Quick Wit or Unbothered Cool? How to Own Social Banter

When girls are laughing, they let you get away with murder (well, maybe not murder, but they sure let you touch them all over and lead them all about).
I’ve got a new (or maybe not brand new, if you were here for the first launch of Lush Teases™ last November) video for you on the usefulness of teasing women.
I had an initial consultation call yesterday with a long-time reader and student about a long-term mentorship with me. The reader is in his 40s and looking to meet higher quality girls through day game, which he’s had some struggles getting started with.
He recognized (as I’d expect, having been a reader for so long!) that many of the issues he’s having stem from lack of familiarity. Things like:
Feeling awkward when he goes out solo to approach
Missing approach invitations and not realizing it till later
His mind going blank when he talks to girls in cold approach
Forgetting to build compliance or focus on the other elements of SAC
Go out enough times, approach enough times, do it enough times while focused on getting each of these areas down, and through practice and repetition it all becomes known, then natural, then, eventually, if you keep at it long enough, more or less unconscious competence.
There’s a lot more in game that is ‘habitual’ than just what you do and say with girls on the approach, however.
In fact, a whole lot of the most important pieces of success with girls can be boiled down to, “Have you built habits that attract women, or have you not?”
Ever since I started Girls Chase way back in 2008, I have had men telling me that women don’t want to be approached by men.
As you level up to sleeping with younger and hotter women, getting sex should (in theory) become easier and easier.
In 2001, I, a somewhat taller than average, somewhat more attractive than average, slim American white guy with a deep voice who’d been called “the man” and “bad ass” by the coolest kids in high school and had been chased for dates by the prettiest and most popular girls (and cheerleaders) in high school went to work in a tire store.
There I met Jim, a short, fat, swarthy Puerto Rican tire salesman with a higher-pitched voice who lived in a ramshackle rented single-family home that was really only good for throwing parties.
Jim was the first guy I ever met who was an out-and-out player. He was constantly sleeping with good-looking white girls, such as our boss’s over 6’ modelesque cousin when she visited from England (she had a good 7 inches on him at least). That girl messaged him furiously after returning to England that she couldn’t sleep with her boyfriend anymore because she wanted only Jim now.
Meanwhile, of course, Jim was happily sleeping with more, new girls… not to mention his sweet blonde girlfriend, who went out of her way to bring him sandwiches for lunch at the tire shop.
I’d never been on a date in my life at this point, and despite the attention I got in high school had no idea what to say to girls. I didn’t watch Jim with envy… more like perplexed wonder.
How did he do it? What exactly was he doing to score all these girls?
I never asked him, because I was too proud to ask. Plus if I admitted that I couldn’t get girls I’d look weak. (even though he clearly knew right away anyway)
But I can tell you now, the #1 factor that differentiated 18-year-old Chase from 25-year-old Jim:
I had a ton of limiting beliefs, but Jim had none.