"OK," he says. "The whole principle is this: The guy wants to be a
gentleman. He doesn't want to be thought of as impolite, crude, or
especially a cheapskate. As long as the girl knows the guy's motives so
well, it's easy to steer him in the direction she wants him to go.
"Therefore," he continued, "under no circumstances be a gentleman! You
must disrespect the girls. Furthermore, the very first rule is, don't buy a
girl anything -- not even a package of cigarettes -- until you've asked her
if she'll sleep with you, and you're convinced that she will, and that she's
not lying."
"Uh... you mean... you don't... uh... you just ask them?"
"OK," he says, "I know this is your first lesson, and it may be hard
for you to be so blunt. So you might buy her one thing -- just one little
something -- before you ask. But on the other hand, it will only make it
more difficult."
Well, someone only has to give me the principle, and I get the idea.
All during the next day I built up my psychology differently: I adopted the
attitude that those bar girls are all bitches, that they aren't worth
anything, and all they're in there for is to get you to buy them a drink,
and they're not going to give you a goddamn thing; I'm not going to be a
gentleman to such worthless bitches, and so on. I learned it till it was
automatic.