How To Stop Being the "Funny Guy" She'll Never Kiss

Imagine this guy at a bar…

His witty one-liners have her doubled over with laughter.

His heart swells with hope as she playfully swats his shoulder - exactly how she tousled her gay friend hair at lunch…

Then YOU walk in.

His stomach drops as he watches your predatory gaze lock onto her.

You don't say a word.

Don't need to.

Raw masculine aura radiates off you in waves.

His clever jokes die in his throat as he watches her transform.

Her cheeks flush.

Her lips part slightly.

Her body language shifts from friendly to feminine in an instant.

Within minutes, she's drawn to you like a moth to flame.

Her fingers trace patterns on your forearm - the same arm he's been trying to touch all night through silly high-five attempts.

Her chest heaves slightly as she hangs on your every word.

The sexual tension between you is so thick you could choke on it.

And then he sees it - that look in her eyes.

The one he's been desperately trying to spark through hours of comedy.

She's looking at you like she wants to devour you whole.

He might as well be invisible now.

Just another piece of furniture in the bar where she'll have her first taste of real desire tonight.

Which man do you want to be?

Because if you've ever hidden behind "safe" humor and friendly banter, you were literally just digging your own grave.

You're telling her, loud and clear:

"I’M NOT MAN ENOUGH TO SHOW MY TRUE DESIRES!”

But I believe we've all been there at some point tho.

Trapped in the purgatory of being the "funny friend"

Watching women you desire walk away with men who had the courage to be boldly masculine…

And there's nothing wrong with that (as long as you are willing to fix it for your own sake)

Just think about it:

Would you rather be rejected for being authentically sexual, or silently suffer watching her fall for someone else while you're stuck telling jokes from the sidelines?

On the other hand…

Being boldly sexual doesn't mean being creepy or aggressive.

It means:

Holding eye contact that makes her forget to breathe… speaking with a voice that sends shivers down her spine… creating tension so thick she can taste it… and moving with the confidence that makes her imagine your touch.

A woman might reject your advances, but she'll dream about your audacity.

What she'll never fantasize about is the clown who buried his masculinity under weak jokes.

So now the choice is yours:

You can be the sweet shoulder she cries on, while her body still trembles from the raw, primal pleasure another man gave her...

OR

...be the man who awakens her deepest, darkest desires - the ones that make her squirm in her seat and that make her body BURN with primal hunger only the most masculine version of YOU can satisfy.

Which version of you will show up from now on?

ELITE MASCULINE