Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
Exactly what I was thinking.You mean black pill
Explain please.You mean black pill
Black pill is when you get stuck in the anger phase of the red pill and let it corrupt you so you fall into darknessExplain please.
If you're going to change the topic it better be for good reason.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
Black pill is that part of red pill which you cant change nor influence, its inevitable, thats why its black, like deathBlack pill is when you get stuck in the anger phase of the red pill and let it corrupt you so you fall into darkness
LOL.Black pill is when you get stuck in the anger phase of the red pill and let it corrupt you so you fall into darkness
The reason is because most of what you post is straight up bullsh!t.Explain please.
If you're going to change the topic it better be for good reason.
Hmm, interesting...I'm not angry at all about the red pill.
The anger and upset violently gushes out of Urbanyst's butthole. Much butthurt indeed.
Prove it.The reason is because most of what you post is straight up bullsh!t.
If you were worth a dime you'd have a job in a cow's ass
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
LOL.Hmm, interesting...
The anger and upset violently gushes out of Urbanyst's butthole. Much butthurt indeed.
Textbook-definition of projection right here.LOL.
You're making an ass of yourself. Anyone who looks at your posting history will see how angry, petty and ignorant you are.
Flaming people non-stop while offering jack sh*t to this forum.
You're a troll.
Lmao and here we have it folks, Urbanyst has lost. You can easily see considering his blatant and unprovoked insults. Now the androgynous humanoid creature will continue to flame using words s/he does not understand. Very exquisite.Stick your blue pill self-help sh*t up your fat ass.
Pretty much everything you say is disputed by the majority of people on this boardProve it.
Nothing I say can be disputed. Nothing.
That's why people flame me instead of arguing my claims.
P!ss off troll.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
Wow...Nothing I say can be disputed. Nothing.
Purely an ego statement. Dude even talked about how he had none too. Funnily enough, he didn’t even know what that was or what phrases like ‘coping/defensive mechanisms’ were until I said that he kept using them to protect his own. Then he probably ready some rinky dink internet article about psychology and thinks he knows everything about it. He probably doesn’t know what PubMed even is until having just read that name in this post right now. Laughable.Wow...
Also, how you make her feel in your presence. Which you allude to here:... but nothing happens unless the chick is attracted to you, and it is MOSTLY physical and to a lessor degree, but still important, about what she thinks your status or potential.
Acting masculine plays a large role in how you make her feel, but so do game tactics like c0cky+funny, amused mastery, assuming the sale, push/pull etc.What is called "game" isn't even a factor unless she finds you attractive. But anyway, all "game" is is just acting like a man. Acting like a man, doesn't even work with all women, only sane normal chicks that are heterosexual. Crazy chicks and chicks that are more masculine than feminine, or chicks that are after your money, are not going to be moved by your being manly. But you still act like a man because that is how you screen out the b!tches and those that just want to use you
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.