Not a line that's going to end up on the top ten of all time, but it worked for this guy.
Here's what I've figured out about women in the last few years.
1.) Nice guys finish last. Its not because nobody likes the nice guy--its just that nobody wants to sleep with him. Don't get me wrong. Being a jerk doesn't get you laid much either (although marginally moreso than being a nice guy.) Its because a nice guy has no backbone, no spine. He'll let a girl walk all over him--or anyone else, for that matter--so that he can retain his internal picture of himself as a "nice guy." When girls do go for the nice guy, its for a very specific, very temporary purpose: rebound. This is a nice guy's bread and butter. If there's one thing he's good at, its picking up the pieces of a girl's broken heart, putting them back together again, and restoring her sense of self and self-esteem. Oh, and he's pretty good at getting left behind for the badass on a motorcycle too. There are few hard-and-fast rules in dating, but I'm pretty sure this is one.
2.) Nobody likes a jackass. These guys tend to get laid more than the nice guys do. That's because there's no dearth of women who seek out trouble like a moth to a flame. They're unable to have or maintain a normal, functional relationship with another adult human being because they have no real identity of their own, so they look for what they see as a strong personality to whom they can attach themselves in order to have some sense of identity. Unfortunately they're also really poor judges of character, not having any of their own to use as a reference. (Women like this, incidentally, are almost always unsalvageable--stay away. They may learn one day, but they'll learn of their own accord. No one will ever be able to show them. Especially not the Nice Guys of the world.) At the end of the day, though a relationship with the Jackass may last awhile, it will be rocky and fraught with peril. Her friends will hate him, mostly because at least twice a week she will call them with yet another story about what a jerk he is and how she should just leave him for good--and then she will return to him as soon as he calls. Its annoying, really.
3.) The rules for Getting Laid and the rules for Being Happy are vastly different. Getting Laid, unfortunately, usually involves a little bit of being a jackass. You will never find a relationship that makes you happy this way, because the pretext under which you start it is not who you are (hopefully.)
Suppose you're the Nice Guy in your group of friends, and by some miracle, or perhaps through the machinations of your friends, you manage to do the exact opposite of whatever your instinct is: instead of complimenting her hair, you tell her what a big ass she has; instead of reading her poetry, you make her buy you a drink. Whatever the case may be, you find yourself the next morning laying next to the only semi-attractive wench that's voluntarily dropped her panties for you in months. [before women reading this get their panties in a wad and start complaining that no woman would respond to that, shut up. Yes, you do. Maybe not all of you--those with a little self-respect tend to fall into this category--but most of you do. Now go bring me some cheesy poofs and shut your pie hole.]
So now, sober and back to your old self, you proceed to do all the things your instincts tell you to do: make her breakfast in bed, buy her flowers, call her just to say hi, leave her sweet little have-a-great-day notes on her car while she's at work... all those little romantic things you'd love to be able to do for your presumptive girlfriend. Except guess what, douchebag... She didn't respond to that in hopping in the sack with you. She responded to you treating her like crap. Anybody want to take a guess at what comes next?
The disconnect in our hypothetical NG's behavior is this: he went out to Get Laid, but once he'd fulfilled that need, he was trying to convert the product of those efforts into a Relationship--into Being Happy. That's a no-no. Its like going to a sex shop and buying a big bottle of sensual massage oil, then trying to cook with it or put it in your car. You can try it, but its not going to produce good results.
So how exactly are you supposed to be happy and get laid at the same time? Personally, I see it as a pretty simple technique:
Just Be Happy. [Its not just a song lyric anymore, people.]
Be satisfied with your own life. Do the things that make you happy, whether its riding a bike, hiking, being a Beer Snob, whatever... If you want to meet people, then find things that make you happy and are somewhat social, like art openings, or political organizations, or something like that. Be the person you want to be, and be satisfied and content. The thing is, other people gravitate towards that peace, and like drops of oil on the surface of water people who share that quality tend to find each other and stick together. Sooner or later you and one of those other drops of oil will find that your lives complement each other, and if you don't cock it up by pretending to be something you're not, she (or he) will sleep with you. Maybe even more than once.
If you focus on that first though, you're introducing a need into your life, and artificial needs are antithetical to being happy. Needs have to be fulfilled. That's why they're called needs. Everyone has needs of course: you need to eat, sleep, shit, and breathe. If your need doesn't fall into one of those four categories, its artificial--you're creating it for yourself. That doesn't make it a bad need, necessarily, but you have to decide what needs you want to let control your life. In a relationship, for instance, I need to be with someone who's intelligent and shares some or all of the ideals that are important to me. That's a need I'm willing to allow to have some control over my life. I'm not, however, willing to let my desire to get laid become a need that overrides that more primary need. Its a matter of prioritizing your needs.
Maybe later I'll take a break and write more about my philosophy of needs. Right now I need to take a crap.