As winter ends and spring rolls around, hot girls flock to parks. It’s one of the nicest places to meet women. I’m in Madison Square Park, New York City. There is a path with benches encircling a center lawn. I’m walking by and I notice this amazing hottie lying in the middle of the lawn

On the wall in front of us, projected 20 feet high, is a video of a guy holding his penis. He’s playing his balls like he’s strumming an electric guitar. I’m at an art gallery opening with Lee. We’re standing in a room with an installation piece projecting full-frontal male nudity. On the other side

It’s Christmas time again. Women are out everywhere doing what they do best: shopping. It’s no surprise the one of the easiest ways to meet women is to talk about gift buying. She’s a hotty in the Medical Reference section at Barnes & Noble bookstore. She’s leaning against a railing with her face buried in

1. The Opener. “You look like the expert on fiction and literature.” She looks up at me with piercing sky-blue eyes. I’ve just walked into the Fiction and Literature section at Barnes and Noble. She was sitting on a chair, her face buried in a book. It’s a great way to open in almost any

The place is packed with people. It’s gallery opening time in the art district of New York City. For two hours many galleries open their doors to show off new artworks and serve free wine and cheese. And they come. The sexy art girls. Just the way I like them. I’m all about going out

Saturday afternoon. I have plans to hang with a girl later that night. It takes me a while to get going, because because I’m home working all day. Finally get in the shower at 7 pm. At 8 pm it suddenly hits me: Oh shit. I didn’t go out to talk to women today. Part

10 AM. Subway. I spot a hotty across the train. She’s sitting but there are people in the seats next to her. A stop later, a seat next to her clears up. With no hesitation, I squeeze past some baby carriages and sit down next to her. I pull out my phone and start flipping

Miami. Art Basel weekend, one of the largest art festivals in the world. I’ve come down with some close friends to simply party, have fun, and meet cool art people (and cute art chicks). But it’s always the same story. My body fights me at the beginning. Like the grumbles I feel before going on

3 AM. Sunday night. Insomnia. Missing something or someone I can’t have now. 2 PM. Monday afternoon. Pouring rain. Time for my daily outing. My inner wimp grumbles. I grab my boots and my umbrella and head out anyway. I get into the elevator. I say “Hi, How you doing?” to another guy in the

I spot her from across the subway train. Seems attractive from here. So I walk across the train and stand in her vicinity. It doesn’t feel like an approach to me. A few minutes later, as I’m looking down at my phone, I ask her a question. “Do you know if there’s a zoo in