Articles by Author: Hector Castillo | Girls Chase

Articles by Author: Hector Castillo

How to Be a Lovable Dick, Part 1: Why Being Nice Isn't Always Nice

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Sometimes if you’re nice to a girl, that isn’t actually what she wants. She may want nice or she may want tough... it depends on where she’s at.

For most of 2015, I took an interesting route with my behavior.

I knew that attainability was a big barrier for most girls. They knew I was a player or heard about me being a player. Plus, I’d already come so far with my curve into becoming a Genuine Man (and you can read my massive 10 article series on that journey).

So, I decided to test the boundaries of niceness. How completely sweet, caring, and doting could I be with a girl and still dominate her, turn her on, and ravage her like a savage animal?

The answer? Very.

An interaction can go from meeting her to sleeping with her with nothing but smiles, sweet words, loving staring contests, and incessant compliments. Even if she has a borefriend, too (always thought you needed to position yourself as a careless asshole to juxtapose against his capitulating and needy behavior).

However, I also went a bit too far in my niceness. I let girls act aloof, sassy, bitchy, and rude, with no consequence whatsoever. I even got friend-zoned a few times because of this, which hasn’t happened in a while (but was very funny to see).

I needed to get some edge back. So I decided to, well, become a bit of a prick again. And now that I consciously did so, from the ground up, I clearly see why dickish behavior works (and when and how it doesn’t).

Shatter Last Minute Resistance with Compassion + Passion

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“Hey, so I know I’m being super persistent about all this, but I want to let you know that I’m just having fun and if you really want to go to the concert, you can have the ticket back and I’ll leave ya alone.”

I hold the ticket out, open my body language, bow my head, and smile at her.

She smiles back submissively, shakes her head, and tells me that it’s okay and she’s enjoying herself.

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My smile turns into a devilish one, I grab her hand, walk into my house, and bring her to my bedroom.

She sits on the bed and I sit in my computer chair. I scoot the chair close to her and put my hands on her thighs as I lean in and taste her lips.

Between every few kisses she tells me that she should go, or that she shouldn’t be doing this. I then back off lightly and tell her to stay and we begin kissing more, some that she initiates, even after telling me she should go.

How to Develop Approach Addiction (and Destroy Approach Anxiety Forever)

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“I’ve got a question for you.”

The cute older waitress smiles at me expectantly.

“Yes?”

“You see those three girls sitting at the table over there?”

She follows my eyes, sees the girl, and then nods at me.

“What do you think would happen if I went over there and said hi. Would that be weird?”

She smiles, giggles, and responds:

“No, I think that would be really awesome of you actually. Not a lot of men would do that.”

I smile. I don’t need her permission, but I’m curious. I continue,

“What do you think I should say?”

She thinks for a moment and laughs,

“I don’t know! I guess just introduce yourself or... yeah, I’m not sure!”

I smile again. I know exactly what I’m going to say.

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Ever see the film Vicki Cristina Barcelona? If not, stop reading and go watch it. In my favorite scene, the sultry Spaniard Juan Antonio exchanges slews of sexy glances with the adventurous and flirty Cristina. All the while, Cristina’s uptight and reserved friend Vicki admonishes Cristina’s flirty behavior and flawlessly performs the role of a cautious and boring upper-middle class woman.

Recognizing Cristina’s overly obvious eye-fucking, Juan strolls over to their table. He looks lazily from one girl to the other, and then rests his eyes on Cristina and simply asks,

“American?”

His intonation barely registers as a question and is devoid of all fucks, drawing them both into his world. And despite some protest, he convinces them both to fly with him to Oviedo and spend the weekend with him. And, yes, he eventually smashes both of them.

I had to try it out myself. Not only did Juan’s bravado stir my Latin blood, but once I consider approaching a girl, very few reasons can stop me.

After paying my bill, I tell the waitress to wish me luck and walk over to the girls.

They all look up at me expectantly. I pause for an extra second, because why not, and then say simply, to no girl in particular,

”You from here?”

The Divine Comedy: Can You See Past the Performance?

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Leaning forward on the counter, I listen intently to a friend of mine in the midst of a party. Her name is Ashley. We’d fooled around a few times and would often talk about having sex, but she’d always play a bit too hard to get or I’d get bored and move on to other bitties. We also shared a seductive annoyance at each other’s cockiness and respective bitchiness.

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We discuss the recurring topic of our attraction for each other and the games we play to express it. I then joke about the absurdity of every social situation and how most people just act out the version of reality they tell themselves must be true (see, I talk to girls about more than just sex... sometimes).

She lightly teases me, “It always seems like you’re so calculating...”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah, I can see the gears turning in your head.”

“Am I that obvious?”

“Well no, but most people aren’t as perceptive as me.”

See? Cocky. She was also very direct, either blatantly spilling her mind or feeding you lies draped in sardonicism. So, I definitely crushed on her. I mean, we had so much in common.

We continue sharing ideas about all the charades people put on in social situations. As we talk, a girl passes by us to get some beer from the fridge. Ashley scans the girl up and down, then looks at me, pointing to the girl, squints, then mouths to me, “Who is that?”

I shake my head and shrug. Seeing that I don’t know, she looks back at the girl. Then she plops down from her perch on the counter and pours herself a drink near the fridge. The girl’s eyes and body are turned from my friend, so Ashley takes the opportunity to scan the girl closely. Though she stares harder than your average creep at a club, there’s a calmness and curiosity to it that makes it natural.

Then, as the girl turns towards her, Ashley widens her eyes and subdues her body language by shrinking her shoulders and nodding down slightly so that she has to look up to make eye contact. An instant transition from “shameless staring” to “politely submissive”.

