Well to get laid in a hurry we like to ply our dates up with a little bit of juice.
The operative word here is little, perhaps a glass or two, no more.
The inhibitions slip away and we are on the road to getting laid.
The problem is when you have drowned the wench in wine and she is now of no physical use to you, unless you are seriously hard up and horny. They are worse than any man when it comes to being over the limit. Who
wants a fall down drunk for a girlfriend anyway? Can you see her as the
mother of your children?
These creatures are not up to the drinking capacity that we men can handle. So if you are drinking it up to gain the courage, then rather go to the bar to order your drinks and have a shooter by yourself. Then when you feel that you are now confident enough to make your move, she will be at the same level although she is way behind you on drinks.
You want to keep her in the happy drunk frame of mind and dare not go any father because once she enters the aggressive mode you are wasting your time.
The aliens also want to get laid and probably just as much as we do, but we need to know that it is not the booze that gets them there. It is the frame of mind that we put them in.
All the wining and dining is a ritual that is merely a guide to how to get a woman in the mood. It still is up to you to get her into a conversation that she enjoys talking about, steering her subjects with gentle, yet persuasive prompts. This done by finding out what she likes, her hobbies, her passions etc and asking questions about them with keen interest.
EG. Say something like,"I find that it is important to know what our passions are. Then we need to k now how to make money from them. This way we will enjoy going to work everyday, because we are doing the things that we are passionate about." and then ask her what she is passionate about and then help her think of ways to make money from this. More on this later.
Back to the subject of the drunken tart.
Drag it home,rip it's clothes off, throw it on the bed and bang it to your hearts content. Then roll over and go to sleep like most men do anyway and in the morning pretend (if necessary) that you don't remember a damn thing.
