BURT MCQUEEN
Don Juan
- Joined
- Jul 4, 2019
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You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
How do you know that he became victim of feminism? Did You meet him?Pook was a guy who got laid a lot and then got caught up in the spinning wheels of "feminism has ruined everything" and then left sosuave to never get laid again.
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.
You obviously didn't watch the video, Rollo and Pat weren't investigating who really pook was (his identity in the real world), but they explained and showed the work that pook did. Rollo was explaining the origin of the Red Pill , what pook wrote and his writing style to let know pook to people who didn't know him.I'm respectful of Pook's writings, I think they're great. Rollo has some good stuff too, though there's way too much to sift through anymore. Your inference of jealousy is inaccurate, since I don't strive to be a manosphere writer and have my own successes to enjoy. Besides, I'm sure Pook has more going on in his life than his SS posts, if he's still alive. It's not like he's dining out on it.
My point wasn't to denigrate these guys. I just don't care "who" Pook was. His ideas are what matter. I'm not interested in worshiping these guys like celebrities. The problem with mankind is it turns men who pass on knowledge into false idols. I'm nobody's apostle.
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.