But equally wrong: lurching to the opposite extreme, too cool to care. “It’s easy to just be a jerk, and it’s too obvious,” says model Hollie Witchey, who’s been turning heads since she was discovered as a teenager in Ohio.
“Why not send her an invitation to an opening that she might be interested in? Or try to seduce her a little bit—with your mind, not by playing some macho game.”
You can assert yourself simply by asking her out somewhere quirky—in Witchey’s case, to a heavy-metal bar. “People never think by looking at me that I’m into metal,” Witchey says. Um, yeah. And yet, “For such a masculine genre, really male-dominated, I find it to be really beautiful and feminine and sensitive.” For those about to rock, she salutes you. (And if you really want to know how to pleasure a woman, enroll now in our exclusive course.)
Hollie fills in the blanks:
I wish more men knew . . .
how to handle a woman. And that could be anything from guiding me on the small of my back into a car, to guiding me in the bedroom.
You can tell I’m interested in a guy when . . .
I’m not looking at anyone else.
The biggest mistake men make in bed is . . .
getting overly excited.
By the third date, a man should . . .
know either what kind of restaurant I would want to go to, or an activity I’d like. He should definitely be kissing me by a third date. And he should be starting to open up emotionally.
The best sex . . .
fits the mood perfectly. So that can be anything from sweet and romantic to rough and raunchy. But if it’s in the right place at the right time, it doesn’t really matter what that mood is.
The worst sex . . .
is when it’s over too quickly.
I’ll let you buy me a drink if . . .
you have any idea about the bands that I’m into. If he knew the band Earth, he could buy me a drink. If he knew Darkthrone, he could buy me a second drink. And if he knew the band Lycia, then he could take me on a second date.
My definition of handsome is . . .
a man who’s masculine enough to carry off long hair.