“Hey, I’ve never seen you before. I’m Ashley,” she says to the girl, extending her hand.

The girl turns towards my friend and they shake hands. A few brief exchanges later and Ashley comes back.

I chide her, “I saw the gears turning in your eyes, too. Everything about that was so... mechanical.”

She laughs and gives an impish smile of guilt.

Stop Auto-Rejecting Girls Who Like You

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“You wannafourfour?”

Around a year and a half ago, this Tinder message buzzes my phone as I drive back to school. I’m returning from a trial shift at a club I hope to work at for the upcoming summer.

Despite my good mood, however, I’m confused. What the hell is “fourfour”?

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The girl messaging me is a cute blonde sorority girl who I’d set up a few dates with, but she always flaked. Save for a few run-ins on campus, we didn’t see each other much. Then we matched on Tinder, but it’d been days since I sent a message, with no reply. Now, at the tail-end of a Friday night, she’s messaging me to “fourfour”.

“She must be messing with me,” I think to myself.

As far as I can remember, I’ve always thought that the entire world was playing a prank on me. And women flirting with me and chasing me, well, that was just the cruelest of jokes. I feared that the moment I flirted back or asked them out, everyone around me, including the girl, would turn towards me, point their fingers, and laugh as they tease me “Oh you really thought she’d get with YOU?!” This was the insecurity that caged the seducer in me for far too long.

How to Be a Freak in Bed, Pt. 5: Taboo as Aphrodisiac

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Now that we have thoroughly explored the Temple of Debauchery, we can clearly understand some of the why’s and how’s of these darkly beautiful acts.

But as a reminder, here are the first four articles of the series:

  1. How to Be a Freak in Bed, Pt. 1: All Women are Freaks
  2. How to Be a Freak in Bed, Pt. 2: Beginners Guide
  3. How to Be a Freak in Bed, Pt. 3: A Little More Kinky
  4. How to Be a Freak in Bed, Pt. 4: Shagging Like a Pornstar

At the end of the most recent article, I suggested that while sexual creativity is infinite, there are some limits to what you should do with women. But first, some of you might be asking a very reasonable question:

“Will every girl do ‘X’?”

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If the man (or men) is sexy enough and if non-judgment and discretion are assured, then, yes, girls will do just about everything.

Why?

How to Be a Freak in Bed, Pt. 4: Shagging Like a Pornstar

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Welcome back to the freaky deaky parade, my friends. Here’s the rundown:

  • In our first article, we discussed how all women are freaks, and why they therefore also love kinky men.

  • In the second article, we covered some introductory techniques, like dirty talk and spanking.

  • And in the third article, we stepped up our game a bit with some bondage, choking, and other more risqué techniques.

Now? Well, I’ve been quite graphic with this series, but this article will blow the rest away.

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But before I get into the slimy details, let’s recap why you should do these things with women, even if you’re not that kinky yourself.

How to Be a Freak in Bed, Pt. 3: A Little More Kinky

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Welcome back,

In the first article of this series we learned that all women are dirty little freaks.

In the second article we covered some ways you can spice up your sex life.

Now, we’re going to get even kinkier.

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How to Be a Freak in Bed, Pt. 2: Beginners Guide

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If you’re reading this, then you’re down to get weird with me.

Before we begin, let’s review what we know so far (see Part 1): all women are nasty little vixens deep down inside, even if they maintain a pure appearance (women are too complex for the binary thinking of the Madonna/Whore complex).

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In this article, I’ll explain in excruciating detail how to get your lovers boasting about their sex with you to all of their friends.

It would only be fitting, then, if we start with precedent. And really, you want to...

How to Be a Freak in Bed, Pt. 1: All Women are Freaks

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Years ago, one of my fraternity brothers compiled a survey for the rest of the chapter to complete. It was called the “Freaky Deaky Test” and it measured just how freaky you were in bed (or in bathroom closets). And we couldn’t complain, because we had unanimously elected him Freaky Deaky Chair of the fraternity.

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What platform did he run on for this esteemed position? Well, he liked to have kinky sex. He would often tell us of his love for licking feet, bondage, girls spitting in his mouth, girls telling him he’s dirty scum while he railed them, etc. It’s the kind of debauchery that most American men would scoff at but secretly jerk off to in their dark rooms at 2 AM.

Around the time of him releasing this survey, I was still green to women and socializing. I’d slept with a handful of girls and was learning game naturally through meticulous trial and error. But I was a sexaholic. My girlfriend kept count of our sex and lost count after 1,000 times. And amongst this marathon of sex, I’d tried all sorts of things: spanking, choking, fucking on her period, putting a finger up her ass, and one of my all-time favorites, cumming on her face (i.e., the money shot).

But like I said, I was still new to the scene. So when I took the test, I only scored around a 7. Definitely not vanilla, but certainly not toe-licking-freaky.

If I wanted to be the man that women fantasized about late at night, I needed to change that score.

I had big shoes to fill, too. Women knew us as THE fraternity to have weird sex with, because our members were historically crazy and deranged.

And so, over the years, me and a few other gentlemen formed an even more select group of men known for their fun sexual habits. After initiating myself into this “Weird Sex Group” (yes, I heard women actually call us this), I had the distinct pleasure of hearing our “Freaky Deaky Chair” admit to me being weirder than him. Hoorah.

I’m still unsure what that says about my mental health, but it’s a testament to how far I’d go to satisfy my gooier lusts.

So, if you wanna transform into a man of this strange caliber, please continue reading (warning: this will be the most graphic article series ever written on Girls Chase).