Speaker 1: One thousand first Dates. Portrait of a Palm Beach Player,
Part four. When I make my move on a woman,
she's often surprised, seldom offended, and almost always receptive. Women
want to be pursued, desired, taken by a man who
knows what he's doing. The hesitation they show at first
isn't resistance. It's anticipation. They're waiting to see if I
have the confidence to take the lead, and I do.
I have a saying. When a woman agrees to get
in my car, I own her. She's already mine. She
just doesn't know it yet. I can't tell you how
many times I've gotten a woman's panties down, her legs,
her bra unhooked, her body shivering under my touch, all
inside the tight space of a car. There's something about
that setting, something primal, something raw. It strips away the
pretense of the dinner table, the carefully curated conversation, the
calculated pacing of traditional courtship. It brings us straight to
the moment, to the desire that's been simmering just below
the surface. Maybe it's the enclosed space. Maybe it's the
rush of knowing with somewhere we shouldn't be maybe it's
the feeling of surrendering to an impulse instead of overthinking it.
But when a woman steps into my car, something changes.
It's as if all the social conditioning, all the rules,
all the self imposed barriers dissolve, leaving only raw attraction.
And let's be real, most women have never really let
go like that before. They've spent their lives suppressing their urges,
waiting for permission, over analyzing whether they should, instead of
surrendering to what they want. But in that moment, in
the dim light of a street lamp, with my hands
in the right place at the right time, they finally do.
They let themselves be taken, be desired, be free, And
I know exactly how to guide them there. It's not
just about physicality. It's about the lead up, the pacing,
the moment where a simple touch on the thigh turns
into something electric. It's about reading her, feeling the tension build,
knowing exactly when to pull her in and when to
let her come to me. Fortunately, I've never been caught.
I guess I've just been lucky. But that's the thrill,
isn't it, That delicate balance between risk and reward, between
hesitation and surrender between the moment she steps into my
car and the moment she realizes she doesn't want to leave,
because by then she's already mine.